Soon, Freya located Oswald amidst the crowd.
——But she regretted it immediately.
It would have been better if she hadn't found him at all!
On Oswald's elderly face was a broad smile as he held a full cup of ice-cold beer, arm in arm with a young human who appeared to be in his twenties or thirties. It was the same youth whose roaring voice had almost pierced Freya's eardrums earlier.
"I told you so, didn't I tell you? Pierik is a hero!"
The youth's face was already flushed red.
Clutching Oswald's shoulder, his face was full of excited smiles, "He did it! In the last ten minutes, scored three goals in a row, reversing——!"
Suddenly, he stepped up on the bar counter in front of the tavern—he stood with one foot on a stool and the other on the edge of the counter, as if playing an instrument, passionately waving his right hand through the air.
"Revers~ing~"