Waiting for You

The result of the drinking contest was, naturally, Nimophila collapsing first.

Even though Liens's current body had never drunk alcohol, his physical quality as a Knight was absolutely stronger than Nimophila's as a Priestess.

"Sigh...are you really not going to consider it?"

The Dean walked to Liens's side and asked him.

"There's nothing to consider...Didn't you tell me, Dean, that Legend is my goal?"

"Right now, I am moving towards that goal."

"Only by continuously striving and chasing my goal, when I die, will I not regret not having done better."

Liens responded calmly.

After speaking, he picked up his wine glass again, took a small sip, then put it down and said, "Indeed, I still don't like drinking."

"Alright, I should send Nimophila back to her room. It's not appropriate for her to stay here in this kind of setting."

"Besides, I don't like crowded places either."

"See you tomorrow, Dean."