Chapter 107: Revelry

The place we headed after leaving my house was my regular bar.

To be precise, it’s a high-class brothel where you can drink alcohol and, if you’re horny, have sex too, and since they primarily cater to VIPs, the security is incredibly tight.

In other words, if you drink here, you don’t have to worry about what other people think.

The current time is 6:30 PM.

It’s the perfect time to drink.

I looked at the flashy shop sign and said to Dorothea and Vanessa, who looked bewildered.

“This is my regular spot.”

Then Dorothea frowned and said,

“This is a brothel.”

“Technically, they also sell women. Plenty of people just come here to drink normally, you know?”

I knocked on the firmly shut door of the shop.

Then, one person came out from inside.

It was Maria, the madam of this place.

“Oh my, Oppa? It’s been ages?”

“I had some business, so I was away from the capital for a while.”

Maria didn’t know that I was Kaldraash, the heir to the Emerald Tower and the Mage of the Hero’s Party.

There was no need to leak my personal information just because I went out for drinks.

She probably thinks of me as some rich nouveau riche, right?

If you add up all the money I’ve spent here, you could probably buy a decent mansion.

Hearing my answer, Maria smiled and opened the shop door.

As we went inside, a hall with a surprisingly calm atmosphere, unlike its flashy exterior, welcomed us.

Perhaps because it wasn’t time to open yet, the shop was quiet.

‘Tok, tok,’ Maria followed us in, making the sound of high heels, glanced briefly at Dorothea and Vanessa, my companions, and then asked me,

“Oppa, should I put the ladies in a room?”

“I just came to drink today.”

As I said that, glancing at the two of them, Dorothea said confidently,

“Why? Just call them over. I want to try some drinks served by pretty older sisters too.”

“Then maybe three… no, about six people. And a Dom Pérignon tower, plus.”

As I said that and offered the pouch of gold coins I’d brought from home, Maria’s face broke into a wide smile.

It seemed she was happy that a customer who would take care of the day’s earnings from opening had arrived.

“Leave it to me! I’ll pick only the aces from my shop for you!”

“Ah, and make sure the snacks are a bit greasy. We all came on empty stomachs.”

“I’ll prepare a full course for you!”

I followed Maria’s boastful guidance into a huge private room.

Originally, it was a room that could accommodate up to 20 people, but it’s common practice to use places like this generously.

After sitting on the long sofa and waiting a moment, the private room doors opened sideways, and a champagne tower, made by stacking champagne glasses in a pyramid shape, was brought into the room.

Dorothea and Vanessa, seeing the magnificent sight up close, burst into admiration.

Heh, it’s too early to be impressed.

Following them, six ladies entered with the madam and greeted us.

Then, they vigorously shook the champagne bottles they were holding and twisted the necks towards the sky.

“Pop!”

With a crisp sound, the cork popped out, and the champagne, flowing like lava, cascaded from top to bottom, filling the empty glasses.

This is the shop’s signature item, the Dom Pérignon tower.

Perhaps captivated by the overwhelming performance, Dorothea and Vanessa, seeing the Dom Pérignon tower for the first time, clapped continuously.

Madam Maria watched them with a pleased expression, then winked slightly when our eyes met before leaving.

The stage was set, now it was my turn to lead the mood.

“Shall we begin?”

I rolled up my sleeves, rolled my wrists around, and muttered that.

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“Alright, here it comes, eh?”

“Crash!!”

“Splash!”

As I slammed my head onto the table, the impact caused the whiskey glass precariously balanced on the champagne glass to fall in with a ‘plop’.

As a result, the champagne and whiskey mixed, creating a ‘bomb shot’ with a unique flavor.

My drinking tricks didn’t stop there.

“Watch this.”

I covered the opening of the glass with a handkerchief pulled from my pocket and then spun the champagne glass around vigorously.

Normally, doing this would make all the alcohol spill out, but due to centrifugal force, that wouldn’t happen.

Once the contents seemed sufficiently mixed, I placed it on the table and finished by sticking a lemon slice on the rim of the glass.

“Here, this one’s for our pretty one.”

“Oh my! Oh my! This Oppa is totally a pro!”

The ladies in revealing outfits giggled happily.

Seeing them, I smiled contentedly and started making another bomb shot.

This time, I placed a whiskey glass inside a beer mug, poured cherry liqueur instead of whiskey, and then poured beer over it.

It was a slightly sweet bomb shot since it used liqueur instead of whiskey, but this one had a special feature.

“Calling Light.”

It was a simple Tier 1 magic, but there was nothing better for livening up the mood at a drinking session.

Light shimmered inside the crystal beer mug, glowing mysteriously in a crimson color.

This is the ‘sunrise shot’ of this world.

“This drink is from the gentleman over there.”

I handed the finished drink to Dorothea, who was sitting across from me, mimicking a bartender.

Perhaps because it resembled her hair color at first glance, and was as beautiful as a sunset, Dorothea, already tipsy, grinned and raised her glass.

“Patraash, for someone like you, you’re quite something?”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“One shot! One shot! One shot! One shot!”

Fueled by the cheers of the other ladies, Dorothea downed the considerable amount of alcohol in one go.

“Keeeuh…!”

After confirming the ladies sitting beside her were tending to her snacks, I decided to make a bomb shot for Vanessa.

It’s a beer cocktail mixing stout as the base with ale.

It requires a bit of effort, but the recipe isn’t too difficult, so I could make it quickly.

The ale went to the bottom, the stout floated on top, and Vanessa, receiving the bomb shot with its distinctly different colors, peered into the crystal glass as if it were a novelty.

When I gestured for her to drink it quickly, she drank the bomb shot with a half-believing expression.

“It just tastes like mixed beer?”

“Well, it’s made of beer.”

As I said that and shrugged, Vanessa replied, “That’s true,” and drained the glass.

It was the first time I was drinking like this with the two of them, so I was feeling quite exhilarated.

Actually, enjoying drinking, singing, and dancing is a fundamental trait of Korean people.

And it had been quite a while since I had relaxed and had fun like this with people I enjoyed being with.

Was the last time I enjoyed myself when I was on the Eastern Front?

My head wasn’t working well because I’d drunk so much while making bomb shots, but I thought that was probably right and picked up a new glass.

Then, Dorothea and Vanessa, and the six ladies, their faces flushed, simultaneously raised their champagne glasses brimming with Dom Pérignon above their heads.

In that state, I shouted boldly,

“Let’s drink ourselves to death today!”

…That was the last thing I remembered.

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When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling.

Someone must have brought me home after I got completely wasted last night.

“Ugh… Waater…”

Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, I wandered downstairs like a zombie in search of water.

“Boil! Boil! Boil!”

There was already someone in the kitchen, and I could quickly tell who it was.

“Vanessa?”

“Ah, you’re already up? Wait a moment. It’ll be ready soon.”

Vanessa, who turned slightly as she said that, was wearing an apron.

Maybe it was because she was in casual clothes instead of armor, but she gave off a vibe like a newlywed wife in her own home.

Perhaps she had prepared it in advance for when Dorothea and I woke up, as a water bottle and glasses were already placed on the dining table, so I gratefully drank.

“Keeeuh…”

Only then did my burning thirst subside, and I asked Vanessa, who was cooking while swaying her brown ponytail,

“You actually know how to cook?”

Vanessa replied, keeping her back turned to me,

“I’m a woman, after all. I know how to make simple dishes.”

“Well, it’s probably weirder that Dorothea turns everything she cooks into charcoal.”

Dorothea had quite extreme tendencies when it came to cooking.

She insisted on cooking over extremely high heat.

I tried giving her advice once or twice when we were together on the Eastern Front, but seeing that she wouldn’t change no matter what, I threw in the towel.

Maybe she intentionally burned everything because she didn’t want to cook, but the truth is known only to her, sleeping soundly on the second floor.

Not long after I started waiting, Vanessa brought over a bowl filled with bright red soup.

I looked at Vanessa with an expression asking for an explanation about the appearance of the unidentified dish, and she said confidently,

“It’s a vegetable stew made primarily with tomatoes. In my hometown, we used to eat tomato dishes as a hangover cure the day after drinking.”

Only then did I realize the bright red soup was tomato, so I could safely take a big spoonful.

“Huh? This is good?”

“What, did you think I’d give you something inedible?”

“No, I was just surprised because your cooking skills are better than I expected.”

As expected of someone 300 years old.

It seems she hasn’t aged 300 years for nothing.

As I looked at her with admiration, Vanessa, perhaps to hide her embarrassment, patted me on the back and told me to eat more heartily.