I Demand a Competition for the Post
Redakteur: Chrissy
After the end of the big banquet that continued until the morning, Aya groggily returned to her chamber—the city master’s bedroom to be exact.
As a spirit, she took the form of a spirit of the brave departed, and while living, she was one of the most powerful knights in the continent. Her strong physique even surpassed that of the powerful physique of the strange creatures in the wild land. Naturally, her alcohol capacity was bottomless.
However, she still ended up drunk. On the banquet, Bedivere unexpectedly took out the Dragon Clan’s secret wine, and mixed each barrel with one cup, letting the hall full of heroes turn into a drunken sailor. Aya alone had drunk one of the barrels and immediately felt dizzy.
When she opened her eyes again, she found out that she was no longer in the main bedroom with a luxurious ceiling of the city master’s mansion, but rather in an endless darkness.
"Good morning, Aya."