Drunk Dragon

Back in the Inn, Lith met his aunt and Sylvia in the cafeteria.

The purple dragon was strangling the platinum-haired witch with her aggressive hug and chugging down cheap liquor with a happy smile on her face.

"Milady, please collect yourself."

"Bah! You shan't be so rigid, ya know?" Mayzin said with her dreamy eyes locked onto Sylvia's calm gray ones. "One drink, hic–, never hurtn't nobody!"

"Milady, please…"

What Sylvia was doing wasn't requesting Mayzin, but negotiating. That's right, a drunkard couldn't be managed with common sense, especially not the one who ruled over all dragons and had a hobby of sleeping on a mountain of gold.

Lith watched the scene with an amused smile. He had no thoughts of interfering in the affairs of these two and calmly sipped on his ginger ale.

Tearing down on a juicy piece of sizzling meat while continuing to strangle Sylvia with a hug, Mayzin said, "Yuf shufd dfry fis!"

"Milady…"