Chapter 75.1

Oswald narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he looked at the two glasses, his face twisted in confusion. "Which one should I drink to die slower?" he wondered aloud.

Kevin sat down by the bed, crossing his legs as he spoke in annoyance. "What's wrong with your eyes? Do you think I would poison you? Is my character really that questionable?"

"You have no character," Oswald retorted, shaking his head.

Kevin kicked Oswald out, although it was half-hearted. Even he could admit that Oswald had a point.

"I'm trying to be nice by offering my condolences," Kevin said, snatching back the wine glass. "But if you don't appreciate it, I'll drink it myself."

He downed one of the glasses of fruit wine, brewed from high-quality firebird fruit, that had been pre-poured into crystal glasses by the bedside.

"This wine has different shades from top to bottom," Kevin mused, holding the empty glass out. "To make up for your young master's illness, I picked two glasses of different colors, with the most beautiful layers."

Oswald inspected the glass in his hand, then nodded. "It does look good."

As Kevin raised the second glass to his lips, Oswald leaned in, his focus on the drops of wine left on Kevin's lips.

But Kevin reacted quickly, grabbing a torn book lying next to him and holding it up as a shield. Oswald's lips met the dusty pages of the "Divine History".

The emperor's cleanliness disorder flared into a full-blown panic when he considered the countless hands that had touched the torn book.

Kevin threw the book aside and picked up the second glass, before emptying it up eagerly.

He thrust the second empty cup into the emperor's hand, and wagged an index finger at him. "I am a man of principle," he said. "If I do not offer you a drink, you will not even touch a drop."

After finishing the second glass, Kevin stood, he daintily extended the tip of his tongue to savor the lingering wine upon his lips.

Oswald watched, mesmerized.

Kevin straightening his clothes. "Alright then, the activities of caring for the foolish emperor are now finished. I am delighted to see that the young master is displeased, my job here is done. No need to see me off."

Oswald narrowed his eyes, calmly placed the two empty wine glasses on the copper cabinet beside the bed.

As Kevin walked towards the door, he felt a gust of wind behind him and the sound of metal chains. Without turning around, he knew that Oswald was charging at him in anger.

Kevin stepped aside coolly, avoiding the attack. But the shadow on the ground grew larger, and Kevin braced himself for impact. A large, furry creature tackled him to the ground.

The magnificent god of light landed on the ground with the massive Sirius on top of him. The beautiful fur shone like silk under the lights.

Sirius pushed Kevin with his nose, taunting him. "Are you still trying to flirt with my master, Kevin Fassbender?" he asked.

Kevin struggled beneath Sirius' weight. "Get off me! You'll make me bleed!"

If any servants had witnessed this spectacle, they would have been frightened. But thankfully, they were all at the celebration party.

Oswald inflicted significant harm on Kevin with his weight, causing him to groan in pain.

Despite being in his transformed state as a giant beast, Sirius' muscles and bones stretched the iron chain attached to his left paw, almost deforming it and causing a small crack.

Kevin, revolted by the quality of the chain, expressed his disdain.

As Kevin finished speaking, Oswald forcefully threw him onto the bed and Sirius gave him a meaningful and naked gaze.

Meanwhile, Mi Ao was wildly dancing with a group of men in the hall, relieving themselves after holding back for over half a year.

They consumed wine from glasses and wooden barrels, rapidly pouring one cup after another. However, Mio soon became overwhelmed, realizing he couldn't handle it anymore and resisted their attempts to make him drink more.

He managed to escape to the inner courtyard, feeling the effects of the alcohol on his brain.

Intoxicated, Mi Ao's mind was awash with wine, his thoughts sluggish and slow. He vaguely recalled that he was supposed to see His Majesty the Emperor.

Like a serpent, he slithered through the straight corridor, his path winding and sinuous. He turned several corners haphazardly, but eventually found his way to the emperor's private bedroom.

Feeling woozy, Mi Ao vaguely heard Kevin's voice coming from the dormitory, mentioning something about chains.

Kevin?

Chains?

He remembered that Kevin had left earlier with two glasses of fruit wine to deliver to the emperor.

Thinking that Kevin might be in the emperor's room, Mio stumbled towards the location, not bothering to announce his arrival.

In what would later be considered the most foolish moment of his life, Mi Ao opened the door to the emperor's bedroom and found Kevin lying on the bed with messy hair and clothes, accompanied by a large Sirius on the bedside.

Mio: "..." Wait!

Before he could fully comprehend the situation, Mi Ao saw the burly Sirius transform into Oswald, remaining kneeling on the bed.

Realizing his mistake, Mi Ao attempted to retreat but due to his intoxicated state, ended up sitting on the ground clumsily.

This caught the attention of Kevin, who sat up from the bed, and Oswald, who brushed his face and stared at Mi Ao.

Kevin sat up from the bed: "Mi Ao?"

The vicious dog man stared at the door with his transparent eyes, his voice quiet but carrying a steely edge. "Your Excellency Mi Ao Scott, if you did not attend the celebration party, what business do you have here?"

Confused and intoxicated, Mio shook his head and tried to gather his thoughts, but the alcohol had clouded his thinking.

Before he could regain his composure, he was forcefully brought inside the room by Oswald and Kevin. Finally learning his lesson, the Emperor decided to close the door this time.

As Oswald returned to his human form, the iron chain on his hand hung loosely on his wrist.

He dropped Mio onto an armchair by the bed and effortlessly removed the hoop from his wrist.

The crooked emperor and the even more wicked commander of the Bronze Army exchanged glances and proceeded to wrap the iron chain around the armchair, securing Mi Ao along with the chair.

This action served to restrain the future thief. Mi Ao, now completely sober, realized the gravity of the situation.

Kevin sat perched on the edge of the bed, with one leg bent and crossed arms, as he raised his chin at Mio. "So, what did you see?" he asked.

Mio, wearing a mournful expression, replied, "I'm blind. I didn't see anything."

Kevin scoffed and lightly kicked the chair leg, urging Mio to speak up. "Stop pretending and tell me what you saw."

Mio continued with a sorrowful tone, "I saw everything."