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Fahreal shuts the door after the rest of us enter the vacant bar. In front lies the elegant arrangement of different beverages used to ease one's heart. I get closer to the counter and run my hand onto the marble topped counter.
"A great hideout right?" Fahreal breaks the silence with his confident statement.
"Yeah, only if you prolong the closed schedule of the bar." Sar spats sarcastically.
The dragon prince doesn't respond but instead goes behind the counter, looked at me, then said with a sly smirk:
"Any drinks you prefer?"
"Fahreal should I not be serving you?" I get near behind the counter but he stops me with a stretched out hand.
"Ah, ah. I thought you wished to be a servant no more."
"Uhm. B-but still. To have you, a prince, work for a commoner such as myself."
He chuckles a bit before replying:
"Don't be so worked up about it. In here, we are friends.-" His expression then turns coquettish before continuing:
"Or lovers.~"
My cheeks flush at the last part of his sentence. He laughs yet again going to the beverages and awaits for an order. I take a seat in resignation and the other five follow suit, occupying the untaken stools beside me. I then turn to Fahreal, who meets his gaze with mine, then spoke:
"Can you serve me the strongest one here?"
The princes were taken aback except for Typhim and Brutus as Typhim explains after:
"He can make antidotes and poisons with his body, a few people can do the very same and they can take alcohols well, so you can expect Quinnii to last longer than all of us if we ever challenged him."
The beastman dragon stills for a few moments then proceeds to follow my command. Taking a small shot glass and a bottle from the top shelf, he pours the maroon colored contents into the glass then slid the cup towards me.
I take a few seconds to observe the drink, looking at it and smelling its intoxicating fragrance. When there's nothing left for me to do but drink I grabbed the glass, lift it to my lips, and down it in one go. The burning feeling immediately makes itself present in my mouth and to the linings of my esophagus. Its tipsy after effects then follows. These feelings are already familiar to me through my experiences of drinking literal poison or just plain alcohol.
The six watch in awe as I handle the beverage easily. I push back the glass towards Fahreal, signaling for another go. He jumps up slightly in shock of my eagerness but doesn't refuse to obey.
He pours another one, returns it to me, and I drink it at an instant.
"Hooh... That was good. By the color and taste of it I'm guessing it's... Devil's Venom?" The name doesn't literally imply it but people name it that as it can easily knock out even the heaviest of drinkers with just half of the glass I drink out of.
"Y-yeah..." The dragon answers still astonished.
"Another one please."
"Geez how much can you drink?!" Silver from the far left blurts to which I give a slight chuckle then answer:
"I could drink a whole bottle or two. Five if I'm in the mood." This pushes the princes further into their surprise.
"And what mood do you have to be in to go through FIVE BOTTLES?!" Also seated at my left, Sar this time expresses his feelings. I only replied with a smirk and another quick drink of the beverage.
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One Servant Six Princes.
Romance"Me, a servant, now pursued by six princes?" From what he has recalls to this day the human, Quinnii, has lived as both a servant and a weapon of war. Though more than adequate for said roles, he was still casted out from many kingdoms that he has a...
