After leaving the venue, Alfred and I return to my room, where I collapse on the sofa.
Alfred grabs the jug of water on the table and pours me a glass. I take it and empty it in quick gulps. He then refills the glass, which I also finish. I’ve finally been revived. It’s as though the water is spreading through my whole body.
Water really has amazing restorative powers.
I didn’t know that water can taste this delicious.
After I gulp down half of my third glass, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. “…I have revived…”
Seems like I was a little dehydrated. Now that I think about it, I only had a sip of tea and a piece of candy before the party.
It’s clear that drinking alcohol while dehydrated and running on an empty stomach is a really bad idea. Of course it’d make me feel sick. I made a mistake.
After setting the jug back on the table, Alfred looks down at me in wonder, a drawn-out sigh leaving his lips. “You… You should have at least drank some water back there.”
“I couldn’t! People kept coming up to me to talk! One after the other!!”
This is why I can’t handle such big, crowded parties.
People keep talking to me, so I don’t manage to eat or drink anything. Well, it might be because I’m not used to it. I haven’t grasped the best timing to squeeze in some time for food and drink.
On the table sits a large plate of fruits and nuts prepared for the guest. Since we haven’t eaten anything during the party, Alfred and I eat them together.
It’s quite strange. So many gorgeous treats and sweets were laid in front of me at the party, but I end up stuffing myself with only these fruits and nuts.
I open the expensive-looking wine bottle in my room. Delicious.
Then soft rhythmic music sounds from outside. Most likely from the party.
“Ah, I wonder if the ball has started.”
“Ball?”
“Yeah. After chatting time is dancing time…”
“So we’d have to dance?”
“That’s right. It’s hard. And everyone has to continue dancing until the very end.”
The people of the upper class were surprisingly aggressive when it comes to playing. Haa, I can’t keep up with them.
“I see. So it’s hard, huh,” Alfred says, laughing at me.
But this isn’t something to laugh about.
“Don’t laugh! There will be times when you have to dance as well!”
“Really? I’m not sure about that, though…”
“There will be! …Maybe. Wait, don’t tell me you can’t dance?!”
“I’ve never danced before.”
“What?! That’s not good! Come here. I will teach you!”
What if the future hero has to dance in the future but can’t?
I have to teach him so that he can handle any situation.
That is a part of my mission after all.
“You don’t have to, you know?”
“No! You’ll be in trouble if I don’t teach you!” I say, pulling at his arm.
“No, I don’t think I will…” Despite this, he slowly gets up from the sofa as if assenting to my idea.
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Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death
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