From there came the incident where I saved the crown prince from the French assassin (Klugen, the Rose Knight), and my account of my first campaign against Burgundy's invasion at Épinay after becoming the War Minister's son-in-law.
And so the long tale, through the civil war and up to the present, stretched on until Eos of the dawn came calling. The imperial crown prince and the crown prince were completely absorbed in my story without a trace of boredom.
No, more than absorbed. They'd drunk so much wine they were half gone.
Their eyes had glazed over. You can drink wine like water all you like, but no one outmuscles alcohol.
I wondered if they would even remember the story I'd told them.
In the end, I called the attendants to carry the imperial crown prince and the crown prince away. Strangely, though, no matter how much wine I drank, I didn't get drunk. I was never a heavyweight drinker before, so is this body of mine the heavyweight?
