Drunken Leana

“Cheers!”

Liyana wanted to let loose a little, and Xia Lun didn't try to hold her back.

After taking care of those matters, it was indeed worth celebrating.

The long table was laden with extravagant dishes: a honey-glazed ham roasted to perfection with an enticing caramelized sheen on its surface, mashed potatoes sprinkled with herbs releasing billowing steam, an emerald-green salad dotted with bright red berries, and freshly baked bread emanating the fragrant aroma of yeast.

Candles flickered with a warm glow at the center of the table, casting a tender light upon every face.

Liyana insisted on dragging Luo Lun out of her room as well, hoping to lift her spirits too.

Luo Lun was seated at the table before she could say a word, and a crystal goblet was promptly pressed into her hand.

Everyone raised their glasses, the colorful spirits shimmering like gems in the candlelight. As the glasses clinked, amber dragon's breath wine and deep red vintage splashed in the air, the droplets then quietly falling back into the cups.

Only Mo Lini let out a sigh as she looked at the milk in her glass, but she didn't say anything more.

“Come on, come on, Xia Lun, tonight we drink until we drop!” At the table, Liyana kept refilling Xia Lun's glass, even though they were at home rather than in some tavern.

Xia Lun looked hesitantly at Aina beside him. Aina sipped her red wine, the crimson liquid as red as blood, accentuating her alluring features; a faint smile hung at the corners of her pink lips — whether that meant approval or disapproval was anyone's guess.

One glass after another, a bottle of dragon's breath wine was quickly polished off between the two of them.

Liyana's cheeks were already painted with a rosy flush, but Xia Lun showed little change.

“Drink all you want.” Aina suddenly leaned close to Xia Lun's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, her voice so soft that only the two of them could hear.

“Uh...” Xia Lun truly had no idea whether Aina was angry right now.

“If you get drunk, then tonight I won't have to submit to those perverted requests of yours.” Aina licked the wine from the corner of her lips. “Don't worry, Xia Lun. I know how to have a good time on my own too.”

Xia Lun's eyes shot wide open.

In his mind flashed a miserable scene: Aina doing whatever she pleased with his body while he lay there drunk and unconscious, powerless to enjoy any of it.

How could that be? He'd fought so hard to secure those rights before, to have Aina properly console him — he couldn't just let that slip away.

“BANG——”

His glass struck the table with a sharp crack as Xia Lun rose from his seat.

“What's wrong?”

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

“A bit tipsy. I'm going outside to get some air.” Xia Lun coughed lightly and left the table.

“Haha, this Xia Lun is such a lightweight...” Liyana let out a snicker, her cheeks already dyed with a sunset-like crimson. She turned to Luo Lun, who had remained perfectly quiet, and raised her freshly filled glass. “Luo Lun, let's keep going.”

Luo Lun silently lifted her glass and took a sip — though the liquid level in her cup had barely gone down at all.

Liyana downed three more glasses in a row.

This potent brew crafted in Dawnlight City certainly lived up to its reputation. It tasted sweet and smooth on entry, but now Liyana felt her entire body burning as if on fire, her strength gradually failing against the delayed kick of the alcohol.

After the feast, everyone slumped lazily into the soft sofas in the living room. The flames in the fireplace crackled, adding a touch of serenity to this cozy evening.

This was a civilized city, not some desolate wilderness, so even if Liyana got dead drunk, she wouldn't run into any dangerous monsters, wouldn't be lured away by some flower spirit, or fall into a lake.

Whether she'd cause some kind of trouble, however, was another matter entirely.

But since they were at home, at least she wouldn't be causing trouble for others.

“Hehehe... Moke, your hair has gotten so soft to touch...” Liyana recklessly reached out to tousle Mo Lini's head, then yanked her hand back with lightning speed — just barely avoiding getting bitten by Mo Lini.

Even this drunk, her reflexes were still intact.

“When did you wash your hair? It's always a mess... though to be fair, after washing it, you look exactly like a girl...” In her drunken rant, Liyana kept mistaking Mo Lini for Moke, her mouth running nonstop.

“Your biting speed has gotten slower, kid... burp~” Liyana leaned in closely to study Mo Lini, a wave of alcoholic breath washing over her face. “Your skills have gotten rusty. At this rate, how are you supposed to beat Shila? That would be too embarrassing.”

Mo Lini was so upset she looked like she was about to cry.

“Boop boop——”

Little Lan saw Mo Lini in distress and immediately bounced over to rescue her.

But then—

“SLAP——”

With a sharp crack, Little Lan was smacked against the wall by Liyana's palm, sliding limply down into a puddle of blue, jelly-like substance.

“Where'd this slime come from? Careful, or I'll use you to wipe my hands after I use the bathroom! Burp~” Liyana glanced at Little Lan with disdain and let out another loud belch.

Little Lan's body quivered — it genuinely seemed scared, shrinking back and hiding behind the sofa.

Liyana was, after all, a legendary archer who had lived for over a thousand years... Little Lan really was no match for her.

Ordinarily, Liyana was clearly just humoring it.

“Let me tell you something, Moke~” Liyana slung her arm around Mo Lini's shoulders. “I had a dream before. In the dream, you actually had a descendant — a girl who looked exactly like you do now... haha, isn't that funny?”

Mo Lini spoke up, indignant and hurt: “I'm Mo Lini!”

“Right, right! Your descendant is named that too — how did you know?” Liyana's face was beet red as she stared at the Mo Lini before her with wonder. “Can you see the future or something?”

Mo Lini's lips twitched. Look at how drunk Liyana had gotten.

Mo Lini shot a pleading look at Luo Lun.

Luo Lun let out a sigh and walked over slowly.

Though she'd drunk a little with the others, she had clearly only taken tiny sips.

“Pfft! Luo Lun, what are you doing here? Did you time-travel?” Liyana was still dazed and unsteady. “How did you get to a thousand years ago?”

Luo Lun didn't know how to answer, so she simply said nothing. Arguing logic with a drunk was clearly not a wise move.

“What a coincidence! Come join the Wings of Dawn with us! Xia Lun will definitely welcome you...” Liyana swayed her head from side to side, looking like she was about to topple face-first onto the floor at any moment.

And that's exactly what happened.

Before she even finished speaking, Liyana's head suddenly lolled to the side, and her whole body went limp against the sofa cushion.

A moment later, snoring filled the room: “Haaah — whoooosh——”

Mo Lini looked at Liyana with a touch of disgust as a snot bubble swelled and shrank at the tip of her nose.