After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"Waiter, please give me some more drinks! Five more, five more!!"

The usually elegant witch lady has completely immersed herself in the atmosphere and is in unusually high spirits.

Of course, it could also be that he simply drank too much.

This look was somewhat indecent, but Aize didn't dislike this casual and relaxed atmosphere.

The food in high-end restaurants may not be that delicious, but they have to have everything covered and be elegant, which always reminds him of those disgusting and tiring social parties.

...Could she have noticed this and chosen this place on purpose?

While thinking this, Villian had already walked around the table and squeezed into Aize's seat, holding a wine glass and approaching him with a smirk on her face.

"Hey, young man, why are you drinking juice? How boring! How about a glass of wine?"

As she said this, she hugged the other person's shoulders tightly, moved closer to try to rub Aize's face, and without saying anything, she put the cup to his mouth.

"You're fucking drunk—"

The unexpected situation caught Aize off guard.

The other person's face wants to push people away.

But no matter how hard she tried, Villian didn't move at all. Maybe she used some magic to enhance her strength.

The two of them were stuck in a very strange posture.

After a while, Villian sighed in boredom and finally let go of Aize.

"Really~ Don't be so disappointing - ah, got it -"

The witch lady, who was already a little confused, chuckled and seemed to have come up with some evil idea.

She picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of the wine, then moved closer while holding it in her mouth. Fortunately, Aize quickly covered her mouth and forced some distance between them.

"Behave yourself, there are so many people here!!!"

"Woo-"

"What are you talking about?! Swallow it first!"

Among the little information that Aize had, there was almost no information about Villian herself.

It is really unexpected that one's drinking behavior would deteriorate to this extent after drinking too much. I have to be especially careful in the future.

On this side, Villian swallowed the wine in her mouth, then threw herself on Aize, hugging him tightly and unable to move away no matter how hard she tried.

From time to time, she let out some silly laughter, took a few sips from the cup, and then twisted around on Aize.

More and more other guests began to point and talk about this place, and Aize covered his face helplessly.

This will never end, so let's just speed up.

Having made up his mind, the brave man patted Villian on the back and said seriously:

"How about playing a game with rewards for winning and penalties for losing?"

"Uh... um~ play--"

After getting drunk, Vivian's IQ had basically regressed to the level of a child. After a little coaxing, she obediently sat in her seat, shaking her head with anticipation.

It may sound rude to say this, but it really does look like a puppy.

Aize coughed dryly and took out a coin.

"It's simple. I toss a coin and you guess heads or tails."

"Mmmmm~"

"If you guess right, you'll get a drink as a reward. If you guess wrong, you'll get a drink as a penalty."

"Hmm... hm?"

Realizing that something was wrong, Villian tilted her head slightly and tried to use the limited brain capacity she had left to think about the problem.

Then--

"Okay~ Hurry up and bring the wine~"

Miss Witch gave up thinking.

So, five minutes later—

"Hmm... uh..."

Villian fell on the table, completely unconscious.

"It's done."

Aize sighed, paid the bill, carried the unconscious Villian on his back, took the clothes he had bought on the previous "date", and started walking towards the house.

It was already quite late, and the bustling commercial street gradually became quiet. Apart from the pub which was still bustling with activity, all other shops had already closed.

It was early spring and the evening breeze was still quite cold.

Maybe it was because she became more awake after being blown by the wind, or maybe it was because the Great Witch's physique was different from that of ordinary people, but Villian on Aize's back quickly regained some consciousness.

Her hands, which had been hanging down, were now wrapped around Aize's neck again, and her face was placed on his shoulder.

"Um……"

A somewhat chaotic breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol and Villian's own faint fragrance, hit Aize's face.

Not that it's offensive.

"Aize... wu... hehe... Aize——"

As if afraid that he would run away, Villian hooked her arms tighter and pressed her body completely against Aize's back. The soft touch could be felt clearly through the thick coat.

"woke up?"

There was no response, just like a cat, making indistinct sounds while rubbing against itself.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Really? I won't take care of your headache tomorrow."

"……sorry……"

"……Um?"

These words caused Aize's PTSD to kick in, and his slight distrust of Villian uncontrollably expanded to the extreme in an instant.

But it only existed for a moment.

Soon he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This occupational disease of mine, where everyone looks like a traitor or a spy, really needs to be treated.

He asked in the gentlest voice possible:

"What are you sorry for?"

"...When you were in the most difficult time...I wasn't here...And, I don't know...I don't know either...But...how can I say it...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I just want to say, I'm sorry..."

"Alright, alright—there's nothing to be sorry about. Just bear with it. Everything will be fine once you get a good night's sleep."

Aize comforted Villian without saying or thinking anything more.

But when passing an intersection, a petite figure in Aize's blind spot caught his attention.

"That person... is the older brother from before?"

On the street under the night sky, the little black-haired girl spoke to herself.

Chapter 38 The Princess Wants a Date

"Ugh—ugh… so disgusting…"

Early in the morning, Vivian tossed and turned in her bed.

I also feel nauseous and have stomachaches.

"The wine in the human world is so terrible... Ugh—"

"What good can you expect from a roadside tavern? Drinking so much on your first try, it's only natural your stomach won't be able to handle it!"

Aize sat down beside the bed with a helpless look on his face and placed a bottle of potion and a steaming bowl on the bedside table.

"This is the hangover remedy I just bought. Drink it now. This bowl of freshly made milk porridge is good for your stomach. Eat a little when you're not so nauseous anymore, or your stomach won't be able to handle it!"

"Okay, thank you...thank you... Ugh—"

Villian's originally snow-white skin turned ashen, and her long purple hair, which she was so proud of, became messy and stuck to her face due to sweat.

Her already thin body kept shaking, and she moved with difficulty on the bed and lay on Aize's legs.

"Oooooh... I'm going to die..."

"Just bear with it. It will be better after half a day. Drink the medicine quickly."

Aize helped Villian up, took the medicine bottle aside and fed her to drink.

The pale witch lady had a gloomy face and looked like she wanted to cry but had no tears.

"It's so bitter, I'm going to vomit again..."

"Are you a child? Drink it, quickly!"

No, if you think about it carefully, maybe that's really the case.

Villian's physical age is about twenty years old, but from her narration, her actual life experience is only five years, and she has been a tool all her life.

His usually strong and unpredictable personality seems to be somewhat fabricated. Perhaps if you peel off this layer of clothing, you will find that his true nature is really like this?

Hard to bear.

After swallowing the medicine with a painful look on her face, Villian fell on Aize's legs again and began to struggle.

This time, Aize didn't say much, but just sighed and helped her smooth her hair.

Then--

"Master, Madam, we have guests."

A puppet maid in the mansion knocked on the door and walked into the room. After bowing slightly, she reported:

"The other party specifically asked to see the master."

Aize frowned:

"See me? Who?"

"A short red-haired woman who claims to be your friend."

No doubt it's Heidi.

I had already clearly rejected her at the previous party, so the reason she came to me now was—

Aize could think of a few, but none of them were good.

He glanced at Villian, who was lying on top of him with a very bad look on her face, and waved his hand without hesitation.

"No, let her go."

Normally I could still handle it, but right now Vivian is definitely more important.

Not to mention the fact that he forced me to drink, I was also responsible, so I couldn't leave.

"No...you should go for a while..."

Villian suddenly grabbed Aize's clothes and said in a very weak voice:

"That person is the princess... If something serious happens, it would be bad to miss it..."

It was one thing for him to confront that woman just to vent his anger on Aize.

But it was another matter that Aize had a falling out with that woman because of himself.

Villian knew that Aize had his own considerations for everything, and she couldn't disrupt his rhythm because of her own reasons.