The Great Love Poet turned to look at Antanas and Sinola.
He was considering whether to seek outside help.
Theoretically, these two eighth-order demons should be able to drink humans under the table.
But if they got drunk, the tricks these two would play when drunk would be unstoppable.
If the last priest of Hegemony got too drunk, he wouldn't be able to switch identities with Pranay, so he must remain somewhat alert.
Among the two that were left, either he should drink, or Hyperion should drink.
"Hyperion, how's your drinking capacity?"
The Great Love Poet inquired.
"I haven't tried much, it should be neither bad nor good."
Hyperion answered uncertainly.
Upon hearing this...
The Great Love Poet frowned.
"Er...."
Hyperion, noticing the Love Poet's rare expression of unease, remembered that Lanci never touched alcohol.
At the Sanctuary Evil Banquet earlier, when Lanci was offered a low-alcohol sweet white wine by Frey, he had smiled and shook his head.