บท 58: Gods, Apostles, and Dreams

Hearing a knock on his door, Azriel walked over and opened it.

A student stood there, wearing an awkward smile as he faced Azriel.

Smiling, Azriel stepped aside and gestured for the student to enter.

"Welcome to the room of The Apex... Cadet Vergil."

Vergil could only laugh awkwardly as he stepped inside.

"Damn, it's like a 7-star hotel room... while mine's only a 5."

"Well, that's one of the perks of being the Apex, I suppose."

Azriel replied, heading toward the kitchen.

"Why don't you have a seat and tell me why you decided to visit my room at 2 a.m.?"

Following Azriel, Vergil sat down at the counter while Azriel opened the cabinets.

"You want Nebula Spirits, Frost Ember, Duskfall Bourbon, or... Crimson Flame?"

Azriel asked, listing off the bottles.

"Alcohol at 2 a.m.?"

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

Azriel turned toward him, raising his own.

"You got a problem with that?"