There were two women in the tavern that day.

One of them drinks as if he were to come even at the end of the world, and wraps a camel around it in a way a little less visible to people.

"Why Retina? Well, that kid's cute, but it's not even good for me, is it?

"You can't compare, can you?"

Cortina wraps her glass around like she throws away a woman doctor Tricia who drinks her.

This is a village on the northern border. Maxwell brought her in to check on Cortina, whose fatigue had reached its limits.

The examination showed that fatigue was not a problem and Tricia was bringing her over for a drink.

In fact, Tricia's predominance may be the one who was fled by the prey she was after.

"He's still young, honest, hard-working, and he grew up beautiful."

"Even I'd still be young from the elves!

"It's not compared to elves!?

"I'm younger than you!

"I have a longer life span than humans, too!

Ms Tricia, who had spoken a good amount of alcohol, had already begun to spout words without context.

She's already over thirty, and it's time for nothing more. That was why it was a very chopped complaint.

In addition to his daily fatigue, Cortina's treatment of the Trician woman doctor was very cluttered, as she also had alcohol in it.

"If this happens anymore, we'll have to attack Master Gaddles!

"It's hard to judge whether you're being self-absorbed or positive."

"Now half of the six heroes will be married. What do you say, what's left of you?

Nothing. I'm not in a hurry.

"Oh, no. You've been dating a blind man lately?

"Beh, it doesn't mean I don't have a good eye... just a little sharp"

Cortina behaves like a werewolf in a sudden change of topic characteristic of drunkenness.

To her like that, Ms Tricia sends a frivolous gaze.

"You're not trying to score a goal in confidence with me, are you?

"Uh, ma'am. Aren't we friends?

"Hey, look at me and tell me."

Dr Tricia was convinced of Cortina's blatant blindness. That she has someone in mind to marry.

But not putting that on the table, I wonder why this doesn't happen any time soon.

Probably some kind of obstacle.

"Hey, Cortina. We're friends, right?

"Yes...?

"Don't leave me and get married, okay?

"I can't guarantee that."

"No people!?

"It's a cat. Nah."

Dr Tricia finally kicked ass at Cortina trying to imitate a bruised cat or something.

He says he's a six-hero, but he slaps that head relentlessly. Of course, it's also an outrage you can do because she doesn't care about it from day to day.

And Cortina, too, wasn't dull enough to be slapped by ordinary people.

Tilt your head with a leopard and flaunt it.

At the edge of this exchange, a spectacular battle (catfight) between women unfolded in the tavern. Just for cats.

Cortina is more overwhelmed by her skill and physical abilities, but her motivation and, more importantly, the fact that both sides were drinking deeply makes the battle a guddah.

In the end, the battle lasted until the clerks stumbled out of it without winning or losing.

Another day, even at the Gaddles tavern, four men (?) was choosing liquor.

Participants are single, single with wives, thinking about marriage, each.

"Nevertheless, Grandpa, you thought of taking Retina as your wife."

Nicole, the only woman among the four, asks Maxwell. Only she was physically vulnerable to alcohol, so she was served orange juice, honeyed milk, etc.

Asked, Maxwell slowly carries a glass of twinkle into her mouth, contrary to her.

"There's only one thing. I couldn't think of any more measures to protect her."

"But Maxwell, weren't you willing to have kids, too?

"I've always said that you're active. You can't admit she's become an attractive woman, and she's got a favor for you. You're not stingy enough to respond."

"This horny grandpa."

"Totally."

"You know what? Young daughter-in-law is struggling because she doesn't know the distance."

Shut up, you little hobby.

Nicole throwing up and Gaddles agreeing to it. I was wondering if Maxwell's side would be here.

But another, silently mouthing the liquor next to him, was tapping his shoulder and thumbing up to show approval.

"What's that pose?"

"No, I had a really hard time with my wife, too."

"Uh, no, your daughter-in-law was allergic. Hastar."

Just a guy for some reason (?) Hastar God, who was naturally distracted by the liquor platter of the

His daughter-in-law is mythologically considered a God of Discipline. I mean, that white god.

It is where Nicole and the others know very well that the character of the Disciplined God is devastating. And externally, he was also a couple with too many age differences.

"Sure, that's a little too young...... no, it's nothing"

"Right. It doesn't mean there are areas where you can't touch them. Better than that, Gaddles, what is there to tell you about the Lord?

"Are you a weasel? Unfortunately, we haven't met very often."

"If we're going to do the inn, we'll meet quite a bit."

Not to mention the Gaddles Inn, a popular place with mountains of adventurers who want to be taken care of.

There are quite a few female adventurers in there. The fact that we haven't met at all is clearly a lie.

Even now, we are subtly out of sight from everyone and trying to escape the topic.

"Besides, I'm sure she's more beautiful than I am."

"Hey Mate. I am who I am. I guess I woke up with a weird hobby."

"Just kidding."

"I'm scared because it doesn't sound like a joke at all!?

"Hmm? Then you want to study sex change magic in perspective as well?

"When you say it, stop it because it's really going to make me scared!!

Not as much as the God of Discipline, but the Hastar God is also a God that has been told to have contributed quite a bit to magic.

I did remember learning about the magic of flying (flight) in a sorcery class when I traced it back to him.

That's what he talks about, so maybe it's really a possibility.

"Reid more than that. Lord, how long are you going to keep Cortina waiting? I'm cooperating because I have a burden, but it's too pitiful as it is."

"I know. I've got a lot of strength on my hands, and maybe it's time to sit back in earnest."

There was something in Gaddles' words that Nicole thought too.

She thought so, as her interferometric magic arm has risen considerably over the years of training, and it may be time to learn with her main hips.