Me, Cretta, and Mr. Cannon, the three of them had been seated in front of Faraes.

The reason is that I was drunk and did all sorts of rude things to Faraes.

When my drunkenness woke up, it caught me and I woke up with Mr. Cannon's drunkenness, and this is what happened. By the way, Cretta was asleep at some point, and as she woke up, she also woke up drunk.

Faraes sits on the chair and looks at this one. Of course, all the clothes are back to normal.

"Fa, Faraes, I am truly sorry for this..."

In the meantime, Mr. Cannon apologized to Faraes.

This one still looks like underwear. There was no time to wear it. I think there's a point to reflection.

"Mr. Cannon, please don't get weird from now on"

"Ah, yes..."

"I mean, you're not resistant to alcohol at all..."

"Hey, hey, I'm getting tense today..."

Faraes said that to Mr. Cannon.

As a result, Mr. Cannon was not strong at all on alcohol. Just two drinks, that's how you get drunk. Until a little while ago, I was surprised that I drank up a bottle of wine.

Usually, what the hell was the way you got drunk?

"Besides, it's a bad quality way to get drunk..."

"Oh, yes, sorry..."

Mr. Cannon's drunkenness was of very poor quality.

Faraes would naturally think so, especially since he had been damaged.

"From now on, you can have up to a glass of alcohol"

"Huh? Well, that's a little..."

"It's very annoying when you get drunk that way"

So Faraes made such a request to Mr. Cannon.

Is it a sign of care for those you respect that you are only given that and not banned from liquor itself?

But still, Mr. Cannon resists. Not really, maybe I was able to reflect.

"So, but..."

"Mr. Cannon? If you are reflecting on what you have done, follow my words"

"So, but yeah. Is alcohol an important nutrient? I think I'll know when I can drink Faraes too..."

"Ha Ah."

Mr. Cannon, with an excuse I'm not sure, is trying to delude him.

That attitude also seems to have spooked the boulder pharaeus.

Faraes turns his cold gaze to Mr. Cannon.

"Mr. Cannon, I'm going to rip that underwear off now."

"Huh?"

"So please don't move"

Faraes stood up from his chair and tried to put his hand on Mr. Cannon's underwear.

Then Mr. Cannon starts talking fast.

"I'm sorry. I know how bad what I did was. I'll make a glass of alcohol. Please, forgive me."

"Yes, let's just say that's okay"

Hearing Mr. Cannon's words, Faraes sat in the chair again.

The kind thing about Faraes is that he doesn't do it.

"Well, next..."

"Oh, is that me..."

Then Faraes turned his attention to Cretta.

As for Cretta, I'm not trying to do anything to Faraes just because I said something extra.

To this, what decision will Faraes make?

"This time, I'm sorry I got drunk and said something extra"

"On second thought, Cretta doesn't have to be drunk, so there's nothing in particular to say..."

"Huh?"

Against Cretta, Faraes began to say that.

Sure, Cleta says that even if you're not drunk. Then will it remain the same as usual?

"Ma'am? I was pretty drunk, wasn't I?

"I was just asleep after... maybe nothing"

Faraes nods as he was convinced to say so.

In contrast, Cletta seems a little dissatisfied.

For him, I guess it's a feeling that he was pretty drunk. So, maybe they don't like it a little bit when they say it's no different from the primitive.

"Well, next..."

"Lady!?

But Cleta's wish was vain, and Faraes turned to me.

Finally, it looks like it's my turn.

"I apologize for all the intoxication this time..."

"But Slade stopped me, and you're not mad at me that far,"

"Oh, really?

"Yeah, rather, it was a pleasure to see Slade think of me,"

Apparently, Faraes isn't very angry about me.

That is not gratifying. But I'm so sorry because of the guilt in my heart.

"But I've been watching..."

"There's nothing wrong with Slade seeing me because it's not like I don't want to. It was very, very embarrassing..."

"Oh, really..."

I kind of feel like Faraes is saying something amazing.

Just don't say anything because digging into that is what it is.

Whatever it is, it means I was forgiven.

Then let's just say I'm glad.

"Hey, Mr. Slade..."

"Yeah?"

So Mr. Cannon whispered to me.

The expression is a slightly suspicious grin. Did you come up with anything, even weird?

"From here, you'll see Pharaoh's pants."

"Become..."

"Look, angularly..."

What Mr. Cannon wanted to tell him was that he could see Faraes' pants.

At a time like this, what are you talking about?

I checked once, but I do see Faraes' pants from that angle.

But what does that mean?

"Slade, how distracted are you, won't you look at your pants?

"Ah..."

That's what Faraes says to me.

Mr. Cannon put me on it, and I accidentally looked at it, but this was no good. I reflected earlier, and what are you doing?

Faraes looks at this as he blushes, holding onto his skirt. Will this piss me off?

"Hehe, Mr. Slade, you're not holding back your desires at all..."

"No, I..."

"In the first place, it's Mr. Cannon's fault"

"Huh?"

But Faraes began to be angry at Mr. Cannon, without being angry at me.

To this, Mr. Cannon also rounds his eyes.

"Anyway, if you let Slade on and look at your pants, you thought I'd be mad, didn't you?

"Huh? No..."

"Isn't the idea shallow?

"Oh, sorry"

Mr. Cannon put his head on the floor and apologized to Faraes.

Faraes stares at Mr. Cannon like that with cold eyes.

"Mr. Cannon, have you not reflected?

"Yes, no, I'm not..."

In the end, the sermon from Faraes to Mr. Cannon resumed.

Next to those two, me and Cletta stay seated. Let's accept this as punishment, too.

"They both seem the same as they used to be, most importantly..."

"Huh?"

In the meantime, Cretta shrugged like that.

I'm surprised by the words.

"Mr. Cannon means a respectable senior for once..."

"In terms of work, I guess so. But private people were like that."

"Oh well..."

As could have been expected from the tragedy in the room, Mr. Cannon seemed a surprisingly sloppy man.

Somehow, I thought he was a calmer and more deposited person, so I'm surprised.

Of course, with a thoughtful pharaoh at home. That's why you should normally be a decent person just to get tangled up like this. Or so be it.

This is how our reflections continued.