The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

I, with Celia, had a day off at home.

It was a very slow day and I was able to take much of the battle fatigue. Now we're going to be able to move tomorrow.

While he was resting that way, Pharaoh and the others returned, and ate dinner, and the day went on.

"Oh, yeah... Speaking of which, Mr. Cannon, we were promised a drink together, weren't we?

"Huh?"

During dinner, I speak to Mr. Cannon like that.

After the meeting, Mr. Cannon and I had promised to drink together.

After all, there was no meeting, but the promise is still a promise. That's why I wanted to check with Mr. Cannon.

"Oh, speaking of which, yeah"

"When do you do it?

"... can I do it today?

That's what Mr. Cannon has answered to my question.

Apparently, he's already trying to live up to that promise today.

Tomorrow, I want to go to the base, but can I have a drink?

"Mr. Slade, you want to go to base tomorrow?

"Oh, well..."

"But it's okay. If you sleep overnight, you'll lose your booze."

"Really...?

"Even before, it wouldn't have been a hangover or anything, would it? Then you'll be fine."

Mr. Cannon has said that to me when I'm lost.

Sure, when I drank before, I should have been drunk but never pulled back.

Then maybe it's okay to drink something else.

"Okay. Shall we have a drink today?"

"All right, then, shall we do it after dinner? I feel a little different about drinking now..."

At Ms Cannon's suggestion, we were to drink alcohol after meals this time.

This must be my fault for cutting out this topic on the way to dinner. What, but I'm feeling a little sorry for you. Let's say we give this back by drinking together later.

"Cretta, why don't you come with me?

"Huh? Right...... then, I'll be with you"

"All right, that's settled."

Subsequently, Mr. Cannon invited Cretta.

Cretta, too, accepted Mr. Cannon's suggestion, so it looks like the three of us will be drinking.

"Nice, Slade, Cretta..."

"Faraes......"

"Lady..."

Faraes stares at us like that.

Unfortunately, Faraes is still unable to attend this drinking party because he cannot drink.

But I also feel amazing in a way that I still want to drink with Mr. Cannon, even though I was tangled up like that before. Well, I'm an admiring senior, so I guess I don't care about the details.

"Well, Faraes is almost there, so that's when, right?

"Yes..."

Thanks to Mr. Cannon's follow-up, Faraes was only a little better.

This is how I was supposed to drink with Mr. Cannon.

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I was supposed to have a drink with Mr. Cannon and Cretta after dinner.

Sometimes after dinner, I was supposed to drink in the living room.

"Well, cheers!

"Or cheers!

"Cheers!

We'll have a drink in each glass.

"Well, it's delicious whenever you drink it."

"Right......"

"Yes......"

"Plus, there's the knob that Cretta prepared for me..."

On the table, there was a line of knobs that Cletta prepared for me.

After meals, but since it's what goes into my belly, I'll probably be able to eat it. It may be a problem if you eat too much.

"Ugh..."

Still, booze is still amazing.

I just drank a little, and I feel daunted.

"Mr. Slade, are you drunk already? That's fast..."

"Yeah..."

That's what Mr. Cannon said to me.

But Mr. Cannon also seems to be already starting to get drunk because his face is a little red.

Mr Cannon says to be resistant to alcohol but is actually very weak. That's what I've known since the last time.

"Ugh..."

"Cretta? Are you okay?"

"Oh, excuse me..."

Cretta was trying to get some sleep.

This one gets sleepy when she gets drunk.

"When you drink alcohol, you want to sleep..."

"Well, I don't know how that feels. I was asleep yesterday too..."

But Cletta quickly corrected her posture.

Apparently, he's fighting drowsiness. Nothing, it's not that hard, so I think I can sleep.

"Nothing, can I sleep? I'm always tired and today is a drink to relax..."

"No, it's my chance, I'll drink some more"

"Hehe, that's good..."

Cretta doesn't drink on a daily basis either, so she wants to drink some more.

Sure, I don't even know how that feels. I want to keep a drink on these occasions, too.

This is how we used to drink for a while.

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I was drinking with Mr. Cannon and Cletta.

"Ku......"

Cretta fell asleep about a glass of booze.

That's why I'm having you fall on the couch.

"Hey Cretta, I fell asleep..."

"Yep..."

Mr. Cannon had already drank about three glasses.

By contrast, I only have one drink left. Honestly, I feel like this is the limit now. For the most part, I think I'm drunk.

"Still, it's hot..."

"Huh?"

"Hey, let's take it off..."

So, Mr. Cannon started moving.

They began to take off their clothes.

I don't think the temperature in this room is that high, but maybe drinking made it hot?

"Ka, Mr. Cannon? Aren't you undressing?

"Huh?"

I was surprised to think that.

Because Mr. Cannon had exposed his underwear. Plus, it's both up and down.

"Oh, well, it's service time"

"Oh really..."

Apparently, this is a service.

Then I guess I don't mind looking at it. I'll take a good look at Mr. Cannon's body.

Mr. Cannon was wearing black underwear. Other than that, I'm taking everything off. As a result, I see various places.

What a wonderful body. With the colour, I feel the beauty.

"Mr. Slade, do you want to see so much? I don't have a choice..."

Mr. Cannon, who noticed my gaze, changed his pose for me.

It's a chest accentuating pose. Not as big as Faraes, but Mr. Cannon is also medium large. As a result, my gaze will be concentrated in the valley.

"Mr. Slade... you see cancer?

"Oh, no, I'm sorry"

"Oh, I don't mind, I usually have a tough spirit..."

So, Mr. Cannon has made that point.

Sure, I usually keep things under control, too. But because I'm drunk today, that doesn't work at all.

In particular, it also has to do with the other person being Mr. Cannon. Because Mr. Cannon makes me look like this. Then you don't have to worry about this one.

"Well, because you're drunk, aren't you? I'm not doing this either because I wasn't drunk..."

"It is, isn't it?"

Mr. Cannon had been a little calm in his own words.

It would be nice to be properly aware that your actions are because you are drunk.

"Besides, I'm not going to do this unless I'm in front of some thoughtful people at home..."

"If you do that outside, it's a lot worse..."

"Yeah, so it's just you, Slade..."

That said, Mr. Cannon poses again.

Somehow, I get thrilled when they say that. No, I've been thrilled. But this is similarly unpleasant.

Me and Mr. Cannon spent a while doing that.