Chapter 627 - YOLO
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The maids arrived in an orderly fashion, each carrying a finely crafted tray adorned with decorated goblets. As soon as the ladies got close to us with our drinks, an intense heat enveloped the surroundings, as though a furnace had been unleashed. The rich, intoxicating scent of molten honey and seared oak filled the air, carrying with it the unmistakable sting of pure alcohol.
Seraphiel eagerly took a goblet and after raising the glass high, she declared, "You only live once!" and took a bold swig.
The results of her careless actions showed instantly, hitting this YOLO girl with a mighty sucker punch in the guts. Her eyes widened in horror and her entire body trembled violently before she let out a strangled gasp. She then immediately turned and lunged at my storage ring, tapping on it demandingly.
Seraphiel didn't need to say which item she was looking for—I gave her a high-tier healing potion. She yanked the vial right out of my hand and greedily gulped its contents. The color returned to her face immediately, but the relief was short-lived.
"It's not enough!" she yelped frantically before leaping out of the bath in a panic. I watched her sensually swaying buttocks as she rushed down the stone steps, most certainly looking for her staff to cast healing spells. However, her wet feet slipped on the smooth steps, sending her tumbling forward. I reached out with wind magic, catching her midair before she could crash face-first into the ground.
My cheeky elf dangled there for a moment, wide-eyed, before I gently set her down. "That… never happened!" she decreed with a tinge of embarrassment. I imagine elves don't tend to slip just because their feet are wet. Then, this eccentric woman hurried away in
Merry giggling welcomed my words. "As a longstanding member of a ruthless criminal organization, I've gotten to know a lot of shameless opportunists… Yet you make those people seem charitable. But it appears I'm too much of a gentle soul. You win," she said before shifting her butt on my lap a bit, nestling back in comfortably.