That night, Lann and Cassandra each drank an entire amphora of wine.
Lann's extraordinary metabolism left him unfazed, but Cassandra was already a bit tipsy.
It seemed the power within her didn't grant her resistance to alcohol.
When Cassandra was with Lann, the cheerfulness and carefree spirit she showed on the deck during the day vanished.
"Do you, hic... do you understand how I feel right now, Lann?"
Like anyone drunk, Cassandra placed one hand on Lann's shoulder, drawing her face close to his.
And with her other hand, she thumped her chest, as if she desperately wished for her inner turmoil to be laid bare.
"Yeah, I understand somewhat."
The Demon Hunter could even feel her gentle breath against him, alcohol mingling with the fragrance of her hair, not at all unpleasant.
