Chapter 52: The beginning of change (2) (unedited)?

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I didn’t like alcohol that much. But when I stressed out I couldn’t help but drank it. It was like the sentiment of an office worker. So as soon as I returned to Heilon’s mansion from the banquet, I picked a bottle.?

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“Let’s drink.”?

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Because the prince was annoying.?

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Of course, I couldn’t grab anyone and ask them to drink together this night, so I planned to have a drink alone in my room. ?

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There was a lot of good quality alcohol in Heilon Mansion. Among them, the one I brought was fruit wine.?

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“Sweet.”?

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It was definitely a delicious wine, and I felt like I was going to get hooked if I drank more. Well, it was fine. I was in my room, so it won’t a big deal if I got drunk and fell over. ?

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Then, someone knocked on my room. ?

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“Fiona, are you there?”?

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I opened the door right away when I heard it was SIgren’s voice. ?

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Sigren looked at me for a moment and frown slightly. “Are you drunk?”?

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Drunk he said. It was just a drink to relieve my thirst. ?

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A smirk appeared on my face. “I just started now.”?

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“….”?

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Although the wine was delicious, it was still boring to drink alone. So it was better to have a drinking buddy.?

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“Come in, let’s drink together, it’s been a long time.”?

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Sigren opened his mouth about to say something but closed it again as I pulled his wrist. Then he walked in quietly. ?

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I took him to the chair across from me. But I paused for a moment.?

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“What’s happened to your tie?”?

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The shirt and tie around Sigren’s neck were crumpled up. ?

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“Did you have a fight and someone hold your neck?” I said it in a joking tone.?

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“It’s similar.”?

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“Really?”?

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How could someone grab him by the collar on the first day of his social debut? Also, he was not that kind of kid…. Right??

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“Who?”?

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“Not a big deal.”?

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Saying so, Sigren stretched out his hand to untie his tie in an awkward way, but he suddenly stopped and looked at me. ?

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“Fiona, I couldn’t see the the knot well. I’m sorry, could you help me untie this?”?

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Then Sigren bent his waist slightly as if trying to match my height. I subconsciously reached out and untie his tie. From a young age, Sigren hated something tightening around his neck. Therefore, any clothes or ties that tighten around his neck were never done except when necessary. ?

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“….”?

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The rustling sound of clothes was particularly loud in the quiet room. And it was somehow oddly awkward. Even more, while I untied Sigren’s tie, he was fiddling with my hair. ?

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“It’s done.”?

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I roughly threw the tie on the bed.?

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“Let’s drink now.”?

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I poured alcohol into Sigren’s glass.?

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“Cheers!”?

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Clink.?

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I bumped my glass with his glass and drank it at once. However, unlike me, SIgren only touched the glass on his lips, then put his glass down. ?

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“Drink slowly, why are you acting like a drinker when you’re not even one.”?

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Unfortunately, there was no one-shot culture in this world. In this world, if someone was drinking in a cheerful way like me, it was called a person who drank a lot of alcohol. ?

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“I’m not that weak though. You’re not drinking? This is good.”?

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“Yeah, when you’re drunk you fall, and someone must pick you up,” Sigren replied nonchalantly.?

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“No way.”?

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Was I like that when I got drunk??

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“You fell over when the last time you were drunk. Don’t you remember?”?

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Ah, it was probably at Heilon’s new Year party last year. I was so drunk at that time. But I didn’t really remember I fell head over heels. The only thing I remembered was I suddenly woke up on my bed with a lump on my head. ?

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“Would it have happened again?” I drank the second glass while saying that. Because I drank it in a hurry, now I was already feeling a bit tipsy. Well, it seemed I couldn’t deny my alcohol tolerant was not that great. But, it was not too weak either. It was medium level. “Aren’t you bored just seeing me drinking?”?

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“Nope. seeing the change in your expression is not boring at all. Now your face all red.”?

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“Really?”?

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There was a lot of nagging everytime Sigren saw me, but right now his face was like someone who would just put up with everything he saw. It seemed like rather than having a drink with me, he just wanted to sit in front of me to dry my drinking spirit. Well, though, another big reason he didn’t drink was he also wasn’t a big fan of alcohol. ?

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I looked at him for a moment. “Sigren, how was the banquet?”?

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“Not that great.”?

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I wanted to asked ‘have you met Eunice?’, but that question seemed like too explicit. ?

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“I heard there is a kid who is praised as a saint. Did you meet her?”?

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“No.”?

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Why didn’t he meet her? ?

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“Come to think of it, I didn’t see you in the hall. What did you..?”?

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I stopped right away. There was no need to continue that question. He said earlier that someone grabbed his collar and had a fight. So I changed the question.?

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“Who did you fight?”?

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“This time, Sigren responded smoothly. “The crown prince.”?

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“Really?” ?

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Though in honesty, I didn’t like him, still, he was Sigren’s older brother, was it okay??

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“Why did you fight?”?

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“He’s more annoying that I thought.”?

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I nodded my head. “That’s true. I also really dont like him.”?

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When I remembered the incident, I got annoyed again. I inhaled heavily, then drank another glass. ?

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Sigren’s eyebrows frowned. “What did he do to you?”?

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“No. it’s not like that. He was trying to hit on a noble lady.”?

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“Don’t go near him.”?

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“I will. Honestly, I even hope I never bump into him again.”?

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As I kept drinking while talking, I got really drunk. I regretted now being so confident and saying ‘i’m not that weak’  in front of Sigren earlier.  ?

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“Sigren, you have two faces.”?

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“I see you’re drunk.”?

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“Even if you have two faces, two handsome faces float around? Not strange at all.”?

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I lifted my thumb while mumbling nonsense. Then finally I lied my head down on the table.?

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“Haaa..”?

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Before I lost my consciousness, I heard Sigren sighing, while looking at my pathetic condition.