Early the next morning, Noah rubbed his slightly throbbing head and climbed out of bed.
Glancing at the woman beside him, Noah ruffled her hair before turning and heading into the bathroom.
To be honest, this was the first time Noah had realized that his drinking capacity seemed rather pathetic. Without using magic, Evan, Luns, and Kate had actually drunk him dizzy.
The most important thing was that Noah had gotten stubborn at the time. Even Hermione couldn't stop a man like that, and naturally, Noah ended up getting crushed.
"Damn it, if I go to Asgard with this kind of tolerance, won't I embarrass myself?" Noah looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Then use magic, you idiot." Just then, Hermione got up as well. "Honestly, no one could stop you. Why did you ever think you were good at drinking?"
He couldn't exactly say that he'd been pretty good at drinking in his previous life, could he?
Of course, Noah didn't dare say that. He hadn't forgotten that after having a late-night snack and a few drinks, he had turned into a baby the very next day.
Turning around, Noah gently wrapped his arms around Hermione before slowly saying, "All right, all right, I get it. I'll use magic directly from now on."
"Not from now on. Just this once." Hermione gently pushed Noah away. "Your body is important, understand? And I need to wash up, so stop blocking the way."
"Together? I need a shower too."
"Suit yourself."
After fussing around for a while, Noah and Hermione finally got themselves cleaned up. Looking at the well-dressed man and woman in the mirror, Noah nodded.
For this trip to Asgard's inauguration ceremony, even if Noah had wanted to dress casually, he