There was a hint of provocation in Signy's tone, as though this duel was nothing more than a game to him.
But the moment Wenifreid heard it, a spark flashed in his eyes. He had unconsciously rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, making his tensed muscles look even more robust:
"Drinking money for a month. Whoever loses pays for all of it!"
"Now that's the spirit!"
Signy drunkenly shouted.
Then he made a provocative gesture, and the atmosphere between the two instantly grew tense, as though the air itself were thick with gunpowder.
However,
just as they were about to begin an ill-timed manly brawl at the Lorenz Riel examination site,
Li Weisi, who was leading a group over from another direction, could not help coughing.
His personality had always been rather old-fashioned, fitting most people's impression of the ascetics of Saint Mourning Hughie Fal.
So Li Weisi merely said sternly:
"If you dare start fighting,
when you get back, you'll probably all be sent to Hughie Fal Third Prison to experience how 'divine aberrations' are treated.
"Divine aberrations?
The two of us haven't reached that level, have we?"
The bearded Wenifreid was somewhat speechless.
"Signy, you bastard, give your assessment."
But when he turned around to continue arguing with Signy, he discovered that the fellow had slipped away at some point.
Against the cold, high-tech backdrop of the space station, all that remained was an empty silhouette and drunken laughter echoing through the air.
At that moment,
the tense atmosphere at the Lorenz Riel examination site seemed to vanish along with Signy's escape.
Only Wenifreid and Li Weisi were left staring at each other, somehow making the mood more lively.
Meanwhile,
Lia was hurriedly returning while pulling Phyllis along, and she happened to witness the scene as well.