"I second that..." Chihaya Anon looked as though her soul had been drained from her body too. Rubbing her aching wrist, she nodded repeatedly.
Although Nijika wanted to complain about Ryo ruining the mood, she truly had no strength left. She could only chuckle awkwardly before voicing her agreement with Ryo's "request." "I'm actually a little hungry too."
"Indeed. We've been singing for so long my throat's practically smoking." Eden, who had served as the lead vocalist for this rehearsal and spent half the day playing along with this group of adolescent boys and girls, lightly cleared her dry throat and made her own request. "At a time like this, a glass of rich red wine to soothe my throat would be wonderful. Preferably Merlot from a Bordeaux winery—but wine made by gods would be even better."
The moment she heard the word "wine," Ling was no longer sleepy.
As the rehearsal's "human set designer," she had spent quite a bit of energy continuously using her abilities to conjure immersive stage scenery matching each song.
The expenditure might not have been huge, and she had only worked for two or three hours, but this sort of thing really drained one's energy. No matter how she looked at it, she needed at least two or three bottles of good wine to make up for it.
"Great idea! Drinking! Let's drink!!" Ling's eyes lit up as she instantly perked up. She rushed over and hooked an arm around Qianyi's neck, shouting, "Qianyi! Stop holding out on us! Hurry up and bring out all the top-shelf wine you've got stored in your Gate of Babylon to treat everyone! We're drinking our fill today—we're not going home until we're drunk!!"
"Why don't you just live in my treasury?" Qianyi sighed. "Ninety percent of the