"Oink, oink~~~."
Until the poor suckling pig was selected and eagerly carried away by the chefs.
Heisenberg's mind kept echoing with... incomparably miserable pig squeals!
He shook his head, finally managing to banish the cries of those pig brothers from his mind.
"This... is pretty bizarre. I always thought... forget it."
Heisenberg muttered halfway through, then lightly shook his head. Beside him, Frigga speared a grape and added,
"Your Majesty, you should understand and get used to how seriously people take you."
"Of course I'm used to it. It's just... doesn't making braised meat take a long time? If they're using a live pig, am I supposed to sit here drinking for more than ten hours?"
Heisenberg pursed his lips helplessly, then picked up his glass and raised it toward everyone.
Serizawa lifted his glass to clink it with his, then turned around and drained it in one gulp. He had already put away nearly two bottles of whiskey, and now even his eyes were spinning.
Heisenberg glanced at him twice and casually tapped the table. Immediately, faint light gathered around Serizawa.
A moment later, fine beads of sweat inexplicably seeped from Serizawa's skin. He had actually sobered up!
Finally a little clearer-headed, Serizawa took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
Then he looked at Heisenberg, considered for a moment, and said,
"Your Majesty, I seem to have gotten a little drunk. My mistake.
"I... do not drink often in my daily life. Please forgive my rudeness.
"Where was I just now? Probably our plans for the future of Titan ecology, right?
"Then I'll continue, Your Majesty!"
As his words fell, Serizawa put down his wineglass and finally assumed the posture of a scholar.
Heisenberg nodded understandingly and listened with slightly greater seriousness.
Thus, Serizawa slowly explained,
"As for