In truth, Hera knew why she was nervous.
And that was precisely why she felt both ashamed and happy.
Meeting Heisenberg's still-bright gaze despite his drunkenness, Hera raised her wineglass to him. She intended to use the wine to fiercely drown every improper flutter in her heart.
Seeing Hera's toast, Heisenberg smiled knowingly and raised his glass to lightly clink it against hers.
The two slowly drank their wine.
When Heisenberg set down his empty glass and was about to casually pick up the decanter to refill Hera's—
He suddenly noticed something.
Just now, Hera had drunk slightly faster than he had.
Having drunk too quickly, Hera coughed softly. Yet even so, the goddess quietly lifted the decanter before Heisenberg could.
Seeing Heisenberg hold his wineglass and look at her with an amused gaze—
Hera's cheeks turned so red they seemed ready to drip blood.
"What are you looking at, you sweet-talking barbarian? Give me your glass!"
Still proudly shouting at Heisenberg, Hera awkwardly lowered her head and refilled his wine.
For some reason, as he watched his glass gradually fill, Heisenberg, who had thought this was nothing but unrequited affection, suddenly felt as though his heart, like that wineglass, had been gently filled by the Hera before him...
After filling his glass, Hera hurriedly took back the decanter and secretly filled her own glass as well.
Then she pursed her lips and happily placed the decanter closer to herself.
Having done all that, Hera lifted her glass. At that moment, she was exceptionally shy.
Looking at Heisenberg, she gently shook her head and murmured,
"It seems I have received your feelings, but remember this.
It can only be a joke. Do not continue to make plans to do anything irrational because of it."
With that, Hera tapped her glass