Lemoni had ultimately drunk dry an entire tavern's month-long stock of liquor—at least several tons' worth—under Merlin and Stheno's stunned gazes.
The key was that his stomach had not bulged in the slightest.
"Are all you Greeks such heavy drinkers?" Merlin noticed that Lemoni still wore a restrained expression that said, "Not strong enough, but I can't drink any more," and blankly asked Stheno beside him.
".He's Atlantean." Stheno chose to draw a line.
Greece did indeed have quite a few heroes famed for their drinking, and Stheno had met several with particularly impressive alcohol tolerances.
But someone who could drink as much as Lemoni was truly a first for her.
This was not even normal anymore, was it?
".My alcohol tolerance is considered rather poor aboard our ship. I'm only better than Jemia." Lemoni seemed to have noticed the strange looks from Merlin and Stheno, and offered a half-hearted defense.
"That kind of drinking capacity is truly bold and astonishing!" The owner, whose wine cellar had been emptied dry, showed not the slightest sadness. Instead, he looked at the gigantic hero with admiration.
".I think I understand what that saying in the legends means now—'The heroes of the sea can drink as much as the sea itself.'" Stheno could only give him a thumbs-up, indicating that Lemoni was genuinely incredible.
"Alright, now that the thirst problem has been solved, shouldn't we go meet the King of Uruk?" Setting down the last barrel, Lemoni looked at Merlin with lingering reluctance.
"No problem. Let's go." Merlin had already regained his smiling expression and nodded.
If nothing unexpected happened, these two visitors had brought some news.
Anna was feeling somewhat uneasy and lost.
She followed behind Siduri, walking slowly with her head lowered.
She could sense that her sister had likely already