A strong, strange odor mixed with sweat and the rank scent of leather rushed into her nostrils. Duke Donglin's unconscious body convulsed, and a dry-heaving sound came from her throat.
Then, a large amount of orange-yellow, foamy liquid mixed with undigested food scraps burst from her mouth, rapidly pooling on the ground.
The stench of vomit instantly overwhelmed the aromas of wine and food, sour and putrid enough to sting the nose.
As Duke Donglin vomited painfully yet effectively, Duke Yeshi Apolloni lifted his own cup, took a leisurely sip, and shook his head with a smile.
"Duke Donglin, what an impressive stomach. Shame you went up against a monster like little Virginia. You didn't lose unfairly."
"Hm?" Yan Huan's gaze fell once more on Duke Yinfeng Virginia's flat, perfectly ordinary abdomen, which had even drawn in slightly from nervousness.
She seemed to be the youngest and smallest of the five generals. At that moment, she was clutching the hem of her clothes, anxiously watching her vomiting colleague before glancing at Yan Huan. Her little face had gone somewhat pale.
"Why aren't you bloated? Did you stuff a sponge in your stomach?" Yan Huan asked bluntly, looking her up and down.
"Uh... Chancellor, did you forget where I'm from?" Duke Yinfeng scratched her head sheepishly, her cheeks faintly red.
"You're still calling me Chancellor? Back then, every last one of you wanted to chop me up." Yan Huan looked at her with disdain.
When they had learned that he was threatening Kryudera, each of them had reacted more fiercely than the last, their words harsher than the last.
Duke Yinfeng in particular looked refined and quiet, yet she had written several sarcastic poems mocking his supposedly sinister intentions, then had people copy and spread them among the masses for everyone