Fine, drink up.
She opened her mouth and gulped it down, only to suddenly become dizzy and disoriented. Without any reaction at all, she was knocked flat by the delayed kick.
Even Ursus brutes during Prohibition could only sip this drink in small mouthfuls. How could this Sicilian beauty possibly handle it?
Hoshino gained a Lappland who was drunk beyond saving. And sure enough, a body in deep drunken sleep became incredibly heavy. Lappland went down after one drink, while Qiaodisi could keep drinking and still fire her gun everywhere. The difference in their alcohol tolerance was obvious.
"What do you plan to do?"
"Once I get the money, I'll travel the world."
Her voice remained as lonely and indifferent as ever, carrying an air of natural inevitability. "As for this little island, since we aren't allowed to touch it, let it remain as it is. It's not like we can manage it anyway, right?"
She lowered her head to look at Shamare.
Shamare raised her head as well, disbelief in her eyes.
"I know what you're thinking, but remember this: things that never change are always rare. You want her to stay the same now, but what about later? What happens after you grow old and die?"
"That idea is ridiculous. You can curse me if you want. I'm not afraid of that sort of thing."
"Um..."
At the mention of curses, Shamare seemed rather embarrassed.
Hoshino carried Lappland's heavy body on her shoulder. It was the first time someone else, rather than herself, was educating a child, and she found it quite novel.
Though even if she had been the one speaking, she probably would have said much the same thing.
Hoshino thought of the operator handbook. It contained a note about Miss Shamare: "Miss Shamare is still