Greg: "..."
Calm down... calm down... I won't stoop to that damned gray-haired girl's level.
He ignored Victoria's sarcasm and took Alice's and Yelina's suitcases as well.
Greg began to feel his arms aching.
Just as he steadied himself, a strong reek of alcohol suddenly swept over him from behind.
Then a soft body latched onto his back without the slightest ceremony. Arms looped around his neck and clasped over his chest, leaving her hanging off his back like a koala.
"In that case... hic~ I'll leave myself in your hands too, Greg."
The drunken Academy Head, Olivia, sprawled across his back, her voice slurred and cheerful, thick with intoxication.
Her body hung limply against him, and she showed absolutely no intention of getting down.
"..."
The smile on Greg's face was now on the verge of cracking.
He stood there with suitcases of every size hanging off him and a drunken Academy Head draped over his back, looking like a mule buckling beneath its load.
He could feel the gazes around him gradually turning sympathetic.
The corner of Greg's mouth twitched as he silently screamed inside:
I'm trying to look like a gentleman, not a mule being worked into the ground!
Although this wasn't what Greg had wanted, he could only accept it. After all, he had brought this situation upon himself.
With a mountain of suitcases in his arms and a drunken Academy Head hanging off his back, he looked like a roadside tree laden with fruit.
Greg gazed gloomily at the distant sky, let out a deep sigh, and muttered:
"Ah, I wonder how Ellie and the others are doing. Hopefully they won't cause a huge commotion before they even reach the capital."
On a secluded mountain trail along the Empire's border, the sounds of fighting