"..."
Seeing Greg suddenly appear in the living room, Luna silently took the fingers propping up her face away and returned to her usual expressionless look.
Her white hair shone softly under the dim yellow light, and her distinctly elven pointed ears twitched slightly. Her pale purple eyes regarded Greg calmly, as though the person making that bizarre face a moment ago had not been her at all.
Just then, Olivia's loud mockery rang out beside her:
"Hahahaha-you cracked first, so you lost! Drink!"
Smash!
Without a word, Luna grabbed a bottle beside her and smashed it squarely over the tipsy Olivia's head.
The bottle shattered on impact, and amber liquor flowed down from the top of Olivia's head, dripping along her hair and cheeks onto the floor.
The shock of the cold liquor made Olivia shudder.
Then she shook the liquor off her head and looked at Greg with a serious expression. "What brings you here? Need something?"
Isn't it a little late to start acting like an Academy Head now?
Greg silently grumbled to himself.
Although he had suspected Olivia might still be drinking before he entered the room, he had never expected Luna, the Academy Head of the Branchstring Sanctuary, to be here too.
Thinking about it, though, Luna's presence made perfect sense. Her relationship with Olivia was like stinky tofu: it smelled awful, but actually tasted delicious.
So the fault lay with Greg for failing to anticipate this unexpected situation.
In any case, with Luna here too, Greg apparently couldn't drag Olivia straight into trouble.
But that didn't mean he was out of options.
Luna had decided all on her own to consider him her disciple, which meant she must admire him a great deal.
If he adjusted his strategy a little, he might even rope