Watching the two of them drinking with their arms around each other, Luna, who had remained silent all this time, finally moved.
Although she was not good at comforting people, she could at least keep someone company.
So she reached out with a slender, pale hand, picked up an unopened bottle from the table, twisted off the cap, and tipped her head back to chug it just as Greg and Olivia were doing.
Perhaps because an elf's skin was fairer than a human's, a faint blush had already appeared on her cheeks when she lowered the bottle, even though she was not drunk yet.
Looking at the two women on either side of him, both chugging drinks along with him, Greg secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He could already be certain his plan was going somewhere.
Now he just needed to wait for the right atmosphere.
He was also secretly grateful that his improved constitution had increased his alcohol tolerance. With the tolerance he had in his previous life, he would probably have passed out by now, before he even had a chance to put the rest of his plan into action.
The three of them then went on a drinking spree.
Olivia rambled as she drank:
"Listen, Greg, there's no hurdle in life you can't get over! Look at me. Back then, everyone was cursing me, and what happened? All the people who cursed me died, while I'm still alive and well, so-!"
Luna interjected expressionlessly, "That's because you killed them all."
Olivia choked on her words and shot her an annoyed glare:
"Could you stop digging up my past just because you've known me for ages? I was trying to make a point-like how I killed them and even used their livers to sober up. It's about