# 90
It was impossible to deny that Sirius was drunk just by looking at his red eyes. However, he was staring at Dearen next to him in a strange way, as if his concentration had deviated.
“Look ahead as you walk.”
He was really drunk, and yet, he was as steady as ever. Diarin noticed that his “drinking habit” was quiet, as he did nothing but repeat her name constantly: “Darren….” It was quiet enough, but she was the only one suffering because of it, without it disturbing anyone else. She didn't know whether that was happy or sad.
“Sirius, you are prohibited from drinking alcohol from now on.”
“Why…?”
“Because when you drink, you won't stop repeating my name!”
“Why…?”
Apparently the “why” was also part of his drunken habit. It was not possible to have a logical conversation with a drunk person, so Dayaren decided to stop trying to talk to him and quicken her steps instead.
With difficulty, Dearyn reached the room and threw Sirius' body on the bed, but she slid with him and they fell together.
"Yes!"
“Dyaren...”
Even at that moment, Sirius wrapped his arms and legs around her body as if he would not let go. Dragging him here from the garden had exhausted all her energy, so she decided to stop trying to break free from him. As she lay down on the bed next to him, Sirius began to hug her closer. He held her head with his arms, and surrounded her body with his legs, binding her completely.
"Sure, you should stop drinking. What if you do it with someone else?"
“I won't…”
“Well, if you're not going to, don't do it now either.”
“I feel dizzy...”
“…”
Even in his drunken state, he seemed to find his way out of the situation to his advantage.
Dearyn looked at Sirius' face with half-open eyes.
“Ah…”
Sirius made a small moaning sound and twisted his body. Although he was benefiting slightly from his drunken state, he also looked like he was really suffering from the effects of alcohol.
“After all, you got the money. Why were you so insistent on winning?”
“Money…”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
The amount of money Sirius got today from the bet was enough to buy a small house near the royal palace.
"But don't seem like you love money too much. Soon, after your efforts are recognized before the Emperor, you will become truly rich."
“Dyaren loves money...”
“Well, that's true.”
“If you give Deyaren so much money...”
Dearyn stopped talking and began to listen to Sirius' murmur.
“If I gave you a lot of money... would you love me?”
“…”
There was no need to hit him to regain consciousness, because money wasn't everything.
No matter how much Deyarin loved money, it could not control her feelings.
Love is not something that can be controlled with effort alone.
Dearyn stroked Sirius' hair and felt bitter.
“Why!”
She was interrupted by Sirius' sudden scream, causing her to immediately take notice.
"What…?"
"Why! Why don't you love me?!"
"What?"
I felt like the situation was getting weird.
“Why…why don’t you love me, Diarren?”
“…”
“Darren... Diarren... Darren!”
“…”
"I love you! I love you! I love you!"
“Enough, you're annoying!”
Dearyn, who couldn't take it anymore, hit Sirius hard on the back of the head.
The beating was serious enough to be heard.
In his normal state, Sirius would hardly have felt it. But in his state, even a simple touch was enough to bring him down.
After the blow, Sirius collapsed and whispered softly:
“Darren... I love you...”
Even with his wavering consciousness, Sirius had not given up on love for Dearyn. But in the end, his stamina seemed to have reached its limit, and he quickly closed his eyes and fainted.
“…Huh.”
Dearyn, who was still curled around Sirius, stared tiredly at the ceiling.
“That damned dog, I will never let him drink alcohol again.”
He did everything possible.
—
The next afternoon, a servant knocked on the room door.
At that time, Sirius had already recovered from his hangover and was in the middle of training.
The training was a reprimanding session from Dyaren, to reinforce mental discipline by reprimanding him for what he did under the influence of alcohol.
In other words, Sirius was being severely reprimanded for what had happened.
The servant observed Sirius, who seemed distressed by the rebuke, and cautiously conveyed the purpose of his visit:
“Have you recovered from your hangover?”
Dearyn stared at Sirius with a sharp look.
Sirius, who had shown reckless behavior while under the influence of alcohol, regained consciousness surprisingly quickly.
It seems that his ability to detox also applies to alcohol, as he showed no significant effects of hangover after he got sober.
This allowed Deyarin to enjoy the opportunity to reprimand him.
“Yes, he seems to be fine now... What is the purpose of the visit?”
“Mr. Holian asks if you would be interested in seeing an opera this evening.”
“Oprah?”
Opera tickets are not something that can be obtained easily.
Luxury box seats are usually reserved through connections and money, while the rest of the tickets are sold on a first-come, first-served basis, with servants often the quickest to get them thanks to their wealth.
Opera served as a social arena for the nobility, where the number of times attended or the quality of seats reserved was boasted.
Derain had never visited an opera theater, nor had she even been close to its surroundings.
It was a very strange world to her.
“Due to his intoxication, it seems that Mr. Hulian will not be able to attend, but he has reserved a seat in the box. So if you two are interested, he is willing to transfer the reservation to you.”
“Ah…”
Even Holian, who was part of the drunken gathering, ended up succumbing to alcohol.
Everyone was so drunk, half of them could barely make it home.
Even Hulian, who had been drinking to the end, couldn't resist.
Hema: I forgot who Hulian was, if the prince of the defeated country, if the woman who lost my memory was bad
Thus, Deyaren got the opportunity to benefit from a seat in the Bucs.
“...How much does transportation cost?”
Dearyn began to doubt whether this was an honest offer or just an attempt to recoup the money Sirius had earned.
“Transportation is free.”
“We'll go!”
Sometimes, good opportunities come all at once.
Without any effort, the opportunity fell into her hands.
“Okay, I’ll pass that on to Mr. Hulian. You two can go to the theater at seven o’clock in the evening.”
As soon as the servant left, Dearyn jumped up excitedly.
Opera!
This was the real beginning of aristocratic life.
An opportunity to connect with true nobility at a luxurious and distinguished event.
Deyarin felt excited and decided that she would not miss this opportunity.
“Sirius, this time, it’s real.”
"TRUE?"
“Yes, drinking gatherings are not what nobles do! Elegant and luxurious events, such as attending the opera, are what reflect the real life of nobles!”
—
Since the Imperial Palace had the best facilities, having an opera theater inside it was expected.
The theater was a lavish building befitting the status of an empire.
“Waaaaw…”
Deyarin was amazed by the beauty of the building, as it exceeded her expectations.
The ceiling was decorated with sparkling chandeliers that looked like hanging stars.
The walls and columns were covered with delicate decorations, and every corner exuded luxury.
Even those attending were very elegant.
“Are we in a battle for brilliance?”
Everyone present seemed to be competing for the most glamorous outfits and jewelry.
But Sirius was different.
Although his clothes were not overly ornate, he displayed a unique appeal, making him stand out among the crowd.
“That's right, my dog is the star here.”
Dearyn smiled proudly as she looked at Sirius.
But…
Sirius wasn't looking at her.
Instead, his focus was on a group of women who were laughing and twirling their feather fans.
One of the women, when her eyes met Sirius's, smiled softly at him.
“Oh…”
Dearyn felt strangely uncomfortable.
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