The past few months were a series of farewells.
My childhood friend went missing, the junior I cherished left, and my fiancée headed to the Great Forest with my master.
Moreover, hadn’t my beloved wife also bid me farewell?
It was a week before the relic discovered in House Haster’s gold mine arrived.
It was during that time when the Saintess, who had been secluded in the temple for a while, came to my room.
I was just about to take out cheap whiskey from the cupboard and fill a glass, but I had no choice but to freeze in place awkwardly. I had been repeating excessive drinking lately anyway.
Naturally, there was no way the Saintess, who had been living a life almost like hibernation, would look kindly upon this. In a situation where my body hadn’t even fully recovered, what was I doing? She even went so far as to desperately plead with me to reduce my drinking, but my alcohol consumption didn’t stop.
Because alcohol…