The group chatted and drank until late into the night.
That day, Neil didn't receive a single beast corpse.
But he wasn't troubled by it. In this prison, he was their only and best option, and all of them had gone to hunt.
Despite his high tolerance against poison, Neil was a bit tipsy after drinking for the first time.
The wine they purchased was of very high quality and made for powerful lords.
He returned to his room and again, Ileana made up some random excuse to find her way into his bed.
…
It wasn't late in the morning when Neil finally woke up.
He felt warmth and softness pressing against his body, it was a comfortable feeling.
But the headache and the slight discomfort in his belly took all the comfort away.
'Ugh, hangovers are really annoying, I should hold back on drinking.' He thought, rubbing his eyes open.
He was instantly greeted by the beautiful sight of Ileana's face, her voluptuous body pressed against his.
