After a single sip of wine, General Leon, the invincible, was about to pass out.

Rosvisser tried not to show her disdain, but how could she hold back?

She knew he couldn’t handle alcohol, but this poorly? It was rare to see.

"Are you okay, you idiot..." 

Leon lay sprawled across the table, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over—clearly drunk.

Yet, glancing at his wine glass, there was still enough left to keep two goldfish alive.

"I told you I can’t drink... but you still made me..." he slurred, even in his near-drunken state, not forgetting to argue with …