"Was what I just heard truly a human poem from this world? Everyone seemed to question reality, their expressions as if trying to discern whether what they had witnessed was truly happening.

Their faces were blank, utterly dumbfounded.

'Instructor, is this... some kind of joke?'

'Put the drink down,' Cheong ordered, their voice sharp and devoid of humor. 'It's highly poisonous. Officer Gusanbak, put the alcohol back into its bottle and gather all the remaining cups in one place. The alcohol will be kept as evidence, and the cups, potentially dangerous, should be burned entirely.'

The poem seemed playful, but …