Sirone and Bischoff sat face-to-face at a bar 200 meters away from Maya�s hotel.

�How much do you drink?��With meat snacks cut into appropriate sizes in front of him, Bischoff poured a drink into his own glass.

�I don�t drink much.�

If we were talking about the limits of what the mind could endure, Sirone�s drinking capacity would be infinite.

�okay.�

When Bischoff raised his glass with a bitter smile, Sirone toasted with both hands.

Looking down at the glass, Sirone said.

�Holy Head, Gai�s job���

�There is no need for that.�

We met up for a drink just to get some comfort

it wasn�t anything

�How is it?�I mean Guy�disappointing

I hope it�s not at the level of luck, but I wanted to know how far the eldest son of the Ogent family had gone against the Infinite Wizard.

�It was strong.�

Sirone was able to assert.

�There was not an inch of hesitation in perpetuating one�s convictions in spirit as well as sword skills.�

�okay.�

Bischoff recalled Guy.

�Wrong, Sirone.�Guy was weak.�So he died.��Sirone took a sip of his drink without saying a word.

�Fight and win, survive, if only that is strong, there is no strong person in the world.�humans are weak�He will die even if he is struck by lightning.�

�It must have been a mistake.�Everyone makes mistakes.�

�There is no room for excuses.�If he was really strong, he wouldn�t be obsessed with visible strength.�He was eaten by fear.�He lost to both you and Rihanna.�

Bischoff looked out the window.

�����There must have been something he had to shoulder as the eldest son of the Ogent family.�It seems that the load was heavier than expected.�My responsibility is great.�

He couldn�t see his face because he turned his head away, but Sirone thought Bischoff was crying.

The atmosphere was heavy but not hopeless, and alcohol was circulating in memory of Guy.

As the sun went down, Bischoff stood up.

�Go in first.�Reina must have a lot on her mind too.�Could you give me a day or so?�

�Yes, of course.�I will go in tomorrow.�

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