Chapter 151 It's Not The Wine That Intoxicates, But The Drinker Who Gets Himself Drunk
***edited by x10***
"Knock, knock, knock."
When Dark knocked on the door, Claire was sitting on the narrow balcony reading ‘The Vampire Diaries’.
It was a sadistic love story between a girl and a vampire that circulated during the war.
Except for the vulgar plot of falling in love with the enemy, the novel had a certain degree of academic value as it analyzed the characteristics and habits of vampires in detail from the perspective of a young girl.
She was immersed in reading and didn't hear Dark knock on the door.
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"Knock, knock, knock.”
After three more knocks.
Dark lowered his hand and sighed.
"It looks like Claire didn't release her animals tonight."
If it was someone else, they would probably think that Claire was not in the dormitory.
But Dark knew her well enough to know that Claire would normally do things like not answering the door.
If she had let the animals out, the lazy lion who liked to lie beside the door would open the door.
However, Dark had other methods.
He quickly summoned DemiDevimon and let it fly around the long corridor from outside the castle to the balcony window of the teachers' dormitory.
Sure enough, DemiDevimon saw Claire curled up on the deck chair on the balcony.
Then it raised its paw and tapped on the glass window.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Claire finally looked up.
"Isn't this Dark's familiar spirit?"
She realized something and then glanced at the door.
A meerkat appeared from the light, dashed to the door in a few quick steps, and then opened the door.
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Dark pushed the door in, patted the meerkat-chan's head, and closed the door.
The teacher's dormitory was obviously different from the student's dormitory.
Although the student dormitory was quite spacious, it only had one room, one bathroom, and one balcony.
The teacher's dormitory, on the other hand, was extravagant with three rooms and one living room.
The dormitory was very clean, with a faint fragrance.
It certainly couldn't have been cleaned by Claire.
Since the post-war period, Claire had become less diligent.
Fortunately, she had a bunch of animals to take care of her chores.
Dark glanced around briefly and then called out, "Professor? Is Professor Kate here?"
Claire opened the door from the bedroom, wearing a one-size-up baggy nightgown, revealing her smooth shoulders.
She held the book with a languid expression and had sleepy eyes.
"I'm here, yawn~" She yawned.
Dark glanced at her and put the gift he brought on the table.
Claire's eyes lit up and strode over. "It’s Fairy wine, why do you have such a thing?"
Dark looked at Claire, who had forgotten her elegance and was slightly relieved.
After all, it had been many years since the last time they met. Furthermore, Claire had been trying to adjust to her work for more than a fortnight and she did not have much contact with him. So Dark felt that their relationship had grown slightly distant.
But now it seemed that Claire was no different from the past.
With Claire acting more like how she was in his old memories, Dark's behavior became more natural as he felt more familiar with her.
He sat down on the sofa and complained: "I found it in the tavern on Traveller Street. The owner of the tavern was willing to take out this treasure thanks to the letter from Professor Lily."
"Of course, fairy wine is only sold to fairies. The fairy wine I drank last time was given to me by Peter."
Claire put ‘The Vampire Diaries’ on the table, picked up the fairy wine, and looked at it carefully.
The wine was exuding a dreamy colorful reflection under the light.
"Wait." Claire said and trotted to the kitchen to get two wine glasses.
In one smooth motion, she opened the bottle and started pouring the wine
As the wine flowed into the wine glass, a slight aroma of wine wafted out.
Fairy wine did not contain alcohol but it could confuse people’s thought processes and stir up thoughts deep inside.
It was the type of drink that would make people drunk despite not containing alcohol.
After Claire poured the wine, she sat down beside Dark casually. "Why did you suddenly think of your Aunt Claire today?"
She picked up the wine glass and glanced at the blond boy.
Dark picked up his glass of wine, observed, sniffed, and sipped.
The legendary fairy wine.
Only those who were close to fairies could taste the fragrance of the wine.
The closer the relationship was, the more fragrant the wine would be.
Dark closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while. It felt even more delicious as it entered the throat
His thoughts were disturbed, containing both sweet and bitter memories.
It was only when he opened his eyes did he realize that Claire had asked him a question. "I want to learn the refining of [Zoo]."
But Claire was just asking casually. The aroma of the wine had already blurred her mind.
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Each person was made up of countless fragments called "past".
These fragments were dyed with Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
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After finishing one glass, the fairy wine stirred the thoughts lying deeper inside her, and Claire was forced to recall the past.
The sweeter the memory, the more bitter it was when she looked back.
Only the bitter memories would be remembered clearly.
Claire paused for a moment and looked at Dark beside her.
However, she found that Dark had fallen into a trance. He was actually a little drunk.
"It seems that his relationship with that little fairy is really close." Claire continued pouring herself a glass of wine.
When Peter shared the fairy wine with her in the past, she had only tasted the sweetness of youth.
She didn't have that many complicated thoughts like what she had today.
The more complicated one’s thoughts were, the more things one had hidden in their heart, the stronger the effect of fairy wine.
The more she drank, the drunker she would get.
As she got more drunk, the thoughts hidden deeper inside would start moving.
Even the secrets that were firmly locked in the bottom of her heart might be revealed accidentally.
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She didn't know that Dark was drunker than her.
This may be something that Dark himself didn't even expect.
After all, who would've thought that he would get drunk after just one glass?
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After drinking two glasses, Claire also reached her limit.
She looked at the wine remaining at the bottom of the bottle, poured it all out, and drank it in one go.
Then her consciousness became blurry.
A strange blush appeared on her cheeks.
She looked at the blonde boy like a hungry carnivore.
The boy turned into a cat in her eyes.
She pounced at him like a lion and rolled on the thick plush carpet.
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The moon was very round.
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Dark had a dream.
In the dream, he was turned into a cat and caught between Aunt Claire and Alvette, struggling to breathe.
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4 o'clock in the morning.
A white glow appeared on the horizon.
Feeling the unprecedented suffocation, Dark suddenly opened his eyes, only to find snow-white scenery filling his vision, touching the coldness of his lips and the aroma entwining the tip of his nose; everything made his face flush.
[Lust +1]
[Lust +1]
[Lust +1]
After the triple increase, he raised his head sharply, gasping for breath.
Fortunately, he was not turned into a cat.
It seemed that Aunt Claire didn't continue to tease him when he grew up.
Dark carefully broke away from Claire's arms and found that the two had fallen asleep on the carpet.
He sat up and rubbed his dizzy head.
"I didn't expect that I couldn't even withstand one glass. It seems that I am intolerant of alcohol in this life. I should try to drink less in the future."
