Hera's Offer for the Night

It was when the festival was drawing to a close.

“Hera, I’m leaving now…?”

Franz, having emptied his last cup, abruptly stood up.

Hera, startled, grabbed his wrist.

“You seem quite drunk. How about staying the night? We have a spare bed at my house, so you might as well sleep there.”

Franz was, quite literally, completely drunk. He could barely keep himself upright, and his cheeks were flushed. Anyone could see he was far from sober.

If he were to go back in this state and something happened, it would be a disaster, so Hera couldn't bring herself to send him away.

But Franz didn't understand her concern.

“…It’s fine. Sleep? What sleep…? One Teleport and I’ll be at the Magic Tower…”

“What if you make a mistake while teleporting? I know you’re amazing, but you’re very drunk, so there’s no telling what might happen.”...