Treatment (3)

“I think I’ll just leave.”

Atlantis and everything else—I’d lost all motivation, so I said it.

The two of them went pale and started trying every possible way to persuade me.

Well, it wasn’t like I actually planned on leaving.

After listening to their nonsense and pointless rambling for quite a while, I smiled wryly and shook my head.

“Anyway, how did you manage to drink? Dionysus’s wine is supposed to cause madness.”

“I brewed a new batch. Without adding my blood!”

“...That’s some serious dedication.”

If they’d gone to the trouble of brewing a whole new batch just so they could drink, I had to give them credit.

If they’d put that much effort into the war, they would’ve won by now...