Chapter 930: The Limits of Pressure
A petite figure, dressed in a slim, black mage’s robe with a comically oversized hat drooping well past her head, sat quietly at a pub downing her drink.
Despite her small stature, which made her appear far too young to be drinking, the depth in her uncovered eye carried a weight that far surpassed that of most adults.
Gulp… Gulp…
"Hey, missy. Everyone else is gone. How much longer are you planning to drink?" asked the old bartender.
"Mind your own business."
"Huh… Well, I’ll keep serving since you’ve paid, but I’ve never seen a young woman drink as much as you in all my life.”
"I don’t get drunk."
"Eh?"
The old man paused, looking at her more closely. She tilted her head back, chugging her beer with the calm expression of someone who had lived far too long.