Viscount lady - Chapter 6
Maybe they put rum in the Fritule. I didn’t even think they would. I thought only chocolate would be added, but I wondered what kind of rum the cook put on it.
‘What do we do?’
I felt more and more drunkenness creeping in. In the case of adding alcohol, even strong alcohol, in the original dessert, the drunkenness rises weakly at first, but as time passes, the intoxication becomes stronger. This is because alcohol is later absorbed into the body. Also, alcohol absorbed with sugar tends to become more poisonous.
‘My face is hot.’
Ingrid’s ears were hot and her face was burning.
‘I wish I could go back soon.’
Ingrid works on the couch, thinking about going home before making a bigger mistake.
It was time to sober up. “Hey!” Her legs loosened and she sat down again.
‘What should I do? I can’t…….
It was then that she heard someone. “Do you need any help?”
‘Who, who?’ Ingrid hit the man who approached her.
Of course, the other party wore a mask. ‘The clown mask…’
The man wore a clown mask, but the only thing I can tell was how tall he was and that he was big and had a ring on his finger. Of course I didn’t know who he was. “If you need help, just tell me.”
“Hey, just bring me to the carriage…”
Okay. You have to go to the carriage. But I can’t walk alone. I need someone to help me. Can a man help you?
‘Is it okay if I get help? I’m already drunk. It’s better than making a fuss….
Of course, Ingrid’s drinking habits are bad. I don’t know, but I still don’t know what people do, isn’t it in the saying “If you give me a little support . . . my tongue begins to twist.
I had to escape before I got more drunk.
“Is that so?” The clown masked man grabbed Ingrid’s arm and supported her. In fact, supported by a man, and staggering through the hall, people’s gazes were focused on them. But this clown masked man was so caring that they didn’t go through the hall.
They made their way from the drawing room, walking straight down the hallway and down the spiral external staircase on the opposite side of the hall to the garden.
Relying on his arm to descend the spiral staircase, Ingrid somehow admired this person. He’s also pretty strong, so while Ingrid was supported by him, Ingrid will not have a hard time walking.
The horse was walking on its own legs, but in fact, its feet were almost floating in the air. ‘I need to know who you are, then a thank you later would do… No. Wouldn’t it be better not to know? Does it look like this…? Are you drunk? My mind wandered. The desire to find out who they are and return to them later, and the desire to run away without revealing who the true identity is…
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