Chapter 45 My Voluntary Commitment

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"Why is it that only I get drinks and milk! Yours are all alcohol!" Bertrand threw a tantrum on the sofa.

“Heh,” Gin sneered, “of course, it’s because minors can’t drink alcohol.”

Bertrand, who was making a ruckus, suddenly stopped. He lay face down on the sofa, and the next second, he let out a loud "whoosh."

Gin and the others: ...

really.

Gin lifted him up, physically interrupting his spellcasting, and shoved a can of lemon tea into his hand. "Either lemon tea or milk, your choice."

Bertrand held the opened lemon tea, pouting and slurping it down with his head down, looking utterly dejected. But in reality, he was thinking of some wicked ideas on how to get some alcohol.

Although the last bottle didn't taste good, what if another wine tastes good?

Bertrand smacked his lips, savoring the sweet and sour taste.

As he was thinking, he suddenly looked up at Berry, who appeared calm on the surface but was actually trembling with fear. His eyes lit up, and he put down his lemon tea and started rummaging through his cat-shaped bag, pulling out... a piece of paper.

Gin, who caught a glimpse of the contents of the paper: ...

Those present who, apart from Bourbon and Berry, had all seen this piece of paper: ...

Bertrand, all smiles, ran up to Berry with a paper and pen, then handed her the paper. "Why don't you sign this too? Qin-chan and the others signed it before!"

Berry: ?

I glanced at the contents of the paper: !?

I voluntarily promise to unconditionally donate my body to Bertrand after my death.

Only this one sentence was printed on the sheet of paper.

The blank space below is filled with dense signatures.

A quick glance revealed the following individuals: Gin, Vermouth, Chianti, Curaçao, Kiel… and even Scotland, whose undercover identity was discovered, as well as Rye…

Berry: ...

Oh, this.

Vermouth rested her head on her hand, watching this scene with a smile on her face.

If they really died, their bodies might not actually be handed over to him, but...

If Bertrand wants an autograph, then just give it to him.

Feeling the gazes of others, Berry trembled as she took the pen, took a breath, and signed her code name with a death-defying resolve.

"Great!" Bertrand happily put the pen and paper away, then turned to Bourbon and handed him the pen and paper, his meaning clear.

Bourbon: ...

Upon seeing 'Scotch' in the corner, Bourbon lowered his eyelids, concealing his slightly trembling eyes, and then calmly signed his code name.

Petrancy happily put the paper and pen back into his bag, then returned to his seat to drink lemon tea and eat snacks.

The welcome party was somewhat lively, but not excessively so.

After all, they were just chatting casually, tentatively, and unrelated.

Click.

The sound of a door opening.

Everyone was instantly drawn to it.

A person wearing a black cloak and hood, whose face was obscured, appeared in everyone's sight.

Bourbon glanced around at the others and noticed that they all seemed somewhat surprised, which immediately amazed him.

There's actually someone who can surprise this group of people...?

"It's so lively." The voice, processed by the voice changer, sounded a little hoarse, but not unpleasant.

"Aste? What brings you here all of a sudden?" Chianti's voice was clearly filled with surprise.

Behringer: Of course, it was Bertrand who called him.

"Do I need to report my presence to each and every one of you?"

"Uh, no, that's not it..."