Calus walked toward their room with his head hung low, countless thoughts boiling inside his mind. But all of them faded the moment he opened the door.
"Brother, congratulations!"
Fre stood up excitedly, holding two giant bottles of milk in his hands. He rushed forward and hugged Calus.
"Oh, silly fool. You're celebrating with milk?" Calus said with a frown, though he still accepted one bottle.
The two sat across from each other on their beds and began talking.
They talked about many things. Fre excitedly discussed the beautiful girls at the tournament and how the Eastern Continent had secured third place, making everyone proud.
Little by little, the milk disappeared into their stomachs, and before long Fre became drunk.
Soon he was hiccuping uncontrollably before collapsing onto his bed.
Calus helped him lie down properly before walking over to his own bed.
He lay down with his hands behind his head, and all the thoughts he had been suppressing suddenly flooded back.
