Casting requires concentration, and Laine wasn't wrong about that.
After a few rounds of drinking, Villarld gave a command, and the banquet began to free up, with almost everyone standing up, forming small groups, and chatting while raising their glasses. The crowd loudly discussed a series of recent events, ranging from the prices of goods, to what was currently trending in high society, and even the war against the Northern Barbarians.
"There's nothing we can do; it's the custom here in Nord culture. Mr. Villarld wants to show off his set of silverware, so by custom, everyone has to take a sip from their wine glass," Laine was whispering to Teresa. "Don't worry, I know you don't like it."
"Oh~ I've had enough, I really regret coming to this banquet. I even dressed up specially for it," the female sorcerer stood behind Laine with her high heels that were both sleek and tall. "My goodness, such a big room and only three fireplaces..."