# Chapter 116
Eutostea gazed at Ares and inquired, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he replied.
"You don't seem fine," she remarked.
"I appear not fine because my beard has grown," Ares stated while rubbing his thickly bearded chin.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" Eutostea asked.
"I can hold my drink. Don't worry, Eutostea," Ares responded while massaging his neck. He looked tired and sunken in the face as if sleeping in a crouched position had caused him trouble.
Eutostea thought he was more vulnerable to alcohol than he realized.
Look at Hades. He returned without any hangover, unlike Ares, who emitted a faint smell of alcohol and had droopy eyes.
"Alright. If you say so, Ares, you might be fine," Eutostea said.
