The D-Rank Guild Master of the No. 1 Guild

“Still, it looks good, doesn’t it, Akata?”

As the alcohol started to take effect, my mind felt a bit hazy and light. Naturally, my arm draped over Akata’s shoulder.

For outsiders like me and Kanel, this scene might be considered humorous.

And with Unahar and Lilith, the top male and female characters in terms of looks, joking and laughing among the crowd, it would make for good viewing for the audience.

I should definitely watch the other guilds’ videos later, even just for fun.

Personally, I’m curious if Aleon can handle his liquor.

As for Shemarin, I hope it doesn’t turn into something R-rated. She’d probably keep it clean out of loyalty to Jail after that headhunting event kiss.

“But Akata, what are you drinking?”

“Sweet juice,” the boy replied calmly, not batting an eye.

However, his speech was slightly slurred, and his brown eyes seemed more unfocused than usual. Moreover, his usually fair skin and neck were flushed red.

I hastily grabbed Akata’s cup and checked the contents, horrified.

“This is alcohol! It’s apricot wine!”

“Is it…?”

“What do you mean ‘is it’?”

I’ve encountered all sorts of sudden incidents in the game, but I’ve never been this flustered.

Akata kept swaying as if dizzy, then suddenly collapsed towards me.

I know his body is technically 21, but this isn’t okay right now!

Will this get flagged? Will the video be disqualified? It was an accident!

I scanned the table covered with snacks and spotted some hangover remedies.

“Take this to sober up!”

Akata’s face twisted in disgust as he swallowed the syrup.

“It tastes awful.”

“Drink it anyway!”

“I don’t wanna…”

“Stop acting drunk!”

I forced him to drink it and let him lean on my shoulder.

Meanwhile, the mafia game continued diligently.

“It’s morning. Everyone, please get up!”

Nahean looked like a recreation MC. He’s too young to even drink.

After that, I watched all sorts of wholesome drinking games. It was hard to believe such games existed in reality…

“Ugh, I’m too tired to keep going.”

“Just one more game!”

“Let’s play malttuk-bakgi!”

“You should’ve suggested that before we got tired!”

“…Then why are you getting up?”

“Hurry up! Choose teams! Who wants to be on my team?”

Are they all crazy?

We only needed to film for 30 minutes, but it’s already been two hours. Who’s going to watch this for two hours?

‘…The real-world admins will probably edit it down to a 30-minute video.’

Lilith had already tired herself out and Gio had taken her to her private room.

Many others had also fallen victim to the grueling games, as harsh as any battle, leaving only a handful of survivors to continue this hellish MT.

Despite being slightly tipsy, my mind was still clear, so I was among the survivors. Kanel, with his liver of steel, was also still standing.

And Unahar…

“Why is Akata leaning on you? If he’s sleepy, tell him to go back and sleep,” Unahar, his face a bit flushed, drained his glass in one gulp, then set it down with a sharp gaze in my direction.

His tone was quite sharp. Is he drunk?

“Akata accidentally drank alcohol. I’m watching him until he sobers up. It’s dangerous if he goes back alone.”

“…I understand.”

Unahar seemed to accept this, though his expression remained sullen.

It seemed like everyone was quite drunk. I wished the drinking party would wrap up soon.

But completely oblivious to my thoughts, our outgoing subordinates’ group leader stood up and shouted loudly.

“Survivors! Let’s play one last game, just one more!”

Nahean… please, stop…

“Our captain is really energetic.”

“Then let’s play a game where we don’t have to move. Just one last round.”

The brown-haired boy thought for a moment.

“Hmm… how about this? I’ll throw a paper airplane, and whoever it hits or lands closest to has to do a penalty!”

“But then Captain Nahean won’t get caught.”

“Oh, you got me! Haha, then let’s ask Instructor Kanel to throw it!”

Kanel raised an eyebrow, looking displeased. But he couldn’t resist Nahean’s smiling eyes.

Kanel set down his bottle and folded a paper airplane with perfect precision.

“I’m going to throw it now.”

“Wait, Captain. What’s the penalty?”

“Here’s the penalty jar!”

Nahean pulled out a container, like a lottery box, from somewhere.

He had been looking forward to this and prepared it before the drinking started?

…If we had decided to disband instead of playing this game, it would have been a disaster.

Kanel threw the airplane. It twirled around the spacious quarters and landed on someone’s head.

“Pick a penalty!”

[Give the Guild Leader a massage]

Huh? Why me?

Haha, Nahean must have written some strange penalties.

As I received a somewhat forced shoulder massage from a subordinate, Kanel launched the second airplane.

[Act cute for the Guild Leader]

Alright, it’s weird that it’s me again, but I can accept some cuteness.

[Give the Guild Leader a piggyback ride around the living room]

[Receive a drink from the Guild Leader]

[Braid the Guild Leader’s hair]

Wait a minute, why am I always the target?

[Wash the Guild Leader’s feet]

“No way!”

I had already been given a piggyback ride by a subordinate, shared about three drinks, and had my hair neatly braided before I finally yelled.

Everyone burst into laughter.

‘I’ve raised a bunch of troublemakers…’

Another paper airplane was descending.

Snatch.

“Huh? Unahar! No catching on purpose!”

“Oh, I just reached out and there it was,” Unahar joked, grinning at me the next moment.

A chill ran down my spine as he smirked, and I was left speechless. He confidently walked to the penalty jar and pulled out a slip of paper.

Please, nothing weird!

[Pluck a hair from the Guild Leader]

Phew… I unknowingly sighed in relief.

Unahar walked over to me with a calm expression. To avoid causing me pain, he used a bottle opener to snap a hair in the middle and took it back.

I saw his status window as he turned away.

[Emotional State: Regret]

Please, let this paper airplane game end soon.

[Feed the Guild Leader a snack]

Enough, you rascals.

Finally, my glare at Nahean for five minutes straight seemed to have an effect. Feeling guilty, he finally shouted,

“This time, it’s really the last one! …Instructor.”

Kanel’s airplane glided smoothly through the air, weaving between people.

Thud.

It hit the shoulder of the dozing boy and fell.

It was Akata.

Even though I was right next to him and couldn’t stop it, I grimaced in frustration.

Why Akata? I should have grabbed it! Wait, if it had hit me, would I have to carry out the penalty on myself?

“Uh…?”

The remaining party survivors, who had been eagerly anticipating the last penalty, looked disappointedly at our guild’s pretty but silent boy.

“Will the youngest participate in the game…?”

“Has anyone ever heard Akata say anything?”

This was my chance. I leaned in and whispered to Akata.

“Akata, pretend to be asleep a bit longer. Let’s end this party.”

Maybe it was because I was a bit tipsy, but as I whispered, some of my breath tickled Akata’s ear.

Startled, Akata woke up suddenly. Still not fully sober from the accidental drinking, he blinked his bleary eyes and looked around.

“Oh, you’re awake? Akata! You got hit by the paper airplane, so you need to draw a penalty!”

“No exceptions for the youngest!”

“No skipping!”

“The penalty involves doing something for the Guild Leader! Hurry and draw a slip!”

Akata, who had been idly kicking his feet, tilted his head slightly at the last outcry. His eyes seemed to clear a bit.

Was it because they mentioned me?

Soon, the boy slowly stood up.

“Where are you going? Just go back to sleep, like I said.”

I wasn’t sure if Akata was aware of the cheers from the others, but he started dragging his feet toward the penalty jar.

No… Akata. Why are you suddenly listening to everyone so obediently?

“Try responding more earnestly to the people around you.”

Why did he choose now to follow my old advice so diligently?

Ignoring my feelings, Akata drew a slip of paper with his pale hand.

[Confess a mistake you made to the Guild Leader]

Oh? This is actually good.

I can easily handle this.

I sidled up to Akata and peeked at the slip before snatching it.

Holding it up for everyone to see, I confidently announced,

“Akata doesn’t have any mistakes to confess. He’s never done anything wrong to me. So, he passes the penalty!”

“Hmm…”

Nahean stroked his chin, looking like he was deciding whether to believe me or not. He then walked over.

“Akata, what do you think? Can you look me in the eye and say you’ve never made a mistake with the Guild Leader?”

Nahean bent down to match Akata’s eye level, questioning him intently.

In that moment, I slightly regretted making Nahean Akata’s first friend.

There was about a 40% chance Akata would respond to Nahean’s question…

‘But Akata, you haven’t done anything wrong to me, right? Even if you’re still a bit tipsy, there’s no mistake…’

“…There was one mistake. Between the third and fourth rounds. I was a bit unwell after my awakening.”

I was taken aback. Akata began speaking earnestly.

His voice was soft, but the whole room fell silent, amplifying his clear tone across the spacious living room.

“I asked Rudel to stay with me through the night because I wasn’t feeling well.”

Wait, he’s announcing that publicly?

“But in my sleep, I accidentally pulled Rudel towards me. We almost ended up kissing.”