"How could this happen?!" the red-haired man spat, venom dripping off his tongue as he brought the comically sized pint glass to his lips. Ichiji felt rather sorry for himself after failing his latest mission and was berated by his father. Not wanting to face anyone else in his family, he found himself in a forgotten corner of the castle.

He would've let out his frustration in another way if they were anywhere close to an island. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he noticed the pint was empty. Getting up, he went to retrieve more beer to drink, despite seeing the world through a drunken lens. With his senses dulled, he didn't hear your shrill voice yelling for him to stop as he opened the door to the caste's storage.

Feeling something grab his arm, he quickly shoved it off, "Go bother someone else. I'm not in the mood." Ichiji hissed as he tried to locate the beer. Just how much had he had that it was affecting him this much?