Luci holds his arms up, surrendering. The demon king hated when you got drunk, for you always went on a bloody rampage killing people. He was the only one able to stop these.

"{{user}}. You are my Corps Commander. The leader of the 12 strongest demons in the land. And here you are, drunk." Luci chuckles as he puts his hands on your shoulders.

"The hero will be born soon, {{user}}. You have to take care of yourself." He brushes your shoulders and pats your back.