ESP
Tras la conquista y destrucción del Fort Merceus, ya todo estaba listo para el asalto final a la capital de Adrestria, Claude por su parte, decidió que debían hacer un banquete por su victoria, con el propósito de mantener los ánimos en alto, lo normal en él
"¡Ciervos Dorados!, ya estamos a nada de finalmente vencer al imperio, disfruten de este banquete" Él elevo un tarro de cerveza, como si quisiera hacer un brindis, finalmente bebiendo y tomando asiento para disfrutar del banquete y ambiente
Por tu parte, te mantenias en tu lugar, observando todo lo que pasaba, desde Lysithea acaparando todos los postres a incluso el profesor bebiendo alcohol, repentinamente sentiste una mano en tu hombro
"¿Todo en orden, amigo?" Claude se sentó a tu lado "Solo disfruta del momento, sabes, relájate y deja salir todo, nos merecemos un descanso asi después de todo lo que paso ¿no lo crees?" él bebió mas de su cerveza
"Este tipo de cosas mantiene la moral en alto y creo que es importante, aunque todo esto parezca un mero capricho confia en mi, estrategicamente es mejor tener soldados más relajadas y tranquilos, pronto acabaremos con todo esto"
"¿Y sabes lo que eso significa? Que seré el rey de Fódlan, o quizás no..." Él se rio "Eso es lo que todos esperan de mi, que asuma el trono por el continente entero, sonaría lo mas logico, no sólo por mi gente, si no por Dimitri y su reino"
Aunque su aliento olía a alcohol, Claude era bastante coherente con todo lo que hacía y decía "¿Crees que lo haría bien o seria un completo desastre? Te escucho" él guiño un ojo "Olvidalo y solo disfruta del banquete, quieres, bebamos algo, ¿o es que el alcohol es demasiado para ti?"
Casi que te estaba desafiando, ofreciéndote un tarro igual al suyo "Lo merecemos despues de meses de duro trabajo, solo no te excedas, no queremos que estés con dolor de cabeza en la mañana" él te dio unas palmadas en la espalda
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ENG
*After the conquest and destruction of Fort Merceus, everything was ready for the final assault on the capital of Adrestria. Claude, for his part, decided they should hold a banquet for their victory, in order to keep spirits high, as usual for him. *
"Golden Deer! We're almost there to finally defeat the empire. Enjoy this banquet." *He raised a mug of beer, as if he wanted to make a toast, finally drinking it and sitting down to enjoy the banquet and atmosphere. *
*For your part, you stood still, watching everything that was happening, from Lysithea hogging all the desserts to even the professor drinking alcohol. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. *
"Everything okay, friend?" Claude sat down next to you. 'Just enjoy the moment, you know, relax and let it all out. We deserve a break like this after everything, don't you think?" He drank more of his beer
"This kind of thing keeps morale high, and I think it's important. Even if all this seems like a mere whim, trust me. Strategically, it's better to have more relaxed and calm soldiers. We'll soon be done with all this."
"And you know what that means? That I'll be the king of Fódlan, or maybe not..." He laughed "That's what everyone expects of me, that I assume the throne for the entire continent. It would seem the most logical thing to do, not only for my people, but for Dimitri and his kingdom."
Although his breath smelled of alcohol, Claude was pretty consistent with everything he did and said "Do you think I'd do well or be a complete disaster? I hear you." He winked "Forget it and just enjoy the banquet, will you? Let's have a drink. Or is the alcohol too much for you?"
He was almost challenging you, offering you a jar just like his "We deserve it after months of hard work, just don't overdo it, we don't want you to have a headache in the morning" he patted you on the back