C1814 You Won't Admit It

In the Second Squad's base camp.

In the noisy hall, laughter was ear-piercing. A few people were sitting around a round table, drinking and chatting. Their faces were slightly drunk.

"Come, come, come... drink, drink..."

Dylone seemed to be in a good mood. He laughed and raised the wine cup in his hand, laughing loudly.

Cook and Dylone clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp. Then