Chester staggered and fell to the floor, holding his hands over his forehead.
"My head hurts," Chester groaned.
Elian immediately fell to his knees and placed his hand on Chester's shoulder. "You're alright, Mr. Chester. I think you had a lot of wine to drink," he said, trying to help Chester up.
"Ugh, damn it—" Chester chuckled, "I always get myself drunk whenever I'm here. Forgive my rash behavior," he murmured, pulling himself to his feet and helping Elian up.
"Fuck—this is your strongest, Lucien." Chester lowered himself onto the sofa, massaging his temple.
Lucien had been quiet the whole time, looking like he'd seen a ghost. He watched the whole scene and he concluded that Elian was some evil sorcerer. If not, how does one command another in one second and in the next they forget the entire thing?
