It turned out Rhea wasn't lying-she truly couldn't handle alcohol. After only a few sips of soju, she was already drunk.

Meanwhile, Dion, despite finishing an entire bottle, still had his senses fairly intact. In contrast, Rhea was swaying and starting to babble incoherently.

"The stars are so beautiful. Dion, get me one of those stars up there," Rhea mumbled while pointing to the sky with her index finger.

Dion let out a sigh. "How am I supposed to get you a star? I can't fly."

Rhea waved ...