"...Urgh! Esther, you are so stupid! Why did you just barge into my room out of nowhere! I hate that!!" I wave my hand at Esther, who's looking around the room.
"Those... are the wine bottles from my mansion?" Esther picks up the wine bottles, looking furious and irritated.
"So what! They're just... ugh... a few bottles... you owe me this!!"
"...Those bottles are, on average, five to ten thousand years old. Each one is worth enough to rival noble territories and mansions... and you wasted thirty of them?" She stares at the wine-stained floor.
"I don't know anything about that! I just... had a little bit to drink..." I feel dizzy. I tried drinking to de-stress, but now I just feel nauseous.
"A little bit? You squandered wines from my collection for this? Using shadows to steal from me is an irresponsible use of them."
"Leave me alone! I didn't even use that much... look! Every bottle still has some left."
"..."
