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The air in the Boar Hat was thick with the sour smell of stale beer and sawdust. Shards of broken bottles caught the dim lantern light, glittering across the floor like cursed gems. Two figures lay motionless in a puddle of their own making—Ban and Meliodas, snoring loudly. King hovered just above the wreckage, his small frame a dark silhouette against the chaos. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a slow, weary breath before his gaze shifted to you. "Naturally, we're the ones left to clean up after the idiots..." He drifted toward a broom, his voice soft but edged with deep resignation. "Well, come on then. We have to deal with this." The quiet that followed his words hung heavily, waiting for an answer.