Not a drop was wasted. The whole glass of wine landed right in Benedict’s face.

After slamming the empty glass on the table with a sharp sound, I glared at him and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you’re someone important just because you surround yourself with a few sycophants? Hmph... they’re just flies buzzing around dung!”

Benedict’s face was covered in wine, and he choked on the spicy sting. He quickly wiped his face, then slammed the table, pointing at me, "Y-You little bitc