After clinking their cups for victory in the upcoming war, the four met again after the sun set. The same number of people filled Zich’s room like before but what filled their cups this time was alcohol instead of tea.

“Kuuuh!” Zich exclaimed as the alcohol passing through his throat sent jitters across his skin. The slight fatigue he felt from his stay in Yuras seemed to completely wash away with the drink. Indeed, a good drink after finishing a day of work was one of the greatest pleasures life could offer. Even a potion that woke him right before dying wouldn’t be able to bring about a sensation like this one.

“As expected, alcohol belonging to a famous noble sure is different,” Walwiss said while licking the remaining alcohol on his lips. Even though he must have been treated to exquisite meals and drinks as the master of the magical tower, it seemed like Count Steelwall’s drink pleased Walwiss very much.

“Uhh, this is tasty for you all?” In comparison, Leona shuddered after taking a sip from her glass. “It’s not even sweet, only bitter.”

“Elves only drink fruit wine, right?” Zich asked. Fruit wines tended to have low alcohol content and were very sweet by nature....