One person sits at the counter of the tavern drinking ale.
There is no sign of Sylvia's family next door.
When I drink outside, I'm basically alone.
Because...
"Oh, you look like you're still drinking today."
Mr. Blades came to sit in the seat next to his right.
"There's Noon too."
Mr. Grey sat next to me on the left.
This is a liquor store, so you can't complain about sitting in an empty seat.
"So, how many drinks are we having today?
"... third cup"
I answer as I stray from my gaze from Mr. Blaze, whom I have heard.
"Sounds like we're not getting any booze going for it."
"If you're an adventurer, you have to drink as much as this."
I smile niggly as I look at the glass of ale in my hand.
Damn, that's why I don't like drinking with people I know.
"I'd like to drink like water if I could, too, and try to get drunk and tense up."
But I couldn't get drunk no matter how much I drank.
My head hurts. I feel nauseous.
Because of this, I couldn't drink more than three glasses.
"Still, it's better than the first one."
The first time I had a drink was when I had a drink at the tavern celebrating the completion of a request I had made with the Blades.
In this country, when adults are allowed to drink alcohol, they are seen as adults at the age of fifteen. I was following the rules in discipline while I watched my parents drink. I had my first drink in my life.
As a result, I was to run into the bathroom with just one drink.
... that was miserable.
Afterwards, I got used to drinking and I managed to stand it until the third cup.
"My face is bright blue. It's not time to stop."
Michela, who serves in the tavern, tells me to stop swallowing.
But we can't stop here.
"It's important to get used to everything. Today's the fourth drink I'll give you."
I drank out my third ale.
"Master, please ale"
"This is the one who diluted it."
Drink the ale received from the master with the little one.
For me, this is the limit already.
"That's not a good way to drink it."
Mr. Grey, who asked for a higher number of drinks than the ale I asked for, is taking a sip.
That look looks delicious.
I know, I know.
My biological father was a drinker at dinner when he came home from work. My mother was also hanging out with my father and having dinner with a fine face. My brother sometimes, but I've seen him drinking.
I'm the only one in the adult family who can't drink.
There are conditions under which I can be a Labyrinth Master (Dungeon Master), and I'm starting to wonder if I really have blood connections with my family.
"You drink so much, you get sick."
The master pickled me out.
It does calm my stomach.
"Nevertheless, I also have trouble getting drunk when I'm drinking with my seniors."
Me, only one of whom is going down in tension, despite all the adventurers finishing the request.
I want to at least be able to drink with you.
"Man, you had a weakness in the unexpected, even though you're such a strong adventurer."
Mr. Blaze was asking for the same ale as me to drink slowly.
Unlike Mr. Gray, who wants to order a lot of tight liquor, Mr. Blaze is someone who wants to take his time enjoying the atmosphere on the spot.
"Is she that strong?
"Yeah, we haven't worked together in a long time, but it was more than I imagined,"
"You said you defeated a thousand demons by yourself before."
"It's more awesome in terms of impact, but he was shattering the golem we were struggling with for six."
"That's amazing."
The master understood quite a bit about the difficulty of dealing with 1,000 demons or shattering the golem just because he had been dealing with adventurers in a liquor store for years.
It's just that I'm in such an incredible condition to believe Mr. Blaze's words because Mr. Blaze is someone who does me good and doesn't look strong from what I look like.
There are several adventurers who look inside the tavern and look strong.
In fact, some A-rank adventurers are higher than me, and I have a proven track record of just being called a veteran.
Such is the case. They have disappointed bodies if they are avant-garde, and they can see that amateurs are trained even when they look at them.
Conversely, if you're a rear guard wizard, you're wearing a robe with a cane, which makes you look smart.
But I don't apply to either of them.
The body is not muscle-building, it is not the robe that wears it, but a black coat that is easy to move.
"Well, you shouldn't judge an adventurer by his appearance."
That's what I say and start polishing the cup.
The inside of the tavern is still noisy surrounded by hustle and bustle.
"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?
"With Sylvia and the others, did you already do it?
"What are you talking about?
Tease appropriately.
"You've already done something about reacting like that. Because of this, I thought I'd teach a woman next to booze in the near future."
"Hey, what..."
Even though I know I shouldn't react like this, I have a blunt ability to think because of alcohol.
"When I asked you out before, you blushed and ran away. Now I'm calm without blushing, maybe because I'm drunk."
"I see."
Mr. Gray is also nodding at Mr. Blaze's point.
But I remember being invited not long before I met Sylvia. At that time, I was allowed to go home first with various reasons.
"I'm just curious who's destiny?
"Nothing. They're... they're buddies."
Danger. I almost called it a family member.
"Shit, you're doing it with everyone."
Mr. Blaze is drinking up all the liquor he had left at once and asking the master to replace him.
As far as I'm concerned, the three families see themselves as companions, not girlfriends.
But I'm sure I prefer it as a woman, and I don't have a problem saying that because I do what I do.
"So, can I leave my loved one, who's a good cook, at home and have a drink in a place like this?"
"I'm sorry about this place."
"For once, I'm here to tell Sylvia that she doesn't need dinner before she drinks. Sometimes I want to be alone and have a drink."
I'm going on a little vacation I gave Sylvia.
If I'm in the mansion, you're gonna make my care a priority, so if you're gonna give me a break, you better not be in the mansion.
Melissa is home to her parents, and Ira was gone at some point.
"Nevertheless, it's also a bad idea not to go home forever, so I'm going to go home if I have the fourth drink I'm drinking right now"
"You were still drinking."
I was able to drink about half of it thanks to my little one even while I was talking.
Come on, let's drink up for a new record.
"Dude, since when do we even serve booze to kids here?
When I saw the voice, an unrecognizable adventurer looked at me close to the entrance to the store.