An unpleasant alcoholic scent that hadn’t been properly processed wafted through the air. The princess’s expression became even more tearful upon smelling it.
My hand consecutively filled the second glass, and just before filling the last glass.
“I, I……!”
The girl’s urgent voice stopped me.
When my hollow eyes turned toward the princess, navy blue hair cascading down like a curtain.
“Is there something… a bit sweeter……?”
Hmm, she can’t handle strong liquor.
At such a girl-like reason, I had no choice but to fall into contemplation for a moment. Was there any of the grape wine the saintess used to drink left?
No, that couldn’t be.
The saintess lost self-control whenever she drank. Naturally, it usually had to be finished off, and if not, somewhat coercive methods had to be used to stop her.
And strangely, that would ignite excitement each time.
My head, which had been groping through old memories, was soon shaken. In fact, at this point, it wasn’t feasible to cater to the girl’s tastes one…