192 - - The Feast of the Devil

"Can't you stand it?"

The golden eyes of the drunken man turn black, and his red hair turns black. With a sigh, his large frame shrinks to the point where he can just barely fit within human limits. Yes, I was visibly weakened.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm having a problem with my stomach emptying out."

No, there may be none, but I wonder if the seal here is for the nine tails or for the leaning country. If it is for the Nine Tails, my [leaning country] will be leaked, and if it is for the leaning country, won't it exceed the capacity of the seal?

I think that if [title] is the target of the seal of [inclination], [title] is the target. I don't understand why there is a restriction on [skill]. Is the [inclination] of the nine tails usable as a skill?　Is it possible that they have various skills such as "profession [leaning country]"? I have a lot of disturbing skills too, but I can pretend not to see them.

"I'll never get rid of it.

I haven't had that much fun in a long time.

Well, that was fun.

"It was fun."

The demons giggle.

"Oh, no wonder! Come on.

The drunkard takes me aside.

"No, sir. I can walk by myself."

Why did you carry me when you told me to come? Even if you are hungry, you can at least follow me.

He walks briskly back to his seat in front of his opponent and sets me down beside him.

"Here."

He handed me a large vermilion cup, which of course contained sake. I look at the banquet snacks with a sidelong glance. I'd like to say that I'm not a drinker, but if I don't drink this, what comes next is something I don't know what it is.

"It looks good, but don't drink it. If you eat something at night, you will not be able to go back!

A drunkard whispers in a whisper.

Does it look good?　The object that was bubbling and bubbling and bubbling and bubbling and bubbling and bubbling and bubbling and bubbling with deep green steam now looks like a fresh peach or a well-cooked plump and swollen baby ayu fish. It seems that the "Eye of Verus" has been activated unknowingly.

...... is usually the opposite, isn't it? After seeing the delicious-looking state, I was taught to take a second look at it.　Isn't this one?　As for me, I'm glad I don't fall for it.

I realized that the reason the sake-drinker had moved with me in his arms was to give the other demons no chance to call me, so I accepted the large sake cup and drank it all in one go. Thanks to my [drunkenness tolerance], I don't mind chugging it or drinking it through a straw, but it seems to burn my throat, perhaps because I'm not used to it.

"I'm not a drunkard, though."

Just in time to avoid a coughing fit, he returns the empty cup to the drinker.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's the kind of sake that gets even demons drunk.

The sake drinker looks at the small amount of sake remaining at the bottom of the cup he has received and mutters, "What kind of a drunkard are you? He fills the empty cup with sake.

"It's tactless, but I have the skill not to get drunk. --I'm sorry, but we're out of sake.

I first thought of hi-shu (fire wine), which would be a strong liquor for an ogre, but then I thought that hi-shu (beer) would not be appropriate for a wide-mouthed sake cup, so I poured rum into the cup.

I poured rum, which is a strong flavored dark rum made for sweets and cocktails. Kikuhime became a little more cheerful and licked the rum happily.

I poured a large sake cup full of the rum, thinking that the way Kikuhime drank it was probably the right way to drink it.

"Oh, it's a sake from Totsukuni, isn't it?" he asked.

It's an exotic drink.

"Smells different, doesn't it?"

It's a different color.

Which one?

He stirs the sake cup with a curious look.　

"Blast!　Gosh!　Gosh!"

"Oh, sorry. I guess I was too strong."

I had an image that he could drink strong liquor, but it seems there was a limit to it.

"...... No, I'm fine!　That's a good drink!"

A drunkard who was sobbing and yet was unnaturally cheerful. It was made as a joke, so there is only one barrel of it. I'm not sure if I should continue to make it.

The rum is made from a <, which is as thick as my thumb, a little reddish in color, and only as big as my shoulder. Unlike the image of sugar cane in the real world, it is much smaller. However, the amount of sugar that can be obtained from them belies their size, so there is plenty of room to make sake.

"Oh, it tastes good?

"The drinker says it's good."

That drinker...

"Is it good?"

"I bet it's good."

"Want a drink?　I've got something a little easier to drink, okay?"

They are tricky demons, but I don't feel fear or avoidance. Perhaps I should feel them, but the dancing autumn leaves were beautiful and the meeting with the sake-drinker was enjoyable.

We set down the barrels of lowered alcohol and the feast begins again. Some of the men in short kimonos were playing music, and small ogres with eyes that stood out like a pair of hands, and other things that made us cringe when we saw them near us, were enjoying the sake as they snatched it from the barrels.

I switch from sake to amber tea and watch them. The demons' interest has shifted from me to sake, and then to their own pleasure.

"Oh!　What's your name?

"When I wear my mask, I call myself Lenguard."

I'm going to say my name now. He felt as if he could tell the drinker his real name, but he wondered if the demons around him would really be okay with him being asked his name, so he said his name was Rengaard.

I am a sake-drinker. It was fun playing with you!

"Yeah, me too."

I thought he was one of those drunks who beat people up when they get drunk, but it turned out that he sometimes dispelled the hairy little imps who tried to climb up on me or followed me around by my hair. It doesn't seem to be a good thing for people to be possessed by these demons, who are so thin on the ground. Eventually, the kobolds gave up and stopped approaching.

"But, you know, E! but I guess that's not good enough for them.

"Emono?"

The sword you're using, it's not enough for you, is it?

Yes?　

"No?　I've been very helpful, though, haven't I?"

I'm rather aware that I'm wielding an unworthy sword.

"Then let me ask you, how many times can you take my sword with that sword?"

The sake drinker, who is tipping a large sake cup, asks me.

"...... I think I'm going to spill my blade."

"Get a better one. You know, something like a moustache cutter."

Sake-drinker, that Japanese sword you named, won't it create a legend of cutting demons and eventually be called Onikirimaru or something like that?

"I like this sword. Besides, first I have to raise my level. I can't equip it with anything of high rank."

He waves his hand in denial. < fits well in my hand, and the [Zanmakushi Grown] is a lot of fun!　I like it very much. And it's just a matter of comparison, the sake-drinker is just stronger. I have never felt insecure about my arm strength, but I have never felt insecure about the swords that Luba has struck.

What level are you?

"Thirty-nine."

"Buho-！！！！！！"

The drunkard erupts in a heap. He avoids it by turning his upper body away. You're dirty, man!

Cloak evaluation result [I get the feeling that you're surprised that I'm not surprised.

Hand armor appraisal result [...... mmm]

Excuse me, Mr. Cloak?　

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What is it?"

"What the hell!　You're that thing in 39!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The trap that startled the demon.

"Tactless man."

I'm so glad you're in such a good frame of mind.

"If you're going to be loud, be poetic."

The men in their kimonos, who speak in hushed tones, are indistinct in their oozy appearance. Of the humanoid demons, only the sake-drinkers and the maple leaves are clearly visible.

"Hoho, it's no fun to play with men, is it? Wanna play with me?"

Before I knew it, Momiji was sitting next to me and leaning on me. The sake-drinker's loud voice seems to have made her conscious. I can't make out their faces, but I can see the other demons looking at me.

My taste is more intoxicating than sake.

White fingers crawl from her cheeks to her neck, and Momiji's face comes closer.

"Momiji, no! That's mine!

"Ugh."

The drunkard's big hand covers his face and pulls him toward him.

"If you hold him, we won't be able to make hand-to-hand combat!"

No, I'm wearing pants. I'm the one being held!

"You may be a sword-crazed maniac, but you've never missed a drink and a woman."

Covering his mouth with his sleeve, he laughs as if he were making fun of a drunkard.

"I can't give it to a man who sucks the spirit out of you with his [Bosatsu-jutsu]."

Now, I hear disturbing words, but it's about time you let me go or I'll choke. And, sake-drinker, if you're going to restrain me, please take responsibility and do something about the fact that Momiji's hands are going to end up in worse places than my mouth. I'm at my limit!

"I'm choking!

He wriggles and removes the drinker's arm, then takes a deep breath before speaking up.

"...... really, really emotionless."

"What the hell!"

This time, before he could stop her, Momiji took her lips, and she took them.

If the other party is going to use [Bouchuu-jutsu], you can take it back, right?

"Ah ......"

Momiji crumples to my knees, half held in the lap of the sake-drinker. I am supposed to be wearing twelve-layered kimono, but my body is strangely soft in his embrace.

"Okay, I won!"

"What?

The drunkard surprised me, but an eye for an eye is the Hammurabi Code. He used [bouchuu-jutsu] though he didn't suck the spirit. There is also a section on sucking in the energy, but it is a mystery whether there is energy in the leaves of autumn. It's a skill I'd like to hide from my close friends, but if they use it, I'm willing to counter.

Sake-drinker is frozen with his mouth open. Since he doesn't move much, I gently put my hand on his mouth to close it.

"Why is Momiji the one who's fallen?

The sake drinker, suddenly coming back to his senses, exclaims, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

"Is it because I also countered with the [Bouchuu-jutsu]?"

Thank you for the advance information.

"No, I don't care how much money you have, you're ...... a maple leaf."

"What?"

"No, no, no. ......"

Can you stop looking at me with a "wow," look on your face and turning away while keeping your eyes down?