That was until Oitotan suddenly took something out and drank it.
His expression, his posture, everything about him always attracted the attention of those gathered here. And this time was no exception.
No, I should correct myself.
"...O-Sir Oitotan?"
"What is it?"
"Could I possibly know the name of the beverage you're drinking? You mentioned a vanilla scent, what..."
"[This] you mean? Ah, French people don't know."
His expression, his posture, everything was optimized to draw human attention.
"This is [whiskey]."
Only then did Henri de Bourbon, the King of France and Navarre, realize.
"Wh-whiskey...? Could I just have a sip... Hack, cough. It's extremely strong!"
"Strong but... has a subtle flavor? It really does have a vanilla scent? A cherry flavor comes up at the end..."
"He said that he wanted to commemorate the friendship with France. So, the name of this whiskey is Bourbon (pronounced in English as 'Burbon')."
"C-could I also have a sip, please!"
