"Bright light, bring your warmth here."
The most talented wizard of all time commanded the phenomenon with mana. The loyal servant showed her the proof of her subservience.
As a result, the rain dried out the damp cave in an instant, and the air became warm as if firewood had been burned.
"Whew… . Thank you, thank you. Haaa, I felt so uncomfortable. It turned out well. "
Sloan, who was drenched by the rain, rolled around on the warm cave. Dust rose up in a puff. Camilla, who was next to him and was suddenly struck by misfortune, frowned and… tapped her cane.
"That's why I told you to use protection magic and go."
"Even so, it won't even take an hour… . It's a waste of magic power."
In addition to his great strength and toughness, Sloan also possesses an unusually high magic resistance, similar to that of a golem or dragon.
Maybe that's why. It's said that even the physical strengthening magic that Camilla casts doesn't work. That's fortunate… If it did work, it really wouldn't have been possible to stop it.
"Hoooo… ."
Sloan took off his metal gauntlets, which had leather lining on the inside, and dropped them. They were quite heavy, making a slight thud.
After that, he used his freer hand to open the shoulder armor. It wasn't even a piece of cloth. He did it very well.
He took off the two protective gear that covered his arms. He unbuckled them and let his armor and breastplate fall to the ground. That wouldn't cost a dime, would it?
Then Sloan tried to take off the waist guard that was covering his lower body, but he seemed to be annoyed, so he rested his back against the cave and took a deep breath.
"Ugh… . It seems like there are a lot more bad things than good things because magic doesn't work."
The quilted armor hidden inside the plate armor… . The enormous breasts that could not be hidden even by the thick and tough fabric were visible.
My pupils shook without me knowing. And soon after, I felt a gaze from the side, as if stabbing with a knife.
"Tsk."
I could tell without even looking. It was Elisa, the jealous elf. She looked back and forth between me and Sloan… . Maybe she was watching me to see if I was looking away or not.
It's so scary. I don't think I'll get caught. If I did, Elisa would be staring at me without looking away.
"Vulgar and ignorant size….Quality over quantity."
"Huh? Didn't you just say something?"
"I said it was almost time to eat. We've already walked for half a day today, right?"
"Oh, I see. Camilla. I'll ask you again this time."
Camilla, who was warming her cold body with the rising heat, tapped the floor with her cane when she heard those words.
"Take out the food."
Whoa whoa, the space suddenly opened up. That's…. an advanced magic that opens another dimension? You can use that without a single complicated spell? While I was so amazed, various foods fell from the subspace.
Salted meat made from pork or beef, dried herring, and really hard-looking black bread. A bit of hard cheese was all that decorated this desolate meal.
"Ugh… I need to find a village quickly. It's hard to eat something like this with a clear mind."
"If I just kill one or two more Demon Lords, I think I can cast a freezing spell on this space. It's not working right now."
I gaped, wondering at the unfolding sight. Was this really something that humans could possibly do?
Subspace? Didn't Uruk Heizen also mass-produce so many ogre wizards to use teleportation magic that distorts space?
But that woman seems to think of subspace as some kind of food preservation device.
"Huh? But Camilla. Something seems to be missing."
"I took them all out? Ah, if it's water, I can just make it with magic… ."
"No! Not that! I mean the wine."
Camilla and Riley's faces turned slightly pale at Sloan's words. Why are they doing that?
"Ahahahaha… Alcohol? Sloan, weren't you supposed to drink anymore? After what happened last time."
"When did I do that! It's okay. After I defeated the Demon King last time, my physical abilities have grown quite a bit. I won't get drunk anymore!"
Drunk? Oh, Sloan seems to be weak to alcohol. I learned something! That woman's weakness is alcohol. Hehehe… Let's see how weak she is now.
In the meantime, Elisa opened her mouth, holding back her hand from touching the inside of her thigh.
"Let's have a drink to celebrate the new Demon King? If not now, then when?"
"That's true! And you can't just swallow this salty and hard food with water, right?"
Finally, the warrior said so. Camilla, as if she had no other choice, bit her lower lip with her teeth and took out a few bottles of wine and dropped them.
"Uh… . I, I'll go inside. I'm not that hungry."
"Hey! Riley… . This is a player?"
"I'm sorry! But you know!"
You're acting like you're preparing for some kind of natural disaster. Are you saying that Sloan, who is drunk, is comparable to him? I had a lot to say, but I held back.
"Over there… . Elisa."
"Why."
"Is Sloan's drinking that bad?"
"You'll know when you see it."
Elisa muttered, caressing her chest and thighs frantically. She seemed to be uninterested in the situation.
"It's winey …
"Drink slowly… . Don't gulp it down like last time."
"Okay! I'll adjust it this time."
As he spoke, Sloan stuffed the beef jerky into his mouth, almost as if it were physically possible.
Immediately after that, Sloan swallowed a pickled herring the size of my forearm in one bite, and his heart pounded as if his throat was blocked. He reached for the wine. It didn't seem to be a very good drink.
"Hoooo."
"Too fast!"
"It's okay. It's okay. It's still at this level… ."
Hwaaak—! Sloan's brown skin turned red in an instant. It was so red that it made me wonder if skin could turn that red.
"It's going to explode."
"What is it?'
"Sloan is going to explode!"
"Warrior, it's not gunpowder… How did it explode?"
"I, I don't know. I have to go to Riley!"
Contrary to Camilla's words, Sloan was still binge eating, though at a slightly slower pace than before.
'No. It seems like the speed at which I'm drinking wine is getting faster and faster.'
Gulp gulp… The frequency of touching food gradually decreased. Instead, the frequency of drinking alcohol took its place. This is already my third bottle. When did I drink that much? For someone who is weak to alcohol, I seem to have a high tolerance?
"Hooo—!"
"Oh no, this is a big deal… . This is my 4th bottle."
"How many bottles did you drink last time?"
"1 and a half bottles."
"… How was the damage?"
"Three weeks of recovery. Riley's Healo was sick for a few days. And my cane broke."
Wait a minute. What does that mean? Three weeks of pre-existence? Does drinking alcohol make you hit people around you?
"Valley? You incited Sloan, right? So. You should take responsibility. While he sobers up, you should take care of him."
Market? Does it have something to do with Sloan's drinking habits? It's really ominous… .
Since I wasn't loud enough in the party to be able to object to Camilla's words, I got up and sat down next to Sloan.
"Oh! You're here! You're here. Why is everyone running away! It's lonely to drink alone!"
"I've been here for a while now."
"Is that so…? Valley! Hehehe. Valley really is cute."
What? It doesn't look particularly dangerous. Even though her eyes are slightly open and her face is red.
"I'm cute, right?"
"Hehehehe… . You're not denying it?"
"I know I'm cute because I often hear that. It's not wrong, is it? I think I'm cute."
Of course. Even I think my face is pretty. To be honest, even if you mixed all the most beautiful people together, they wouldn't be able to keep up with my feet.
It's really beautiful, but… It's a shame I can't show you this.
"Want to try some alcohol? I brought this from my hometown. It's pretty good."
"I will drink well… ."
I couldn't refuse a person's kindness, especially Sloan's kindness, so I accepted the wine.
'Haa… What is this? It's cheap. The quality of the grapes and the oak barrels used to soak it are all bad. Did they even add water to this to increase the volume? Ugh… Even rotten grape water would taste better than this.'
How on earth can you get drunk on this crappy wine?
With a body as powerful as Sloan's, his liver function should be so great that he could heal anything that's harmful. Why can't he break down alcohol?
Maybe he's vulnerable to poison. That's why Sloan is twitching like this.
'Poisoning… .'
This could be called my specialty. I know over 100 types of poisonous creatures.
"Valley!"
"Yes?"
"Pour me some alcohol."
"… There's no more left?"
"Drinking is best when a man pours it! Don't you all think so?"
… Haa. What are you talking about? You've really gotten addicted to alcohol. Is this why you can be called a warrior?
"It's started… . Sloan's drinking party."
"The cave shouldn't collapse… ."
Those two women have been gossiping for a while now. What on earth is going on that makes them do that?
Isn't this too much fuss?
"Valley."
"Yes."
"Use it. Now that I look at it, doesn't it seem a little rude?
"Huh? What kind of nonsense are you talking about… ."
"If a woman is pouring drinks alone. Hurry up and talk to her first. Oh?! Pour her drinks too."
Her eyes were wide open, and she looked straight at me with only the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"No, what the heck is that… ."
When I said something in disbelief, Sloan slammed his fist into the wall.
"Tsk!!!!!"
…ah.