"Croak!"
"That was great! So much fun!"
"Yin La! I acknowledge you as the strongest! Ugh!"
"Too strong! How can we resist? And how can we resist Yi La, who has an unbeatable alcohol tolerance?! Wow!"
!
"..."
As Yinla watched the dwarf collapse amidst the roar, he silently poured himself another cup of wine. Looking around at the group of dwarves he had drunk until they passed out, he said, "Sorry, it seems I drank too much... Dwarf King, I've had quite a bit of your fine wine."
Previously, Imra and Ernie planned to leave immediately to investigate the far north after informing the sea of the calamity, but the Dwarf King said that his tribe had a stone tablet related to the seal of the far north and invited the two to rest for half a day.
Then, while the dwarf king was away, the dwarves brought out wine and drank with Illa and Ernie...
Ernie wasn't a very heavy drinker, so it turned into... Ernie drinking alone with all the dwarf leaders gathered there.
Then one man drank all the dwarves under the table.
Ernie looked on in horror at the sight of the clear liquor in her glass and said, "This must be dwarven spirits? I've heard of them too. Illa, are you... really alright?"
Not to mention that dwarven liquor is one of the most potent drinks in the world, with few races other than dwarves able to handle it, it's also extremely difficult for a dwarf to be drunk under the table... With both factors combined, Yinra's alcohol tolerance is arguably unparalleled.
"You have an unusually high alcohol tolerance. Do you enjoy drinking?"
The Dwarf King—Andriva Apennines Ymir—said this as he faced the wine glass that Ira pushed towards him. He shook his head and said, "Thank you, but I don't drink... I get drunk and my mind goes blank."
Upon hearing what the other party said, both Ernie, who had some understanding of dwarves, and Ira were stunned at the same time... Dwarves not drinking alcohol is like liches not experimenting or elves not eating vegetables, which seems to defy common sense.
In response, Yinla decisively put the wine aside.
"It's a coincidence that I also don't like alcohol and rarely drink, for reasons similar to yours."
As Yinla said this, he explained, "My combat role is very special. If my emotions fluctuate too much, it may lead to loss of control. So I generally don't drink alcohol, even though I can still remain calm."
"Simply put, although I don't get drunk, my students do. My instruction to my students in the same profession is 'No drinking,' so I must set a good example first."
As Inra spoke, she and the Dwarf King, who nodded in understanding, tidied up the messy table... Ernie's eyebrows twitched as she watched. For some reason, she always felt that the two people had very similar personalities.
It's not that they're specifically similar... after all, Yimra might be a bit more mature?
All I can say is that in this absurd world, Imra and the Dwarf King seem to be two rare normal people—doing what normal people should do, saying what normal people would say, and making the same jokes that normal people would make.
I feel helpless about everything strange around me... but I can only accept it reluctantly.
No wonder Ernie felt so familiar when the dwarf king Andreiva sighed... Inra also sighed in the same way when facing the clown Vereesa and the human woman.
Humanity has become more aware of its own situation.
"This is the stone tablet I mentioned before, inscribed with the script of the Age of Gods... I can only understand a portion of it."
As Andriva spoke, he pushed the stone slab he had brought out earlier, showing Ira and Ernie the inscribed characters on it… Ira nodded, translating: “The gods…”
"..."
"..."
Ernie and Andreeva waited for ages, but Inra didn't say another word...
Could it be that you can only understand these two characters?
Amid their confusion, Illa tilted her head, waiting for something. Ernie also seemed to realize something, glancing at the human woman who was secretly drinking wine and then sticking out her tongue from the spiciness... and Vereesa, who looked helpless.
He's probably waiting for her, right?
Following Ernie's gaze, Inra looked at the empty space and said, "Lady Vereesa, could you do me a favor? Elves probably understand the writing of the Age of Gods, right?"
"..."
From Ernie's perspective, Vereesa Inluvita glanced at Inra, who was speaking, then fell silent for a moment before reluctantly revealing herself... This startled Andriva.
"That is a power called [Divine Concealment], exclusive to those outside the realm of reason... It can eliminate one's form and aura, and it's not even that."
Inra, who was giving a simple explanation, looked at the dwarf king who was nodding reluctantly in acceptance. He then gestured to Vereesa and said, "Miss Vereesa, could you please help translate the contents of the stone tablet?"
Without Illa needing to say anything, Vereesa was already deciphering the stone tablet. She gently patted Illa's shoulder and said, "No need for such formality. You can just call me by my name, whether it's my full name or just 'Vereesa'."
Vereesa smiled slightly as she said this, and then said, "I am Casiopeia's great-aunt. You can call me great-aunt if you like..."
Following Vereesa's voice, a human woman wearing a mage's hat quickly appeared in the space. Under Andriva's numb gaze, she said, "Wait, didn't you hate it when people called you old? Or have you changed your taste... Auntie?"
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