The entire town buzzed with vitality. The echoing melodies of spirited songs could be heard from every corner, while the enticing aroma of delectable food filled the streets.

At last, the grandest event of the year, the harvest, had come to an end. And today, the townspeople gathered together to indulge in a carefree celebration of eating, drinking, and revelry, with no worries about their farming chores.

The festivities took place in front of Holt's courtyard. As expected, Kamian, the protagonist of this year's harvest season, took center stage. The townspeople flocked around the table where Kamian sat, brimming with affection and admiration for him, whether they were from the academy or the village.

"He's the one, you see. Originally, he was a heartless man, devoid of blood and tears. I created him myself."

Silently, I shouted within myself, acknowledging my unappreciated efforts.

"What are you doing, Liv? Quickly snatch the prince's seat!"

Sherry grabbed my arm and vigorously shook it. Amidst the unfolding commotion, I remained unmoved like a stagnant pond. It was because this cursed body of mine couldn't process alcohol. Back when I had my original form, I would drink soju until the break of dawn... Letting it flow all the way down my throat.

"Why should I?"

"The adults want to surprise the kids by sitting at their table! So, Liv, you should take the prince's seat and give it to me!"

"Sherry, don't you see me sitting at the kids' table?"

Sherry placed my arm on the table and stomped her foot on the ground.

"Liv can't even handle alcohol! He's no help at all!"

"All of this is my way of helping you. Just wait until you grow older. Kamian is nothing more than a foul-smelling man, neither beyond nor below that..."

"Don't insult the prince! Waaah!"

Sherry wailed at the top of her lungs. However, due to the boisterous atmosphere, only half of the people realized she was crying.

"Don't cry. I'm sorry. Kamian won't drink much either. He'll have just one beer and come this way. He said he won't drink anymore until he's completely intoxicated."

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At that moment, Tom, who had been darting around the table, caught sight of Sherry's tears and started chuckling.

"The cry baby is crying again!"

"I'm not a crybaby!"

"Ebeve, he says he's not a crybaby~"

"It's not tears, it's sweat!"

"Liar~ Liar~"

Sherry, puffing up her chest, grabbed a whole walnut pie and slammed it directly onto Tom's head. A resounding thud accompanied the shattering sound of the firm crust. Tom, still oblivious to what had just happened, blinked his eyes dazedly, only to realize the pain belatedly, and tears welled up in his eyes. I quietly covered my ears, as the sorrowful cries of a child reverberated through the double-pane windows.

"Oh my goodness! Tom, what on earth happened to you?"

Holt, who was carrying food, scolded Tom and Sherry as he ushered them. At the mere mention of going to eat fruit candy, the child's tears stopped abruptly, and excitedly, they leaped away.

As I held hands and chuckled, watching the two little ones grow distant, a soft laugh escaped my lips. Adorable, indeed.

I sipped my water, gazing at the broad back of Kamian. Hands from all directions were urging him to drink beer, surrounding Kamian. The townsfolk knew that Kamian was not good with alcohol. Instead, they enjoyed putting Kamian in an awkward position, saying that if he was going to eat, he should drink the alcohol they provided.

"Just a moment, pay attention to me. Especially, Kamian."

Already quite drunk, with a flushed face, Kamian put one foot on the table. Then he took something out of his pocket. Despite being intoxicated, his touch was cautious, as if it were something precious.

"I shall bestow upon Kamian the honor of receiving the first glass of this special wine today."

Cheers erupted from all corners at the sight of the bottle proudly raised by Kamian. I sincerely thought it was fortunate that Sherry and Tom were not present at this gathering. It was an elongated bottle with a hat instead of a cork stopper. Yes, without a doubt, this wine bottle was fashioned to resemble a male genital organ.

"...A matter of taste."

With a brief lick of his lips, Kamian observed Corner pouring wine into the glass.

Accepting it, Kamian smirked.

"I will only drink this tonight."

"Yes, yes! Don't overexert yourself when your health isn't good."

"Let's create an atmosphere with just this first glass!"

The townspeople all raised their glasses in unison. At that sight, I also began to prepare to leave. Kamian had said that after just one courtesy drink, he would head straight home. As I tidied up and prepared to stand, the surroundings became noisy. It was a sound different from the boisterous laughter and chatter. It was as if they were startled...

"Kamian!"

I turned around at the familiar name. Kamian, who had been perfectly fine just a moment ago, was now collapsed on the table, clutching his forehead.

The special wine prepared by Corner was a strong drink belonging to a high alcohol content category. It was more than enough to render Kamian unconscious.