Sebas Side: Dwarf Montreux’s Recommended Chewed Sake
“Don’t give me that ‘Sorry. Kept you waiting’, Montreux-sama!”
“Huh? Who the hell’s that? I don’t need anyone callin’ me -sama.”
Grumbling to himself, he came stomping out from the back.
I came all the way here as the butler of the Marsh family, you know. Couldn’t you come out to the front of the shop a little faster?
Hm? Ahh… Montreux’s gotten bigger again, hasn’t he?
“You’ve gotten bigger.”
Oops. Looks like my inner voice slipped right out of my mouth.
“What’re you talkin’ about? It’s standin’ just fine, same as always! Pretty magnificent, ain’t it!”
Huh? What are you talking about? Not that of yours, I meant your body. And that attitude of yours.
“No, I just thought your body’s gotten a bit bigger. Don’t get the wrong idea. Now then, there’s a matter I came to discuss, so please listen.”
“Oh, Sebas boss. Been a while since you showed your face around here. What’s the matter? Want a drink?”
No thank you. I don’t drink this early in the day. And when it comes to dwarven alcohol, it’s kuchikami-zake, chewed sake. No, I would very much like to decline.
The first time I drank it, the smell was rather strong, and the slightly sour taste made it difficult to swallow.
“This here’s called kuchikami-zake. A traditional dwarven brew. See, what they do is… a pure maiden chews rice, chews it real good, mixes in her saliva, and then they let it ferment.”
Pff—! I barely managed to stop myself from spitting it out. Spitting would’ve been rude, after all. I came dangerously close to throwing up. It wouldn’t do to disgrace dwarven tradition.
Still, the dwarf, this Montreux, was pleased that I finished the drink, and he took a liking to me from that moment on.
“No, I don’t need any alcohol. I’m working.”
Yes… I will never drink that again. My apologies.
Everyone has their preferences, of course, but it simply wasn’t to my taste.
“So what brings you here today?”
It seems my refusal of the drink didn’t bother him. He smoothly changed the subject.
“It’s a request from Master. Please make a chair.”
“A chair? What kinda chair? The ones you had before finally break?”
“No, not that. The height should match an adult table, and the child’s chair should be raised to the same height as the adult table. That way, the child can eat together with the adults.”
“Why would anyone need a chair like that?”
“Young Master Kaito, you know, the lord’s son, apparently wants to eat meals together with his parents.”
“I see. For the young master, huh. In that case, we’ll round off the corners… Alright, I’ll make it. Give me a week.”
“Understood. This will be a prototype first. Once it’s finished, please send someone to the mansion. I’ll be waiting for your notice. Well then!”
“Got it~ …sheesh, Sebas boss’s already gone. Did he even hear my answer? …Ah well, guess I’ll get to work.”
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