"Why are you always sitting far away from people?"
"I have my reasons."
Dante answered Elizabeth's question calmly while taking a sip of a strange drink in the inn.
The moment the golden-amber liquid touched his tongue, he regretted it immediately and almost vomited.
'Argh, disgusting! What the hell is this beer made from?'
The innkeeper told him that it contained honey, but why was it too disgusting and sour? Was he scammed?
Dante placed the cup on the table and decided not to touch any alcoholic drink again.
'I only wanted to try this out of curiosity anyway. But seriously, how do people drink this?!'
How was his uncle drinking this every single day? Was the problem with this world's beer or did all beer taste like that?
'Well, no wonder he died of a heart attack while having sex with that woman.'
Raising his blindfold a little bit to cover his mark better, Dante secretly scanned the inn.
