Everyone present knew his temperament well.

The hesitant knights began to negotiate.

“Your Grace, please step aside!”

“What’s the evidence that my lover poisoned it?”

Kashar stood firm, but I was on the verge of becoming a criminal.

That’s when.

“…I’m fine.”

Frizia came to her senses.

With a hoarse voice, she fought off the Raksaines and Reihart’s knights and approached me.

Suddenly.

Frizia firmly grabbed my hand and said,

“…The soft taste that tingles on the tip of my tongue. The popping sensation along with a cool and savory flavor fills my mouth.”

“Yes?”

“A faint scent of grain that is both sweet and tangy… It doesn’t seem like alcohol or a beverage at all.”

“Yes?”

“It can’t even compare to wine!”

So, the princess’s statement was.

“This drink is a divine beverage!”

A praise for makgeolli.

‘No, was it so delicious that she was overwhelmed just now?!’

I almost went to jail for an extreme taste evaluation.

Whether she knew it or not, Frizia twirled around and asked Tuberocia.

“May I ask the host of the party? Can I also participate in this auction?”

Foreigners could only watch, they couldn’t participate in the auction.

The Countess, who had been watching the Empress’s mood, soon shook her head.

“Princess, I’m sorry, but that might be difficult. There’s never been a single instance of a foreigner participating in an auction passed down for generations.”

“Then…! To give up such heaven!”

Despite Frizia’s protest, the Countess was immovable.

However, the atmosphere had greatly changed.

‘What taste is it?’

The nobles were intrigued.

With the princess reacting like that, they couldn’t suppress their curiosity.

“This is a truly surprising discovery! Count Barshato, please taste it and agree with me!”

“Yes? Are you talking to me?”

Count Barshato’s second son was Frizia’s assistant.

‘The future of a magician is determined by the magic tower.’

Torn between the Empress’s mood, his second son’s future, and curiosity about the new liquor, Barshato eventually.

“We, well then, I’ll taste a little.”

He surrendered to desire, making the only choice for the landlord.

Taking a tasting cup, Barshato hesitated, then gulped down the makgeolli.

“Ugh…!”

Barshato’s eyes nearly popped out.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, checked the empty paper cup, and looked at me with disappointed eyes.

“Ju, just a little more…….”

“You can’t. It’s just a taste, right?”

When I smiled brightly, the Count despaired.

Behind him, it was suddenly bustling.

“I would also like to have a taste.”

“What taste would cause this reaction?”

The tasting line had stretched.

It was a scene straight out of a market.

“Here, take it!”
As I grew busier, Kashar was taken aback.

“I think I’ve seen something like this at the village market.”

“You’ve been to such a place, my lord? Not just ordering steak?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

As I kept my hands busy and asked, he backed off, saying it was fine.

‘It was a joke.’

I leaned against a pillar and watched him, then refocused on the tasting event.

As the praise for the makgeolli continued, the empress’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“Is this good enough to enter?”

“It seems so.”

The duchess turned abruptly.

She quickly approached the empress, but the empress coldly ignored her.

The empress’s party started to whisper.

“Being eager for such a lowclass alcohol…!”

“We’ll serve you with our family’s secret wine!”

The goal of this party was to see how much it could fetch at auction.

The winning family’s product at the Oloze party would be recognized as this year’s luxury item.

‘It means you can sit on a pile of money.’

The auction proceeds were donated, but after that, business could be conducted with the product.

‘What else could be considered a luxury item?’

A recognized and outstanding work.

Supply was rare but demand was abundant, so success was guaranteed.

“A taste like this from grain!”

“I must win the bid.”

The admirers’ exclamations grew as they tasted it.

‘I didn’t expect this much of a reaction.’

Could we really win?

We brought it to cheer up our princes, but now it seems we might win the auction.

‘Since it’s been submitted under the children’s names…’

If we really do win, won’t the royal family recognize us?

‘If only we could.’

I wanted to shed the stigma of the “abandoned princes” attached to the children.

“Hmph, what’s all the fuss about this?”

Then, a familiar voice stuck in my ear.

‘Jeianna Enders?’

It was the wicked woman1 who had fainted in the rose garden.

“Even so, you can’t beat the Enders family’s Rubyberry wine.”

Jeianna lifted her chin.

‘Ah, now that I think of it.’

I heard that the Enders family had won at Oloze four years in a row.

‘Rubyberry wine, is it similar to blackberry?’

I was quite curious as I had not tasted this world’s alcohol.

“Are you ignoring me now?”

“Nno?”

I hastily replied, but her glaring eyes were frightening.

‘But it’s not scary at all.’

Perhaps it was thanks to being trained by Kashar.

A beauty’s glare was merely charming.