Found out. So easily found out.

"Well then, three welcome drinks for the latecomer?"

"It'd be a disgrace to dwarves not to offer our guest some alcohol. Here, go ahead."

The dwarven ladies casually pulled out some liquor from the kitchen cupboard like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was an amber-colored spirit in a glass bottle.

Poured into a small glass, the evaporating alcohol gave off a sweet, apple-like fragrance.

"Ah, wait! Master is human, so alcohol like that…"

"Ahh, I'll have some. It's fine, I can handle my drinks even if I don't look like it!"

Aishia tried to stop me, but I'm no fool.

This alcohol was obviously strong. Even one sip would have me completely wasted in no time!

I'd probably pass out and lose all memory before I could even announce that Dea-kun is a femboy and that he's mine.

So I'll use the fake-drinking strategy I used during my drinking contest with Gomez!

I brought the drink to my lips and—stored it in my Storage space the very instant it touched them!

Then swallowed the water I swapped in instead!

Pwaaah!

"Ahh, that's delicious! Thanks for the drink!"

I returned the empty glass—and Aishia's grandmother and the others stared at me with narrowed eyes.

"… There's no alcohol on your breath. You didn't actually drink it, did you? You can't fool our eyes."

"Huh, you made the liquor disappear!? What kind of magic trick was that? I gotta know how you did it."

"Unbelievable, that's sacrilege against alcohol! … You didn't throw it away, right?"

Found out. So easily found out.

"No need to hold back. It's our finest delicious liquor, you know."

"Come on, drink up, drink up. I'll figure out how you did it!"

"This is from Dad's secret stash of fire liquor. I'll be angry if you make it disappear again, okay?"

I-I was getting way too much attention. Eyes watching my every move, eyes that would never forgive anyone who wasted alcohol.

Being family, those eyes looked so similar to Aishia's and Sati-tan's that I had no choice but to drink it for real…!

Wait, fire liquor is that thing, right? The stuff that's so strong even dwarves consider it real alcohol.

… When I looked at Aishia, her eyes seemed to say "That's why I tried to stop you."

Fine. I'll steel myself.

"H-Here I go!"

I tilted the glass back and let it flow into my mouth. For an instant, a cool sensation and a rich aroma spread across my tongue.

Oh, this is tasty. The moment I thought that, a searing heat attacked every inch of my mouth.

Whaaat!? So strong! The alcohol is so stroooong!?

My throat… my throat is burning!! Aaahh, my stomach, my belly feels like it's on fire!

"Pwaaah…"

"Oh! You actually drank it this time. Not bad, guest!"

"That's more fitting for Aishia's master. Welcome."

"Fire liquor… I wanna drink some too. Grandma. Can I have a bottle?… No? Stingy."

T-This time, since I'd actually drunk it, the dwarven women welcomed me with smiles.

… Ah, no good. My head's going all floaaaty…

"A-Master!"

While listening to Aishia's voice, the strength drained from my body and I slumped down.

And then—

"Hah…! Oww, my head hurts…"

I woke up with my memory completely gone. Hmm, it's been a while since I felt like this.

So, what exactly happened this time… Whoa. There are tons of dwarves sleeping in this room. Men and women all jumbled together in one big pile. Though the ones around me are all lolis.

… Yeah, some of them aren't wearing clothes either, both men and women.

"Ah, good morning, Master."

"… Good morning, Aishia. Hey, what happened after that? I have no memory from when I drank the alcohol."

"Yes! Dea-sama is safe!! We isolated him in the children's room so he could rest!!"

Good, that's a relief. So, what happened to me???

I'm a little scared to ask.