"Yes, it really is a relic, but don't be so serious about it. It's something good the family found overseas."
Sivie took the small bucket from the somewhat shy Miss Hailey Aurora, who was under everyone's gaze, while Tifa had already risen to fetch a professional long-handled barrel ladle.
"Poet Level Relic Harvest Ale—the joy of harvest is all contained within it. There aren't many of these relics in existence, and the pattern of their appearance has yet to be determined. At present, all we know is that they may be found in places such as ancient wine cellars and ruins of ancient celebrations.
"The relic's only trait is that anyone who drinks it will feel pleasantly tipsy, and drinking too much can even make them drunk. Yes, even a Thirteenth Ring Warlock is no exception. This is both a positive and negative trait. Shade, don't look so doubtful. Professor Danist is here too—if you don't believe me, ask her."
Since the red-haired young lady had been mentioned, she spoke up:
"Yes, the traits of this exceedingly rare Poet Level Relic are indeed as described. So long as it is not poured into running water, there is no possibility of containment failure. Most of the examples discovered so far have been used as consumables. The Academy has only one barrel left as a research specimen, and that one was preserved three hundred years ago."
She recalled how, when Lady Helena Carter had still been around, she had once said that she wanted to use her authority as administrator to have a taste.
"Shade probably can't imagine that Teacher had childish moments too."
"I'm still somewhat hesitant about using a relic as a means of enjoyment. Fine, everyone can have a little taste, but Emilia, you've only just come of age—"