"Wuye, I don't like alcohol..."
Uchiha Mikoto obediently followed behind him, though she voiced her resistance in a low voice.
Uchiha Izumi instinctively followed after them, like a little maid.
"I don't like alcohol either." Wuye turned back with a smile. "But at a time like this, alcohol works best."
"Wuye, I..."
Mikoto lowered her head. "I've actually never had alcohol before. What if... what if I get drunk..."
"Then all the better!"
Wuye tightened his grip on her hand. "Perfect—I'll get to see what my Mikoto looks like when she's drunk."
Before entering the dining room, he said to a maid, "Prepare a bowl of thick yogurt first. Then bring ten bottles each of five kinds of fruit wine, plus twenty bottles of sake. Send them all over together."
"...Yes."
The maid froze for a moment before hurriedly withdrawing.
Wuye pulled Mikoto over to sit by the window. Beyond it lay the backyard, golden and luminous in the evening light.
He glanced at Uchiha Izumi, who stood silently behind them, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Why don't you sit down and have a few drinks too?"
"Huh? N-no..."
Uchiha Izumi hurriedly waved her hands. "I'm not an adult yet, so I can't drink. I'll... I'll just pour drinks for you and Sister Mikoto..."
Wuye's mouth twitched.
He had meant for her to leave so that he and Mikoto could be alone, but this girl had really started treating herself like a maid...
When the maids brought over the yogurt and alcohol he had requested, Wuye took the bowl of yogurt, added several spoonfuls of honey, and held it to Mikoto's lips. "Drink some yogurt before drinking. It'll cushion your stomach."
Mikoto hurriedly took it from him. "I'll drink it myself."
She was a very traditional woman, accustomed