Time went back to last night.
"Huh? Trainer! Trainer! What's wrong with you?" Zoroark hurried over to Heath and grabbed his arm, shaking it, but Heath was already completely unresponsive. The Oolong Tea produced by the Golden Finger really was powerful.
"He looks drunk." Charmeleon came over for a look and spoke calmly, while Farfetch'd also walked over with the See-the-Light-Die he had stir-fried. He was eating his own cooking. See-the-Light-Die really did taste good, and Farfetch'd particularly liked it.
"You know about this?" Zoroark looked shocked. So this was being drunk? But going by what happened in novels, didn't getting drunk make it easy for some incredible things to happen, like making bedsheets wet and heavy, then leaving males completely drained or something? But the Trainer seemed to be the only human here.
Charmeleon nodded, then turned her head away. She really did not want to recall the awful things that had happened before.
"How do you know?" Zoroark asked curiously.
"...That's a memory I don't want to revisit." Charmeleon's claws sprang out as she spoke in a low voice. Zoroark looked thoughtful. Come to think of it, back then, Zoroark had indeed noticed a faint smell of alcohol on the human who wanted to be tormented by Charmander.
But Zoroark did not dwell on it. After all, Huohuo was Zoroark's companion now, not someone else's, and Zoroark did not want to reopen a companion's wounds. That would be far too stupid.
Then, however, Zoroark's gaze fell on the Oolong Tea nearby. Zoroark remembered that Heath had ended up like this after drinking it. Could this be the legendary alcohol?
"Huohuo~ Onion, big guy! Come here!" Zoroark excitedly took down the Oolong Tea and set it to one side. Charmeleon could not help sighing. Although she did not know