Winter has arrived quietly.

In this city where only children would run around regardless of wind and snow, I have developed yet another evil technology.

It is related to sake brewing. Something that I have been researching since fall.

Sake is made by fermenting wheat for a long time but unfortunately, I’m an impatient man.

Since it’s a mage who’s making sake, why not make it with magic….

And so, I created a demon that eats whet and spits out sake.

This was supposed to be a wonderful mechanism that would make sake drinkers drool because if you put a barrel of wheat in this demonic device, it would become sake the next day…..

「This….doesn’t taste good, doesn’t it?」

「Cough–! This sake is too strong.」

「I think it’s just about right desu」

When we tried taste-testing it with the adventurers at the MSG headquarters, their reviews were sharply divided.

Chicken frowned as soon as her tongue touched it.

Roast took a sip and instantly turned bright red.

And Mince drank a whole cup and looked okay.

I scanned the girls’ bodies and found that the alcohol level in their blood rose.

For now, we can conclude that it’s safe for drinking.

I took a sip too.

Ugh…..

My tongue feels numb in an instant.

Full of spirit, no flavor.

It’s like the embodiment of alcohol spirit….

I had Polish Native once in my previous life.

It will be served with blue flames raging on top.

Yeah, it’s a flaming sake.

「Cough!」

「What’s this!?」

「Is it safe to drink this?」

Everyone in the room started to make a fuss then, someone pulled my clothes.

It was the birdkin Vongo.

「…..let…..me……」

「You want to drink it?」

Vongo nodded.

She usually looks like a downer but now, she’s looking at the flaming cup with glittering eyes.

I see. I guess some people like this kind of visual effect.

「Here you go.」

「…..th….a….nks…..」

「Vongo-chan, are you sure?」

The centaur, Pickles, whose upper body had entered the room through the window, looked worried.

Vongo gave Pickles a nod, bottomed up her cup, and fell back.

「Vongo-chan!」

「As expected…..」

Roast picks up Vongo’s body and hands her over to Pickles.

Let’s use healing magic on her body for now. I don’t want her to experience alcohol poisoning.

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Anyway, the brewing process was a success but for the sake itself, it should be a failure.

My father was very happy.

There are so many uses for highly concentrated alcohol.

It can be used for cleaning, medicine, fuel, beverage, etc.

The best part is that the production cost is so low that you can cut out the entire cost of conventional distillation.

The ingredients were also cheap. We can get wheat as much as we can and we only need to convert them to alcohol and export it.

If father wants to sell it, I can easily set up a production line.

I decided to let the slaves pickle some fruits and make them sake.

The more business we can do, the better.

It will take some time to finish but let’s look forward to it.

Even the sake alone would sell well to adventurers who like it hard. That scalekin Mince was even drinking it without a care in the world.