Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts

Not even ten minutes after the first knight left a shop, another beast man entered.

"Do you have that drink?" he asked casually.

The shopkeeper blinked. "Ah—yes. One silver tale."

"Fine."

The bottle was opened and emptied in one go.

"Gods," the man muttered. "That’s good."

He left.

Then another entered.

"Do you have the drink?"

Then another.

And another.

Each time, the shopkeeper sold a bottle. Each time, the reaction was the same—surprise, delight, regret at not buying more.