Chapter 79: The Crimson Nightmare
It was evening, and the drinks and food came out on cue.
Even at sixteen, one should be able to drink alcohol. Children at that age often have some fantasy about alcohol, so I thought Roka would show interest, but it was far from the case.
Nom nom.
Munch munch.
Roka only showed interest in the meat dishes the attendants brought. She had not the slightest interest in wheat noodles, sweet pastries, or especially dishes where vegetables made up more than half of the ingredients.
Come to think of it, alcohol is also made from grains, fruits, or rare things like honey, so it made sense that Roka had no interest. There probably wouldn’t be any alcohol made using meat.
At this point, I realized that this child was a tremendous picky eater.
Since she seems healthy even without eating greens, I can’t forcefully coerce her, so I just let it be. An attendant brought an entire barrel of ice-cold alcohol and placed it next to us. It seemed like it had been stored in the warehouse for aging and was just brought out.
“When you’re in the position of an emperor, there are times when you can’t always act as you wish.”
The person who handed me a cup of alcohol didn’t have that majestic appearance from before.
He just seemed like a tired and exhausted old man chugging alcohol, trying to endure the hardships with it.