Megidias the Darkgulper ②
I’m curious.
Megidias the Darkgulper.
The other Tier II Seeker known by that name.
I want to see what kind of person she is. Judging by the name, maybe a woman?
“I’d like to see what kind of person she is, but with that crowd…”
It seems Ms. Pachira was thinking the same thing.
But the crowd was really worked up, forming something like a human wall.
It looks impossible for us to physically break through that.
Not that we intend to.
“…You’re right.”
I used the Relic [ Danger Detection ].
I could see red and blue points inside the tavern. Even inside, there are red points.
The bright red area is where the crowd is gathered.
Between muscle-bound men and other muscle-bound men. There’s a bit of black mixed in too, making me chuckle wryly.
“Woff?”
“Ah, sorry. I was just thinking what an incredible wall of people that is.”
“Indeed it is.”
Then I looked around and found it. A white point.
There’s a break in the human wall. The counter.
The spot where the drinking contest is happening is close to the counter.
They also need a path to bring more drinks.
That’s why there weren’t many people near the counter.
And the space behind the counter is empty.
“Ms. Pachira. We can do it.”
“Do what?”
“First, let’s finish eating.”
“R-Right.”
And so, we enjoyed our meal.
We waited a little after finishing, then made our move.
“Please follow me.”
“Hmm?”
I got up from my seat and moved to the counter.
Just then, the owner, Mr. Burns, came out from the kitchen.
“Mr. Burns.”
“Yo, Woff. If it isn’t young Ms. Pachira.”
“Yes. We’re indebted to you.”
“A rare combination.”
“Actually, I have a small favor to ask.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Um, could you let us behind the counter?”
“The counter?”
“What? Behind the counter?”
“Yes, just over at the end.”
“The end… Ahh.”
“I see. You want to watch? Sure, go ahead.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Don’t mention it. You’ve helped me out plenty.”
Mr. Burns laughed heartily.
“What’s this about?”
Ms. Pachira tilted her head.
“It’s nothing that grand, really.”
“Hmm?”
“I just sometimes talk about ideas for cooking.”
Dishes from my past life, from my memories of it.
I’m not that knowledgeable. Still, I’ve been able to help out with a few things.
“Woff, you can cook that well?”
“No. It’s just a hobby, cooking for myself. Let’s go.”
“R-Right.”
We went behind the counter.
And approached the still-rowdy wall of people.
There was no one near the part of the counter used as a path for carrying drinks.
From there, I could see Agaro-san at a table without chairs, mug in hand.
His face was bright red and he was swaying; isn’t he pretty drunk?
Across from him was— Hmm? Huh!?
“…Gothic Lolita…”
“Hoh. So that’s the Darkgulper.”
Across from him was a woman—no, a girl—in a Gothic Lolita outfit.
Her long black hair was styled in a hime cut, of all things. Her purple eyes were steady.
She elegantly wore a dark red and black Gothic Lolita outfit.
Strictly speaking, Gothic Lolita outfits don’t exist in this world.
But I knew there were similar styles.
It’s called Elegance Chic.
It doesn’t seem that different from Gothic Lolita?
That’s why I call it Gothic Lolita in my head.
However… she’s taller than Agaro-san.
Agaro-san is probably around 175 cm tall.
Which means Megidias the Darkgulper-san’s height is close to 190 cm.
She’s huge.
And because she’s in Gothic Lolita, she has a strange sort of presence.
“Oi, oi, oi, oiii. Give it a rest already, you…”
“That’s my line.”
“Hrk!… Uraaaah!”
Agaro-san drained his mug.
It looked like he forced it down with sheer willpower.
“Another round!”
“UOOOOOOHHHHH!”
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!”
“That’s 66 mugs!?”
“Sixty-six!”
Eh, they’ve drunk that much?
“What an idiot.”
“Yeah.”
I agreed with the exasperated Ms. Pachira.
And Agaro-san… Anyone could see he was clearly at his limit.
Compared to him, Megadia-san across the table…
Her face wasn’t red, and she didn’t look drunk at all.
But since it’s a drinking contest, that means she’s also drunk 66 mugs.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, Megadia-san drank from her extra-large mug.
“Puha! Another.”
The moment she emptied it, the surrounding crowd erupted.
“UOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!”
“Sixty-nine mugs!”
“That’s number sixty-nine, AAAAAHHHH!”
“This is… This is the Darkgulper!?”
“S-So strong!”
Sixty-nine mugs!?
“Well, that’s surprising.”
“…Agaro-san. He’s losing, isn’t he.”
“Mmm. That Agaro, losing…”
“He’s beaten not just Seekers strong against alcohol, but even tough Dwarves, you know.”
“It was said no one in Hydrangea could beat him. Ridiculous, but true.”
That’s why he’s banned from most taverns, right?
“And that Agaro-san is…”
“He doesn’t stand a chance.”
Agaro-san went down on his 67th mug.
The winner was Megadia-san, who drained her 80th mug.