Otherworldly Alchohol

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the town, Wataru and his companions found themselves at a cozy eatery that doubled as a tavern, guided there by Maskes.

The restaurant was small but welcoming, with a slightly larger counter and three small tables, giving it an intimate atmosphere. Wataru and his group had taken a seat at one of the tables in the back.

After visiting the hot springs earlier and worrying Maskes by not returning promptly, Wataru knew he had to explain the situation. Maskes had listened with curiosity, but by the time Wataru described how a gust of wind had almost exposed him as a peeping tom, Maskes couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh, so after I left the bath, all that happened? You had quite the ordeal," Maskes said with a grin.

"I nearly got misunderstood by both of them. It was tough," Wataru sighed.