My Beloved Dog is the Strongest in Another World

plied to Ms.
Anne, who muttered her praises.
And then her attention moved to Mr.
Ekenhart.

While he stopped for a moment at how put off Ms.
Claire looked as she sighed, he soon went back to eating hungrily.

Perhaps he was right.
It was best to eat good food without worrying about how you looked.

…Leo was doing the same thing.

“Mmm! …Leaving that aside, what are your plans for today, Mr.
Takumi?”
“Me? I…”

Mr.
Ekenhart had already finished eating.
That was fast…

He was now asking me about my plans, but I had a feeling he was just trying to distract Ms.
Claire.

In fact, both Ms.
Claire and Ms.
Anne were looking towards me as if they were also interested.

…Ms.
Anne too? Well, I suppose it was fine.

“After breakfast, I will make the herbs for Ms.
Kalis’s store, as I always do.
I do not want them to run out of stock.”

“Yes, that’s true.
Though, I doubt they are in any danger of that… But I suppose a steady supply of Ramogi is important.”

Said Mr.
Ekenhart with a nod.

We had removed the cause of the disease, and dealt with the malicious store.

As long as there was enough Ramogi to go around, then the disease would stop spreading.

Though sadly…it wasn’t something that would happen immediately.

“Also… Milina and I have to study to concoct some medicine.
And after lunch, Leo and I will go and see the wine that Ms.
Helena made.”
“Hmm, I see.
Good, good.
So that means the wine will be drinkable by dinner time?”
“If everything goes well…”

“Father, are you really that impatient to drink the wine?”
“Yes.
After tasting the juice… Why wouldn’t I be looking forward to it?”

“That may be the case, but…”

“Yes, it was very delicious.
And so I am also looking forward to drinking it as wine! But why was it turned into juice in the first place?”

“It was your fault! Your fault! It was dangerous and made people sick!”

Ms.
Anne…

Did she already forget that it was her idea?

Well…perhaps she didn’t know what wine or how it was done.

…Or she really was that forgetful.

“Huh?”
“What is it?”

As I smiled and watched Ms.
Claire berated her, Mr.
Ekenhart suddenly raised his voice as if he had remembered something.

“No…about the wine in Range village… It was being sent to the count’s lands as well.
Mostly to Barsler himself… But I was wondering why he hasn’t become sick?”
“Ah, I see.
Yes, one would wonder about such things.”
“Do you know something, Mr.
Takumi?”
“Well, yes.”

Mr.
Ekenhart was right to question it.

The infected wine was being sent to Count Barsler as well… That was what Mr.
Hannes had said.

While I hadn’t talked about it with Mr.
Ekenhart, he was the duke, and must be aware of export from his towns and villages.

However, then why was the count not sick… I thought back on my conversation with Mr.
Hannes as we waited for Phillip to bring the wagons to Range village.