There were ten glasses of wine on the table, and no palate cleansers were provided. It looked simple, but it was actually quite difficult. Without an exceptionally sensitive tongue, the flavors would inevitably get muddled. Ten minutes passed, and still no one stepped up to try. That antique wine glass wasn’t exactly rare, but no one wanted to embarrass themselves, so they simply watched in silence. Wesley was the first to give it a try. He failed on the last glass, unable to identify it. I looked at him as he returned in defeat and chuckled. “Do you really want that glass that badly?” Wesley nodded. “Of course. I’ve been collecting this set for ages. This is the last one. If I can’t complete the set, it’s really going to eat at me.” Just then, Trent, who had been toasting nearby, walked over. Seeing how downcast Wesley looked, he patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. This challenge probably isn’t going anywhere. No one’s going to get it right. We’ll just buy the thing afterward for a higher price.” I looked at him like he was an idiot. “Why pay for something you could get for free?” Trent had a good temper. He didn’t take offense at my jab. Instead, he just laughed. “This isn’t something just anyone can guess. Free doesn’t come that easy.” I grinned. “What if I help you win it?” Wesley’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?” “Of course. But on one condition.” Wesley blinked. “What condition?” “I’ll tell you later. Just owe me for now.” With that, I walked straight to the wine table. “Young lady, are you here to take the challenge as well?” the host asked the moment he saw me. I nodded. “Of course. Let’s begin.” One by one, I tasted the wines and named them all correctly. When I got to the last glass, I took a sip and said without hesitation, “Billionaire Vodka.” “I’m sorry, miss. You got the last one wrong,” the sommelier said beside me.Wesley sighed loudly, clearly disappointed. But I just smiled and shook my head. “No. I didn’t get it wrong.” “Miss, are you questioning my expertise?” The sommelier’s tone turned sour. “I’m an internationally certified sommelier invited to this event. I don’t make mistakes.” The guests around us burst out laughing. “Look at this bumpkin from a small town—daring to challenge a certified sommelier.” “She should be grateful she was even allowed to attend, and now she’s embarrassing herself.” “Get her out of here. She’s ruining the whole mood.” I looked the sommelier up and down. “You’re so famous, huh? How come I’ve never heard of you?” His face turned red. “Miss, that’s a rude and unnecessary insult.” “Why don’t you taste it yourself and tell us if it’s Billionaire Vodka or not?” I wasn’t angry—I just looked at him calmly. He took a sip, and his expression changed immediately. “Billionaire Vodka is a luxury vodka launched by the Leos Verres group. Each bottle contains five liters of pure vodka made from premium wheat, distilled five times using traditional methods. The production process includes ice filtration, birch charcoal filtration, and finally, filtration through crushed diamonds and gemstones. The packaging is extravagant, with white feathers and 3,000 sparkling diamonds. Every bottle is a handcrafted work of art.” After I finished, I smiled lightly at him. “You’re a sommelier. You didn’t know that?” His face flushed even redder. He stammered, “O-of course I know that.” I pressed on. “Then why did you say this glass wasn’t Billionaire Vodka?” He hesitated again, struggling to answer. “Because… because… the host told me it was Dracovia when he handed it to me…” “You didn’t even bother to taste it. You just guessed based on what someone told you. Honestly, I’m not sure how you became a certified sommelier.” By now, I wasn’t sugarcoating anything. The sommelier, who had only been embarrassed a moment ago, now looked insulted. “You probably just got lucky! And now you’re calling my credentials into question—who even are you? You clearly don’t have any training. What gives you the right to talk to me like this?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m a sommelier too.” He laughed. “That’s rich. Knowing a few wine names makes you a sommelier? Where’s your license? Let’s see it.” I shook my head. “I don’t have my license on me. But you’ve heard of Rarity, haven’t you?” He froze. “Rarity? You mean the youngest and most renowned sommelier on the werewolf continent?” “That’s right. I’m Rarity.”