This is a song that is extremely familiar but difficult to describe.

"This is a new song I wrote. It's a little strange to say it, but it appears in my mind like 'one light'. When the Frost Festival party this year, I will sing it with Galadia and Feo

Sonia sang along," Sonia suddenly turned her head, raising her chin and almost leaning on Griffith's shoulder, "Not bad!"

Griffith, who was already a little dizzy, quickly said with a big tongue: "It's wonderful, it seems to remind me of some memories, but it's not true."

"Yes~ It's so far away and unreal, as if we had known each other a long time ago in another world," the girl swayed on the bench, "I'm so happy to be with you all! Griffith, your life was always like this.

Of?"

Of course not~ Griffith turned his head and looked at the girl.

At that short moment, Sonia's delicate face and long pale golden hair reminded him of Krista's appearance deep in his memory. The temperaments of the two seemed to overlap briefly.

Sonia looked up at Griffith with her blue eyes, her crystal red lips so close...

 “Listen to me! Listen to me!”

Galadia suddenly knocked on the cup, interrupting the confused Griffith.

The elf raised the pumpkin with only half of the wine remaining, and said to everyone seriously: "We can't just drink up Griffith's wine and just forget about it."

 The apprentice knight immediately clenched his fists. Yes, you have to pay!

"If we wipe our mouths and leave every time after drinking, it won't be long before the entire storage room is drunk!" Galadia waved her right hand menacingly, "Every time we drink a pumpkin,

Just need to store another pumpkin’s wine!”

“That’s right!” Griffith’s friends shouted together, “Let’s go pick grapes and let him make new ones!”

 …

The good grapes that had just grown in the vineyard were collected, and the robbers, who were staggering when walking, simply cleaned them.

 Lana and Mediamaia found a shining stone trough from somewhere and poured the grapes into it.

Before Griffith could ask them what they were doing, several girls had already lifted their skirts, revealing their long white legs.

Sonia's face was flushed with blushes. She looked at Griffith's eyes with some embarrassment and quickly lowered her head: "This is my first time doing this, so I'm not very skilled at it."

 What are you going to do? Griffith was shocked.

“I don’t know much about the techniques in this area,” Galadia’s skirt had already been raised to the extreme height. “Sonia and I can last longer together.”

 What! So what are you going to do!?

Fiona's fingers gently slid across her fair legs: "Do we really need so many people together? Will we get it all over our bodies?"

What arrogant words!

Ophelia pulled up her hanging blond hair: "Be gentle, don't get it on your face and hair."

 Four girls held up their skirts and walked into the stone trough filled with grapes.

“Ah~ this,” Sonia covered her mouth and exclaimed, “Why, it’s so deep!”

The crystal-clear and plump fruits were hidden from the girls’ delicate ankles, and red liquid splashed out amidst bursts of slight noises.

 “It feels so weird!”

 “Weird, but very comfortable!”

 In the afterglow of the setting sun, the juice continued to gush out and splashed onto the long white legs of the four girls. The red grape juice was like summer fireworks, jumping in bursts of laughter and screams.

Griffith, Lana, and Median, who were all a little drunk just now, all stood aside in silence.

By the time the girls were tired of playing, the grapes in the stone trough had become the raw materials for fine wine.

Galadia wiped the bright red between her legs and carefully lowered her skirt: "It's getting late, let's go back first. It will be difficult to wash the school skirt if it gets stained."

“We can’t let the professors see us,” Sonia thought for a moment, “let’s sneak back through the stairs at the back door.”

“Then it’s up to you!” The girls waved to the silent boys, “We must cherish the fruits of our labor!”

The three Griffiths nodded together and watched the girls walk back with smiles.

When the flowing long hair disappeared around the corner of the city wall, there were only three assault cavalry left beside the summer pavilion who had been drinking all night.

I don’t know how long ago I had a drink with my comrades like this. It seemed like an era. However, tonight everyone has regained precious memories, reminding them of those familiar and happy days.

Everyone sat quietly, as if everything just happened was like a dream, and everyone was still in the dream and didn't want to wake up. Everything was said to each other in silence.

 This is the tacit understanding and true friendship between comrades-in-arms and close friends.

“There is a question, um~” Lana, still in the mellow intoxication, slowly whispered, “Fiona’s part should be able to be separated, after all, the grapes are all one by one.”

Milemeier shook his wine glass and nodded: "Ophelia stands on the far right."

 Griffith looked left and right, then stood up and walked aside vigilantly: "Since you are so insistent, then you can share a portion of the grapes, and the remaining juice is mine."

The comrades who returned from the east looked up into the stone trough together. There were traces of the girls' joy, flowing bright red and pieces of fruit pulp soaked in juice.

The refreshing cool breeze blows, and the drunkenness under the pavilion has disappeared, leaving only the shining light of swords and halberds and the murderous intent.

 The cold air is lingering, the momentum is growing, and the wildness is rampant.

 Lana stood up and took out his dagger from under his cloak: "You should know my attitude."

Medianmaea threw down his uniform and leaned down like a beast ready to attack.
Chapter completed!