"Oh, oh."
Lanci snapped back to reality, took a sip from the glass, and his gaze followed to the window directly in front of the table.
The branches and leaves gently swayed in the cool autumn wind, rustling softly.
Occasionally, one or two fiery maple leaves would fall with the wind, casting dappled shadows under the moonlight.
The night deepened, insects chirped, bringing the faint sound of the stream from the distant Great Monastery.
He was usually the one taking care of others, so being taken care of himself felt rare and cherished.
"The taste is quite addictive."
Lanci put down the glass, which he had unwittingly finished, and said to Talia.
Sweet with just the right amount of sourness, and mixed with the freshness of vegetables.
Although she didn't ask for his opinion, receiving such wonderful food meant that expressing appreciation was definitely the right thing to do.
