At this moment, the night was deep.
After sending away the vassals who came to pay respects, Losa returned to the main hall of the Lord's Hall.
Inside the hall, dozens of candles were burning, yet it still appeared somewhat dim.
Jeanne, who had enjoyed herself thoroughly at the feast, had two red clouds on her cheeks, but her gaze remained clear and bright as she raised a bottle of wine to drink heartily.
"Ha, what sweet wine this is."
"My lord, look how beautiful the moon is tonight, and with such delicious food and wine, come and drink with me."
Losa took the bottle from her hands, looking at it with some heartache: "This bottle is a Bordeaux wine produced by a monastery in Gaul, worth ten Suludes gold coins, and considering the transport costs, at least three times that. It's a gift from Baron Argon, and I was going to use it to entertain guests."
"But I am a guest too."
