And with a very loud voice, a man brings a big barrel of grape-like fruits from the corner of the tavern and stirs it.
Is this the secret ingredient? Oh well, the fruits are delicious so it’s fine.
The bar continues to bustle with such a feeling.
As for Raphtalia’s arm-wrestling match, she insta-killed her opponent.
Who the hell can defeat her in arm wrestling?! And, there’s yelling.
Firo is singing enthusiastically with the bard.
It seems this change of pace was good.
While thinking that, I throw more grape-like fruits into my mouth.