With the thunderous voice of the Earl of Angot and the cheers that resounded through the hall, the atmosphere of the Midsummer Gala became more and more enthusiastic, and the knights in the hall were finally no longer bound by etiquette, and the guests outside the hall were already in a profligate manner, laughing and noisy without any scruples.

No one would blame them, not even the knights of the Red Blood Castle who kept order in the feast.

After all, when the sun rises tomorrow, these people will go to the battlefield to fight the murderous centaur tribe in the Great Green Sea, and no one knows if they will come back alive.

All etiquette was put down, and the usual restraints were left behind, and the drunks in the hall staggered back and forth, and the ranger knights of the Broken Sword Tower and the noble councilors of the Heavenly Dome Palace hugged each other, swearing to call each other brothers.

The Counts had also left their seats to join their friends in the feast, and the usually mild-mannered Earl of Stormcastle was now disheveled and laughing uncontrollably with the other lords;

Count Eckert and old stubborn Guy Angot, who were usually the most noisy, hid under the pillars on the side, and drank a jug of wine, as if they were talking about the events of their youth.

On the side of the Imperial Mission, the serious Archduke Ully Wirtz was finally completely put down by Lusen with a cup of "humming sand" from the mountain rock castle, and his cheeks were flushed, and he was arguing with Lusen with drunken eyes, and quickly "transformed" from the Duke of Ellemont to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

He also has dark blue hair, silver-gray pupils, and red face, and is so proud that he will rise to the sky when he says it, and when he is refuted, he will try to mess around, and use his fists and teeth to "persuade" the other party.

If it weren't for the difference in their clothes, Loren would have confused the two of them a long time ago, but judging from the fact that the two were disheveled and still trying to bite each other's clothes, it might not take long to really lose the difference......

Even Charlotte had long since left her seat, completely gone, and the little wizard was easy to find, and unless there was an experiment, Al Yin would always go to bed early and wake up early, and had gone back to bed two quarters of an hour ago.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the black-haired wizard took a glass of wine and gently sipped it, and breathed a long sigh of relief from exhaustion, the noise in his ears and his brain anesthetized by alcohol made him want to hit his head directly on the table.

That's why I hate banquets, especially those with so many people......

According to Byrne's custom, such a grand banquet usually lasts until midnight or even before dawn the next day, and as the host of the banquet, he has to drink with all the guests who have not left all night, filling their stomachs with endless wines to let them enjoy themselves to the fullest.

However, seeing the self-satisfied appearance of the drunks in the hall, it should be possible to enjoy it to the greatest extent without having to help themselves......

Sighing silently, Loren, who was extremely tired, slowly got up, and Lusen and Yuri, who were still scuffling just now, were lying on the ground and hugging each other tightly, each biting each other's sleeves and collars in their mouths.

Carefully stepping over the two of them, Loren had taken off his cloak and left the hall of cups and plates, and strode into the deserted corridor.

After sending off two groups of drunkards and three sets of Byrne Knights, who had drunk to the point of fragmentation and drew their swords to fight him, Loren finally came to the door of his room.

Then, he saw a figure that had previously "disappeared".

Charlotte, dressed in a blood-red gold-rimmed dress, was leaning against the wall, disheveled to the point that her neck and collarbones were white, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at herself with drunken eyes.

"Yo, isn't this our new duke, Lord Loren Turin?" the excited countess struggled to open her sleepy eyes, and her tone was light but sluggish:

"You're not in the hall, how... How did you get here? I'm going to leave tomorrow... Still, why don't you have a drink?"

"It's getting late. Loren pointed to the porter behind her, and his tone was stiff: "This is my room." ”

"Your room? no, no, no, no... No, your room is on the rooftop, the bedroom of the Lord of the Red Blood Keep... That is, my original room. Charlotte's flushed face smiled and kept shaking her head:

"In other words, my original room is now your room... The room of the Lord of the Red Blood Keep... My room is your current room... Your room is my room... The room for both of us... Not right......"

Charlotte, talking to herself, pressed her hands to her temples, desperately thinking about a question that seemed to never come to fruition.

Loren frowned, "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk? How do people with the surname Turin ... How could you get drunk?!"

Obviously she was already delirious, but Charlotte, who heard this, immediately retorted, staggered in front of Loren, and pointed at the tip of Loren's nose with one hand on her waist and the other: "You, yes! It's you... You dare to underestimate me?!"

"I didn't. Loren tugged at the corners of his mouth, slowing down as much as he could despite his exhaustion: "I mean......"

"Less nonsense!" the drunken Charlotte waved her hand impatiently and pointed to the steps next to her:

"Sit down!"

After hesitating for a second, Loren sat silently beside her.

Charlotte, whose face was flushed, didn't know where to find a bottle of red blood wine, directly bit off the cork, poured a big sip herself, and then stuffed the bottle into his arms:

"Drink!"

The hot wine slurry entered his throat, and before Loren could open his mouth, the bottle was "snatched" back by Charlotte again, and he smothered the small half bottle.

"Thank you......"

Clutching the wine bottle, Charlotte suddenly spoke: "Loren Turin... The first time we met, I was actually trying to kill you......"

“... Leonardo Torino, your grandfather, left at a time when the Turin family needed help the most... I watched my father, who was helpless, carry the mess left by Roland... Getting emaciated ......"

"So when I saw you, I thought... This man, his grandfather, who had left behind the burden he was supposed to bear, who knew nothing about the suffering of Turin... Why should he, they, enjoy the stolen, carefree life?"

Charlotte, who was drunk and hazy, had a crystal water color between her eyebrows.

"Ain, Lusen, Isaac...... I am really jealous of you when I see that you have so many friends, friends who will support you in whatever you do, not vassals who will force you to do everything for a certain look. ”

"Hmm. ”

"You know... When you're gone, Uncle Eckert, the counts, they all want me to have a husband as soon as possible... At that moment, I suddenly came to my senses, and I would always be just a little girl, a woman, in their eyes......"

"The knights of Byrne never take women seriously. Charlotte took another sip.

"Hmm. ”

"I want to defeat them, not let them succeed, I want to make them stunned, their ambitions are frustrated, but I can't do it, the only thing I can do, the only thing I can do is ......"

With a deep cry, Charlotte reached out and hugged Loren, and the unresponsive Duke of Byrne was as stiff as a piece of wood.

He could clearly feel that the countess beside him, who was invincible in the daytime, was as delicate as a dandelion that disappeared with the wind, and a little exertion might hurt her.

Loren didn't dare to move her easily now, so he could only let Charlotte put his arms around his neck and lean most of his body on his shoulders.

"Na... Well, how about I send you back to your room?" Loren, whose throat twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched, asked tentatively, "It's cold outside, why don't you go back to ......bed?"

"Bell ——!"

The cold Hidden Blade stabbed out from under Charlotte's right wrist, almost against the tip of Loren's nose, and just looking at the blade in front of him made him feel cold.

"I'm not drunk yet, you big badass. Charlotte, who whispered softly, was drunk, hazy, with a bit of "threat", and raised her right hand with her Hidden Blade dangling in front of Loren's eyes:

"It's not going to be so easy to be fooled by you scoundrel... Hugh, don't want to take advantage of people's danger!"

Stiffening, Loren swallowed again.

"Don't move, it's here, let me lean on ...... for a while"

She raised her head, the corners of her mouth pressed to Loren's ear:

"Just this one night......

Other... Waiting for you to come back......"