"Hey, you guys~ Then you can treat me to this meal," the elf's face returned to a brisk smile, "Just for this matter, your after-school time must be filled up."

"Yes," Griffith said with a bit of pain when he said this, "I originally wanted to investigate the relationship between Isis and the Beyelancook gang, as well as the origin of his magical creatures, but I delayed it because I didn't have time.

Fortunately, I won’t waste time on wine anymore, so I have free time again.”

"Thank you for knowing that, boss, let me have another beer!" The girl complained dissatisfiedly, "Don't you regret that all your time has been wasted?"

Her face was already stained with a faint blush, and the butterbeer was quite strong.

"It's not bad~" Griffith was sure something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. "I want to prepare a good Frost Festival gift, and I can't send flower tea this time."

"Ah, you said this," the elf suddenly became energetic and his eyes became much gentler, "it's enough for the gift to be thoughtful."

…

"By the way, I asked the people from Larmore House to help me investigate the intelligence of Isis, the Cook gang and Rudias. They should give me a letter after a while. Your imprisoned tribesman,

What happened next? Do you have any clues?"

After dinner, Griffith took the elf back who still wanted to play elsewhere. Tomorrow is not a rest day once a week. It would not be good if he missed the door or delayed tomorrow's affairs.

"Nothing can be found~" The elf, who smelled of alcohol, gently pressed against his arm and staggered forward.

There seems to be some wonderful flavor fermenting in the autumn night.

Maybe now is a good time.

Griffith's thoughts turned around a few times. Why did Galadia go to the vicinity of Manisa Village and meet him there? He had always wanted to know the answer to this question, but had never had the chance to find out.

"Now, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time," Griffith lowered his head slightly and came close to the elf's ear.

The drunk elf seemed to suddenly stop for a moment. He glanced at the trainee knight with somewhat blurred eyes and quickly looked away.

"That's right." Griffith began to consider his words.

"Ah~ I feel so dizzy~" Galadia suddenly pulled her hood, lowered her head, and hurriedly walked towards the stone bridge.

What's wrong? I didn't say anything yet. Griffith followed up and looked around.

Not far from the shopping street, a group of first-year students from Homewood Watts were gathering outside the bar, talking and laughing. The two of them walked unnoticedly away from the crowd, avoiding everyone's sight.

They almost saw him. Griffith suddenly realized that it would be a little inconvenient if his classmates saw him and Galadia alone.

Among a group of laughing classmates, Griffith spotted Aaron. He had not seen any special behavior since that night. With impeccable elegance, he quietly drank in a corner of the crowd.

Drinking wine, the cheerful freshmen were talking and laughing, but they looked like followers who were clearing the way for him.

Griffith couldn't help but stare at Aaron in the crowd for a while. At this moment, he suddenly noticed a man walking past Aaron in the bar, and seemed to secretly hand something to him.

This man was wearing a tight hood. Before Griffith could take a closer look, the blond boy with red eyes had already turned his gaze and looked at Griffith outside the bar with an irresistible and deep gaze.
Chapter completed!