[The Outskirts of Champagne]
The bumpy little road twisted and turned with the terrain, and as far as the eye could see, vineyards spread everywhere.
It was April, and the withered grapevines were sprouting tender green buds. At first glance, it seemed as if the wooden stakes supporting the vines had come back to life.
The stakes, uniform in thickness and height, were neatly arranged on both sides of the road, resembling soldiers standing at attention, saluting the passersby.
By sheer coincidence, among the three travelers on the road, one really was a general, and another...
"Wow! So this is how grapes grow?! I always thought grapevines were thin and delicate, but they can grow as thick as tree trunks?"
[Novice Nun Liz] turned around, excitedly sharing her newfound knowledge with her companions, as though she had uncovered some grand secret.
"Stop shouting," the blonde knight coldly reprimanded. "Hold the reins properly, or you'll fall off the saddle."
