When Kira woke up the next day, she only felt a splitting headache as she stood up from her bed. “I actually slept for such a long time,” she murmured as she glanced at the bright sky outside her window. Bariston brought a bowl of hot soup over, “Lady Kira, you drank a lot of wine last night. I brought you a bowl of soup to sober you up a little bit.” “I drank too much?” Kira paused, “But I only drank one bottle of wine. I don’t think it’s enough for me to get drunk.” Bariston pondered and said, “I heard that the wine in this village is quite stronger than the one served in the castle.” Kira nodded her head and sighed, “Most probably. I don’t remember anything about what happened last night. You know that I have this habit. When I get drunk, I won’t be able to remember anything.” Kira