Albert was quite satisfied with the meal. Most of it had been Spanish-style cuisine.
Among them was a chilled soup called "Andalusian Gazpacho," which Bard believed no one visiting Spain in summer should miss.
What impressed Albert most, however, was the Spanish seafood rice.
Rice was exceedingly rare in Europe.
European countries that treated rice as a staple could be counted on one hand, but there was no denying that Spanish seafood rice tasted truly wonderful—astonishingly so.
There was also a famous Spanish egg-and-milk dessert after the meal.
Well, it was really just pudding, but it tasted great.
The bartender also recommended Spain's famous Fruit wine to them.
However, Albert had no intention of drinking. After dinner, he planned to return to his room to rest and chat with Isobel about what he had seen in Spain.
Just as he was about to get up and head upstairs, the noisy bar gradually fell silent. Everyone turned to look toward the stage, as though a concert were about to begin.
"Yanila will sing three songs in the tavern tonight. She's the most famous female singer in Spain's magical community and has many fans across the international magical world." Bard introduced the sweet-looking blonde girl onstage to Albert. "She's also the bar owner's daughter."
There was no denying that Yanila was a very pretty blonde girl. She looked quite young, and her voice was sweet as well. But to Albert, she was merely decent. After all, he knew quite a few beautiful girls, so he was somewhat immune to so-called beauties.
However, after one song ended, Albert realized that all his attention had somehow become fixed on the singer. As he listened to her sing, an inexplicable sense of joy rose in his heart.
"Something's off."
Albert frowned and looked around. He