My grandfather, who was seriously ill and hospitalized, was a talkative and cheerful person. During his recovery period, he would tell me some weird and bizarre old stories. One of them was a story about a wine seller and a demon-killing fairy that I really liked. From my grandfather's narration, I felt as if I was immersed in that beautiful and dangerous era. I listened, experienced and was moved. The legend wafting in the strong aroma of wine was particularly moving.