"Wait… could it be…?"
Timothy, a Holy Emperor-level warrior who could face entire armies without flinching, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His hands trembled slightly.
After a long day, all he had been thinking about was enjoying a nice, hearty dinner.
Then it hit him—his wife, the goddess Sylvia, had personally cooked the meal. And her cooking… well, it was the kind of food that could send even a Holy Emperor to the afterlife!
"Honey, you know what? On second thought, I think I'll go back to the fields for a bit. Maybe I'll skip dinner tonight."
Timothy could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead. He quickly grabbed a hoe, ready to make a run for it.
"You've been working all day. The sun's about to set. It's time to rest."
Sylvia's voice was soft and gentle as she lightly tugged on Timothy's arm.
Her eyes, like autumn's calm, were filled with concern and tenderness.
