Another morning arrived, and the bright light of the sun shined through the forest. The life inside the forest began with their natural movements. Monsters and animals are running around. The chirping of birds acts as melody in the solemn environment.
The carriages of the escort of Nadine began their preparations, joining in the campfire for breakfast. Killian served them a massive pot of soup. Making the start of the day for everyone bright and lively.
"Killian, you don't need to cook for us every day. It would be bad if we ended up relying on you too much, given that we will take separate ways when we arrive in the capital," Meylee said, watching Killian as she sat at the log, holding a wooden bowl of boar soup.
Killian chuckled. "I love cooking for all of you, though," he replied.
"If you are going to leave us soon, it will be great to enjoy the taste of your cooking while it lasts," one of the butlers said, laughing.
