Goddess Zyraena gestured towards the sofa with a gentle nod. "Sit down, Han Seojun. There's much you need to understand."
Seojun watched as Goddess Zyraena snapped her fingers, and an ancient kitchen appeared around them, its rustic charm reminiscent of a time long past. Without a word, Zyraena turned her back to him and began preparing tea, her movements graceful and deliberate. Seojun could only see her back as she worked, but there was something comforting about the way she moved.
After a few moments, Goddess Zyraena turned and walked toward him, holding a single cup of tea. She sat down beside Seojun and handed him the cup, her smile so innocent and pure that it almost took him by surprise. Her expression radiated warmth and sincerity, devoid of any hidden motives.
Seojun noticed that she had only made one cup of tea. As he took it, he asked, "How about you?"
"No, I'm fine," Zyraena replied, her smile never wavering. "I really made it just for you."
