On the Odora plane, in Honey City of the Odola Imperial Nation.
Honey City, with its pleasant, warm, and comfortable climate, was an inconspicuous little city in the Odola Imperial Nation. After a fine rain washed away the restlessness and stifling heat of the Sunscorched Season, it seemed that in the span of a single night, the tranquil little city had been delicately painted in the colors of the harvest season. Amid this golden autumn, the weather was warm and fresh. Crowds, carriages, and horses occasionally passed along the broad, clean streets, whose greenery remained lush as golden chrysanthemums bloomed with welcoming smiles.
Perhaps because of the rainfall, although the irritating Sunscorched Season had only just ended, the modest Honey City showed no signs of desolation. Instead, the yellow leaves scattered across its stone roads lent even more distinctive charm to its original elegance...
Honey City lived up to its name by producing abundant honey, and deliciously sweet honey was an indispensable ingredient in making soft, chewy bread. Therefore, in this not particularly prosperous little honey city, the bread workshops that sent up wisps of cooking smoke every morning had always been one of the harmonious sights complementing the fragrance of sweet dew flowers.
This rare tranquility and scenery had always been the finest seasoning for enjoying good food. After being passed down through countless centuries, the beauty of flowers and cooking smoke had even become an indispensable part of Honey City.
And in a bakery on Honey Street in Honey City, this spirit of "good food and beautiful scenery" complementing one another was displayed to the fullest. For if someone entered a bread workshop called "Sweet Little Box" on a quiet morning, they would see a peaceful scene brimming with everyday life.
A beautiful girl dressed in a pale