After finishing their training, the two washed up briefly, threw on outer garments, and went to the dining room.
The morning sunlight finally filtered through the thin clouds into the room, illuminating the warm wooden dining table and the simple but thoughtfully prepared breakfast on it.
Emily had personally instructed the kitchen the day before that she did not want anything too greasy, so today they had fish soup and bread, served with a little salted butter and lightly pan-fried mushrooms.
"Not exactly lavish." Louis tore off a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup, and chewed slowly.
"But still quite good," Emily replied with a smile. She brought a spoonful of fish soup to her mouth and narrowed her eyes slightly.
The soup was made with Whitefin Clear Eel, a specialty of Red Tide. Its flesh was tender, smooth, and delicate, with all the bones removed, leaving only a mellow, savory flavor.
"This fish soup really is good."
The two ate breakfast quietly like that, occasionally exchanging a few gentle words. A long-absent sense of peace filled the room.
After all, several days had passed since the bustling wedding.
The lively noble guests and noisy banquets seemed like a fragment of a dream. Now they had all dispersed, leaving only the newlyweds to return to their own daily lives.
Even Duke Edmund and his wife had set off for Frost Glaive City the day before.
Yet compared with their departure, another person's leaving had made a deeper impression on Louis.
Eduardo Calvin, his third older brother.
Before leaving, he had smiled and patted Louis on the shoulder. "I happen to feel like traveling around a bit. Perhaps I can help you uncover some clues about the Brood Hives."
Louis had not exposed his identity. After all, the more