"Free? Is it expired bread...?"
As she surveyed the assortment of breads and desserts before her, the silver-haired beauty Bronya frowned slightly, a trace of surprise appearing on her lovely face.
"Of course not. All this bread is freshly made, and the quality is guaranteed."
"You're a great hero of Belobog, Miss Bronya. Working so late must be exhausting."
"I don't have any expensive gifts to thank you with, so let me treat you this once, Miss Bronya. Please, take whatever you like..."
Wearing a white kitchen apron, the older woman looked at the poised, spirited silver-haired beauty before her with a beaming smile.
As residents of Belobog, they had all witnessed Miss Bronya's hard work and battles over the years as commander of the Silvermane Guards. Compared with the aloof, cold Guardian Cocolia, Miss Bronya seemed much more approachable.
Even outside the Silvermane Guards' defensive campaigns, Bronya gladly helped others, doing whatever good deeds she could.
And so, in Belobog, the Preservation City, Bronya had always enjoyed an outstanding reputation. She was practically synonymous with excellence, the enduring role model many parents held up for their children.
In short, Bronya was very popular, had an excellent reputation, and was deeply loved by the people of Belobog.
"Th-that wouldn't be right. I have money..."
Faced with the bakery owner's kindness, Bronya shook her head firmly and spoke with a gentle smile.
With supplies scarce in Belobog and living standards declining by the day, how could she bring herself to take advantage of working people?
But when Bronya felt around her waist, she found nothing there. Oh no... It looks like I left in such a hurry that I didn't even bring my wallet.
"Hehe... Miss Bronya, it really is all right. Please, choose whatever you like... We usually donate this