Chapter 10: Cerven
Spent from their countless lovemaking sessions, Jett realized he was ravenous. A reminder that even the Warden Master needed both food and rest. Mia, by contrast, could go days without a meal, sustained solely by the world's ambient mana.
Blessed by nature and the moon, she had once served as the elf protector of the World Tree. Now she was the Warden Master's head maid, drawing on all her experience to serve him.
"Your breakfast is ready, Master Jett," Mia said, entering the dining hall with a tray.
He'd requested an elven breakfast, and the steam rising from forest mushroom omelets, fresh dandelion, and aromatic cheese made his stomach rumble. To the right of the main dish sat a jar of spring morning dew, cold and clear; on the left, a tiered stack of thin elven bread drizzled with honey.
"That's today's menu," Mia said, fingers clasped in front of her, offering a radiant smile before taking her place behind him, statue‑still.
"Thanks, Mia—seriously," Jett said, his response delayed by sheer awe.
Mia simply chuckled and dipped into a graceful bow.
He dove into the meal, his cheeks bulging as he devoured it—anyone with misophonia would have wanted to throttle him.
With his mouth still full, he mumbled, "Have you trapped those monsters?"
"Yes, Master Jett," Mia replied. "With your permission, I extended the Rose Garden's flowers to ensnare any intruders. They can't move."
"Perfect," Jett said, nodding.