"We were about to leave, S...Sir Yotum," Seraphine said, bowing her head a little.
"And who is this bastard with you?" Yotum said while looking toward Aizel.
When Aizel heard that, something inside him snapped. Once again, disgust and rage boiled inside of him like a volcano as he turned his head towards Yotum.
"Who the fuck you are calling a bastard, you fucking gender bender doll,"
Yotum's eyes went wide in surprise when he heard that.
"Look what do we have here, a brave and fearless kid," he replied.
Just as he was about to move towards Aizel, he suddenly stopped.
"No wonder you are fearless. It seems you have quite a backing kid."
"Shut the fuck up weak ass girl, Aizel replied, looking annoyed.
Yotum's eyebrows twitched after hearing that remark.
"Let's leave,"
Aizel, Hazel, and Seraphine started to leave the forest when Yotum spoke again.
"The next time I meet you, kid, you will regret your action today."
"The next time we meet again, you will regret being born as a human. You will wish you were a dog shitting all around Felgura City," Aizel replied and left.
As the three emerged from the dark forest, they were greeted by the sight of their trusty mounts, who were patiently tied to the sturdy trees.
They quickly mounted their reliable steeds and snuggled into the saddles.
The gentle touch of the reins in their hands gave them a sense of control and direction as they prepared to embark on the journey back to Felgura City.
"You should have just ignored him," Seraphine said, as they were on their way to the city.
"Just leave it now; let's focus on the roots we have now. Hazel, when you will be able to brew the potion?" He asked.
Hazel, who was struggling with her hair because of the wind, replied, "It may take a week for me to brew the potions."
"Nice,"
The trio returned, their journey's conclusion in sight, as the moon shed its silvery shine over the silent city.
There was a strange stillness to the streets as the night's quiet chatter enveloped everything. Waiting for the dawn to awaken the sleeping world, the silence of the hour held its breath.
Seraphine and Hazel bid their goodbyes, and Aizel headed back toward his inn.
The click of the key turning in the lock echoed through the room, announcing Aizel's return.
With a light push, the door swung open, and as soon as he crossed the barrier, he saw a scene bathed in soft, ethereal light.
Daisy sat in a quiet area of the room, perched on the window sill like a guardian of secrets. Her eyes were fixed on the world outside the window as if she were looking for comfort in the starry night outside.
"Why are you awake?" Aizel asked.
"I was waiting for you. You haven't eaten anything yet, right?
"Let me make something for you."
Aizel slightly shook his head.
"You should have gone to sleep; you know I can cook, right?"
"Yes, but I wanted to cook for you. You have a match today, right? I...I just wanted to cook something nice for you," She replied.
"Let's cook together then, shall we?"
"I won't reject that offer."
Daisy stood up and then followed Aizel towards the kitchen.
I haven't seen anyone making cake here. Do they not know how to cook or are they not available in our kingdom?" Aizel thought.
"Let me show you something special, Daisy. You will like it."
Aizel's hands moved quickly and with purpose, as he set out to make a delicious cake. He didn't just use normal methods; instead, he used his magical skills and added a touch of magic to his cooking.
With a wave of his hand, the microwave was forgotten, replaced by a magical container that emanated a soft glow.
Aizel carefully put the materials into the bowl, and their tastes and textures were mixed together in a beautiful way. The container, which was filled with his magic, promised to turn these simple materials into a work of art.
As Aizel stirred the batter, his gaze flickered mischievously toward Daisy, who remained blissfully unaware of his secret plans.
Concealed within the folds of his imagination, he conjured a bottle of luscious cream, materializing it seemingly out of thin air.
As the cake was baked, the smell of it filled the air and wrapped the kitchen in a sweet scent. The room turned into a safe place with sweet smells and whispering promises of treats.
Sprinkles of stardust fell softly onto the cake's surface, giving it an otherworldly shimmer and sugar flowers grew, adding a touch of fun.
He carefully put the cake on a clean plate. The beauty of the cake showed how skilled and creative he was.
Aizel cut the cake carefully to get a perfect piece, and the soft crumb gave way when he touched it with his knife.
Holding the slice on a small plate, he approached Daisy, a silent invitation sparkling in his eyes.
Aizel handed Daisy the plate without saying anything, and he gave her a small nod as he did so. Daisy's lips curled into a soft smile as she brought the bite to her mouth and savored the rich flavors that filled her senses.
As the cake touched her tongue, it's smooth texture and complex mix of sweet flavors danced on her tastebuds. She was so happy that a bit of cream stuck to her lips and cheeks. It was a sweet touch that came from her happiness.
Suddenly, Aizel's movements became bolder, his proximity closing the gap between them.
With a sly look in his eyes, he reached out a finger to Daisy's lips and gently brushed it over the cream.
In a bold act of closeness, Aizel's tongue followed the path of his finger, waking up his taste buds. In a sudden turn of events, Daisy's mischievous nature took hold as she seized a dollop of cream from the cake.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she playfully approached Aizel, her hand adorned with the creamy temptation.
She spread the creamy treat all over his face in one quick move, leaving a sweet trail behind her.
"Isn't that too much?" Aizel asked.
Daisy walked up to him and licked the cream from his right side, and she stared right into his eyes and asked, "Do you want me to clean it for you?"
Aizel gulped.
[It's happening; where is my popcorn?]
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