Fresh fruit, steaming bread, golden-brown pastries, and a still-bubbling pot of herb tea were placed on the small wooden table. The garden's scent drifted in through the open windows, mixing with the warm aroma of food.
There were four chairs around the table, and two of them were already occupied by Xion and Serena.
Just as Xion finished placing pancakes on the table, Noxian rushed to his seat.
"Hurry up, brother. I am starving."
Xion flicked Noxian's forehead before sitting back. "You are always in a hurry."
It was not a lie, though. Noxian, being the one to handle most of the things related to Xion, was very busy.
Even with the help of Serena, Noxian did not want to take the risk of Xion being drugged again.
After that incident, both Serena and Noxian had become far more vigilant. Most of the village's day-to-day affairs were now under the careful administration of people they trusted without question.
