《A Healer's Guide to Baking》


 Chapter 1: Baking from scratch can be intimidating and overwhelming.

    Nestled in the eastern region of the continent of Zeltharia, Eldoria is a bustling town known for its vibrant markets, diverse inhabitants, and strategic location at the crossroads of several major trade routes. The town is a haven for treasure seekers, merchants, and explorers, all drawn by the promise of fortune and glory. Its streets are lined with taverns that echo with tales of daring quests and legendary battles, while shops offer exotic goods and rare artifacts from distant lands. Eldoria¡¯s skyline is dominated by the imposing silhouette of Castle Eldor, an ancient fortress that now serves as the Guild Registry''s branch office, dedicated to maintaining records of guilds, providing quests, and safeguarding the realm from a myriad of threats. In Eldoria, every corner brims with opportunity, and the spirit of adventure is a constant presence, weaving through the lives of all who call this dynamic town home.


    Among the many guilds in Eldoria, three stand out for their influence and unique contributions to the town¡¯s vibrant community. The Golden Sentinels, led by the formidable Kael Stormborn, are renowned for their combat prowess and unwavering commitment to protecting the realm. The House of Versare, an all-female guild headed by the charismatic Heena Shaekh, is celebrated for its skilled artisans and powerful sorceresses who bring both beauty and strength to their endeavors. Lastly, Exousia, under the joint leadership of Rieze Crestfall, Gress Windwalker, and Serys Larkwell, embodies a harmonious blend of adventurers with different goals and interests, making it a cornerstone of Eldoria¡¯s adventuring scene. Today marks Exousia¡¯s 10th founding anniversary.


    The Great Hall of Exousia shimmered with golden light as enchanted lanterns floated gracefully above the long oak tables. The air was alive with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the warm, inviting scent of roasted meats and fresh-baked pies. Banners of the guild, burgundy red and black with a large intricately designed golden scale in front, hung prominently, adding to the festive atmosphere. Both young novices and senior veterans helped each other arrange the final decorations for the night¡¯s grand celebration.


    At the heart of the commotion stood Serys Larkwell, the guild¡¯s vice-captain and one of its founding members, directing a group of junior mages struggling to hang the guild crest.


    ¡°Careful with that spell,¡± Serys said, her tone gentle but firm. ¡°You¡¯re about to set the crest on fire, not attach it to the wall.¡±


    The younger mage flushed red, shyly muttering an apology as they adjusted their focus. Serys gave a small, reassuring smile.


    ¡°You¡¯re a saint, Vice Captain,¡± the mage mumbled, trying to balance their spell work. ¡°We¡¯d be hopeless without you.¡±


    Serys chuckled, her eyes soft with affection. She enjoyed teaching, even though it took more patience than she often had. Being the steady presence in the guild, the one who held things together, was something she had long grown accustomed to.


    Just then, a familiar voice broke her concentration.


    ¡°Serys, you¡¯re wasting time with the novices again,¡± came the voice of Rieze Crestfall, the guild¡¯s captain, and her oldest and closest friend.


    His polished armor gleamed in the warm glow of the lanterns, and his intense, dark watchful eyes seemed to take in everything at once. Rieze was one of the tallest members of the guild, his muscular frame towering over her, though his stern yet reassuring presence made him a figure of command and respect rather than intimidation.


    ¡°Try being soft on them, Rieze,¡± she replied with a playful smirk, shaking her head. ¡°Not everyone learns by smashing their mistakes with an axe.¡±


    Rieze snorted, clapping her on the back with such force that she stumbled slightly.


    ¡°That¡¯s why we¡¯re a good team, Serys. You keep them in line, and I keep them on their toes.¡±


    Serys smiled, warmth flooding her chest. For a decade, they¡¯d shared the responsibilities of leading the guild¡ªRieze as the bold and brash captain, Gress Windwalker as the comic relief, and Serys as the quiet, steady vice-captain who patched up the aftermath of his daring plans. It had been a good partnership. They balanced each other in ways no one else could.


    Rieze¡¯s laugh faded, and he grew serious again, his sharp eyes studying the young mage. His introverted nature often led others to underestimate him, but Serys knew better. He was cunning, always thinking several steps ahead, and his quiet demeanor masked a mind that was constantly strategizing. It was this duality that made him such an effective leader, capable of guiding the guild through countless dangers with a steady hand.


    ¡°Don¡¯t forget, Serys,¡± Rieze said quietly, his voice carrying a weight that belied his relaxed posture, ¡°you¡¯re the one who keeps us grounded. Without you, this place would fall apart.¡±


    Serys smiled, the compliment warming her. She knew Rieze meant every word. Despite his reserved nature, he valued her presence deeply, understanding that her balance was the glue that held their chaotic family together.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    Just then, a burst of laughter heralded the arrival of Gress Windwalker. The silver-haired elven paladin bounded in, his lean frame moving with surprising agility. His laughter filled the space as he made a joke about Rieze¡¯s lack of tact.


    ¡°Careful, Rieze, you might scare the poor mage with that glare,¡± Gress teased, his silver eyes glinting with mischief. His infectious, bubbly personality contrasted sharply with Rieze¡¯s gruffness. Always the comic relief, Gress¡¯s goofy antics and risk-taking nature brought a lightness to the guild that was much needed.


    He clapped Serys on the back next, his easy smile making his teasing remarks all the more charming. ¡°You know, you¡¯re always the last one to pick up the pieces, Serys. Good thing you have so much patience¡ªbecause I sure don¡¯t!¡±


    Serys rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her gaze made it clear she didn¡¯t mind the teasing.


    ¡°Someone has to hold things together when you two cause chaos,¡± she shot back, grinning as Gress and Rieze exchanged playful glares.


    The evening unfolded with an infectious energy as the sun dipped below the horizon. Guild members flooded into the hall, their faces lit with excitement, ready to celebrate their shared achievements. The long oak tables filled quickly with food, drink, and laughter as stories of past adventures were exchanged.


    ¡°Vice Captain Larkwell!¡± one of the junior rogues called out, raising a mug of ale. ¡°A toast to the woman who kept us all alive after that room of mimics mission!¡±


    The hall erupted in cheers, and Serys chuckled as she raised her own glass. It was moments like these¡ªwatching her guildmates, her friends, happy, whole, and thriving¡ªthat made her years of hard work worthwhile.


    As the night wore on, Serys moved through the crowd, checking on the food, chatting with old friends, and laughing at exaggerated tales of their adventures. But amidst all the joy, she couldn¡¯t shake the growing weight in her chest. The decision she had been carrying for months now seemed to press down on her with an undeniable force.


    Her time with the guild had been filled with fun and purpose, but lately, a quiet voice in her heart had grown louder¡ª whispering of a life beyond the call of duty. A life where she could finally chase the dream she had tucked away for too long.


    As the evening drew on, Rieze stood at the head of the table, slamming his tankard down twice to grab the room¡¯s attention. His deep voice cut through the chatter, demanding silence with an air of authority only he possessed. His gruff exterior and no-nonsense attitude had always kept the guild in line, but there was an undeniable pride in his eyes as he addressed his comrades.


    ¡°Everyone!¡± he roared, his voice filled with a mix of pride and mirth. ¡°A decade ago, we were just a bunch of misfits with more courage than sense. Now look at us! One of the longest-standing guilds this side of the continent!¡±


    A round of applause and cheers filled the hall. Rieze raised his hand to request silence, his expression becoming serious. "However, I cannot accept all the credit without recognizing one individual, aside from Gress¡ª" there was laughter as Gress made rude gestures towards Rieze, who continued, "¡ªwho has helped sustain this guild through all the turmoil. Our vice-captain, Serys Larkwel!"


    The crowd erupted in applause, and Serys rose from her seat, giving Rieze a wry look. ¡°You always did love putting me on the spot,¡± she muttered, though her lips quirked into a smile.


    Stepping forward, she raised her hands, asking for quiet.


    ¡°Thank you, Rieze, and thank you all,¡± she began, her voice steady but filled with warmth. ¡°Ten years ago, we were three friends with different interests but one dream. Together, we¡¯ve built something incredible. We¡¯ve faced dragons, bandits, guild house renovating problems, and more near-death experiences than I care to count, but we¡¯ve always come out stronger. You¡¯ve all made this guild a family.¡±


    Her words were met with cheers and raised glasses, but Serys wasn¡¯t finished. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as a flicker of uncertainty crossed her features. She met Rieze¡¯s and Gress¡¯s eyes¡ªtheir gaze both confused and knowing, as if they already suspected what was coming.


    ¡°But every adventure has its turning points,¡± she continued, her voice softening. ¡°And tonight, I have an announcement of my own.¡±


    The hall grew quiet, the guild members leaning in to hear her next words.


    ¡°For ten years, I¡¯ve given everything I have to this guild,¡± she said, her gaze sweeping over the room. ¡°And it¡¯s been the greatest honor of my life. But I¡¯ve also carried a dream of my own, one that has nothing to do with monsters or relics or battlefields.¡±


    She paused, glancing at Rieze, her heart racing as she finally shared the truth. ¡°As of tonight, I¡¯m stepping down as vice-captain. I¡¯m retiring to pursue that dream.¡±


    A murmur rippled through the crowd. Rieze, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. ¡°And what dream might that be, Serys?¡±


    Her smile softened, a rare warmth lighting her features as she spoke the words that had been weighing on her heart for months. ¡°I¡¯m going to open a bakery.¡±


    For a moment, the room was utterly silent. Then someone near the back burst into laughter, quickly stifled by an elbow to the ribs. Rieze¡¯s lips twitched, a teasing smile forming despite his surprise.


    ¡°A bakery?¡± Rieze¡¯s voice held a hint of amusement. ¡°You¡¯re trading spells for pastries?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I¡¯m doing,¡± she replied proudly and confidently, her tone unwavering. ¡°I want to create something that brings people joy without the threat of danger. A place where travelers and townsfolk alike can rest and share stories over fresh bread and hot coffee.¡±


    Laughter and a few bewildered protests rang out, but the applause quickly followed. Rieze stepped forward, clapping her on the shoulder.


    ¡°Well, Serys, you¡¯ve always had a knack for mending things. I reckon you¡¯ll do just fine mending broken hearts with pies instead of poultices.¡±


    The room erupted into cheers and applause, and Serys felt a weight lift from her chest. Her decision was made, and the next chapter of her life awaited¡ªa quieter, simpler adventure that she could call her own.


    But even as the celebration continued, she couldn¡¯t ignore the bittersweet feeling that lingered in her heart. Rieze¡¯s gaze met hers across the room, and for a moment, she saw something deeper in his eyes¡ªsomething he hadn¡¯t yet said aloud. Rieze Crestfall had been her rock, her oldest friend, and she could feel that tonight was a turning point for more than just her.


    Gress''s laughter interrupted the moment as he made a joke at Rieze''s expense. Nevertheless, Serys couldn''t ignore the sense of warmth she felt upon realizing that her journey was about to change, but she would not face it alone.

 Chapter 2: Gather the essential tools

    The morning sun bathed the bustling streets of Eldoria in a golden light, highlighting the town¡¯s lively charm. Eldoria wasn¡¯t just a hub for adventurers; it was a merchant¡¯s haven, with rows of shops offering everything from enchanted weapons to rare spices. Merchants called out their wares, tourists marveled at the displays, and adventurers restocked supplies before their next quests.


    At the heart of the town, near the adventurers¡¯ guild, stood a bakery and two cafes, all vying for attention. Each had its own flair: the bakery specialized in elaborate wedding cakes and rustic bread, while the cafes catered to a mix of locals and travelers with steaming cups of coffee and fragrant teas. But soon, Eldoria would have something entirely unique¡ªa place that no other bakery or cafe could rival.


    Serys Larkwell, Exousia¡¯s soon-to-be former vice captain, stood in the middle of the marketplace, a bag slung over her shoulder and a sparkle of determination in her amber eyes. She strolled through the streets with purpose, her long braid swinging with every step, glistening a fiery red under the morning light.


    Serys wasn¡¯t just an adventurer or a healer. Her years of experience in the field, and her mastery in alchemy, gave her a unique edge. She didn¡¯t just create potions for personal and guild use; she learned every property of an ingredient she put in her cauldron, discovering that some didn¡¯t just add magical or physical attributes to a potion but could also flavor a dish. She was also clever, taking advantage of her position in the guild by having her guild members try and test the recipes she came up with¡ªnot just potions and ampoules, but also food.


    For example, after finding out that cinnamon could boost magical resistance, she made cinnamon rolls for a party of novices who were about to gather fire essences from a horde of fire boars. ¡°Remember, eat the rolls before starting to attack the boars,¡± she told them. The young guild members came back to the guild house unscathed from fire and wind damage.


    Without knowing why Serys was giving them food before going on a quest, these edible creations became an occasional treat for her guildmates for years. But now, they were about to become something more.


    While drifting into a hundred recipes in her head, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps behind her.


    ¡°Vice Captain Larkwell!¡±


    She turned to see Iona, a young dwarf healer, rushing toward her. Behind her followed Ronan, a young warrior apprentice with unruly curls and an expression caught between determination and panic.


    ¡°Serys,¡± Iona began, breathless, ¡°we¡ªwe wanted to talk to you about your announcement last night.¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t leave!¡± Ronan blurted out, his hands flailing slightly. ¡°The guild won¡¯t be the same without you. You¡¯re¡­ you¡¯re the glue that holds everything together!¡±


    Serys tilted her head, amused by their earnestness. ¡°The guild will be fine without me,¡± she said gently. ¡°You have Rieze, Gress, and the rest of the guild. You¡¯ll soon have another vice captain elected. Besides, this isn¡¯t about leaving¡ªit¡¯s about starting something new.¡±


    ¡°But¡ª¡± Iona began, only to be cut off by a raised hand.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you come with me,¡± Serys said, her voice calm but firm. ¡°I want to show you something.¡±


    The two novices exchanged a glance but fell into step beside her as she led them away from the busy marketplace and toward the quieter outskirts of Eldoria.


    A dilapidated two-story house stood at the edge of town; its shutters were crooked, the paint was peeling, window panes shattered, and dead grass grew everywhere. Half of its roof had caved in, and a faded sign hung by a single chain. The words Moonlit Haven could barely be deciphered beneath the layers of grime.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    ¡°This,¡± Serys said, gesturing to the decrepit structure, ¡°is my dream.¡±


    Ronan frowned. ¡°This is why you¡¯re leaving the guild? To¡­ fix this?¡±


    Iona¡¯s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. ¡°But¡­ it¡¯s falling apart!¡±


    Serys crossed her arms, a small confident smile tugging at her lips. ¡°This may look like a mess to you now, but to me, it¡¯s an opportunity. A place to create something different¡ªsomething meaningful.¡±


    ¡°But why?¡± Iona asked, her voice quiet. ¡°Why leave everything you¡¯ve built at the guild?¡±


    Serys didn¡¯t answer immediately. Instead, she placed her hand on the faded sign, her expression softening. ¡°Let me tell you a story.¡±


    ¡°Do you know how our guild was founded?¡± Serys began, glancing back at the two novices.


    Iona and Ronan exchanged puzzled looks before shaking their heads.


    ¡°There were three of us,¡± Serys continued. ¡°Rieze, Gress, and I. We were young and passionate, but more than anything, we wanted a place where we could combine all the things we loved¡ªadventuring, crafting, learning. The guild was supposed to be more than just a headquarters for quests. It was meant to be a home. A place where friends could come together, no matter their calling.¡±


    Ronan frowned. ¡°So what happened?¡±


    Serys smiled wistfully. ¡°Life happened. We grew, the guild grew, and soon it became something bigger than we ever imagined. Rieze loved leadership, and Gress became obsessed with the adrenaline of raids. As for me¡­¡± She paused, her gaze turning toward the shabby cafe. ¡°I loved adventuring, but my heart was always drawn to quieter pursuits. Baking, cooking, decorating, planning parties¡­ creating things that bring comfort to others.¡±


    Iona¡¯s expression softened. ¡°And now you want to go back to that.¡±


    Serys nodded. ¡°This bakery will be more than just a business. It¡¯ll be a place where adventurers can rest, where locals can gather, where magic and comfort meet. It¡¯s my way of carrying on the spirit of what we started all those years ago.¡±


    Iona and Ronan exchanged another glance, and this time, there was something different in their eyes¡ªunderstanding.


    ¡°I still think you¡¯re crazy,¡± Ronan muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. ¡°But¡­ I guess I get it.¡±


    ¡°Do you?¡± Serys asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°Because if you do, I might just have a proposition for you both.¡±


    Ronan blinked. ¡°A¡­ proposition?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to need help,¡± Serys said, a sly smile curving her lips. ¡°Iona, Cookery is your secondary skill. Ronan, you¡¯re learning alchemy. Imagine what we could create together¡ªa bakery that serves not just delicious food, but food that heals, strengthens, and inspires. What do you say? Also you will both be paid employees,¡± Serys winked at both of them.


    The two novices stared at her, wide-eyed.


    ¡°You want us to leave the guild?¡± Iona asked hesitantly.


    ¡°Of course not!¡± Serys corrected. ¡°Just¡­ expand your horizons. This will be a new kind of adventure. Also, it¡¯s hard to recruit these days,¡± she added, chuckling in embarrassment.


    There was a long pause before Iona broke into a tentative smile. ¡°Okay. I¡¯m in.¡±


    Ronan groaned but nodded. ¡°Fine. But if I get stuck cleaning an oven, I¡¯m quitting.¡±


    Serys laughed; her heart lighter than it had been since her announcement. This wasn¡¯t just a step closer toward her dream; it was the start of something she only imagined.


    Serys and her two new companions, Iona and Ronan, spent the rest of the day brainstorming how to fix up the house. They made lists of supplies they would need, planned out the layout of the bakery, and even experimented with a few recipes.


    By evening, the small cottage was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. Iona discovered how to bring out the potential flavor and attributes of ingredients added to the dough after learning it from Serys, creating loaves that not only satisfied hunger but also eased minor wounds and fatigue. Ronan, with his knowledge of herbs and potions, crafted unique elixirs that added a magical twist to their coffee and tea-based drinks.


    As they worked, laughter and conversation flowed easily. The camaraderie that had been a hallmark of their guild days was rekindled, and Serys felt a renewed sense of purpose. This bakery was more than just a selfish wish; it was becoming a beacon of hope and community.


    ¡°So what are you going to call this place?¡± Iona asked, watching a tea leaf float in her drink.


    Serys paused, considering the question. ¡°How about ¡®The Enchanted Hearth¡¯? It feels fitting, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    Ronan chuckled. ¡°It certainly does. It¡¯s got a nice ring to it.¡±


    As the night deepened, they sat around the worn wooden table, sharing stories and dreams, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow over their faces. Serys looked at Iona and Ronan, gratitude swelling in her chest. ¡°Thank you,¡± she said softly. ¡°For believing in this dream with me.¡±


    Iona smiled, her eyes shining. ¡°It¡¯s not just your dream anymore, Serys. It¡¯s ours.¡±


    Ronan raised his mug in a toast. ¡°To new adventures.¡±


    They clinked their mugs together, sealing their pact. Outside, the stars twinkled like promises of a bright future.


    As dawn approached, they knew the real work was only beginning. But with their combined skills and unyielding spirit, they felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

 Chapter 3: Gather the essential ingredients

    Serys spent the next few days completing paperwork for the guild, ensuring she left nothing unfinished to avoid Gress''s complaints.


    "While you''re at it, do mine too!" Gress called out. They often handled guild tasks together not just because Gress provided the comedic relief for any stressful, deadline-ridden situations, but also because Serys made sure he finished his share of their guild duties before running off and disappearing for days with his party or his young apprentices.


    "If I do your work, your budget will lose a number."


    "I''ll finish the raid schedule myself," Gress replied, scratching his head.


    Serys managed the budget, events, and recruitment of the guild. She handled paperwork for guild house repairs, seasonal and external events, and next year''s recruitment plan. She aimed for her successor to continue or enhance her projects without issues. She also led a few more quests with novice members since some of them needed money for gear upgrades and repairs, and a few required her guidance to make healing ampoules, which was an opportunity she used to test more of her recipes for flavor and effect.


    "These are people, Serys, not subjects for recipe testing," Rieze remarked.


    "For your information, they accepted the pastries and drinks I made for them with gratitude. None of them had died, so far," Serys responded confidently.


    "So what¡¯s next? Are you going to ask the new mages to make you a freezing room or an oven? Are you going to ask the young healers for their mana, and the master carpenters to make you tables?" Gress asked.


    "That''s not actually a bad idea," Serys said, placing both hands on her waist.


    Rieze and Gress looked at each other, understanding what might happen next.


    The following morning started with a clear dawn, as sunlight entered through the windows of Exousia¡¯s Guild House, popularly called Exia House. Since quests could start at various times and may keep members out of town for days, Rieze ensured that all guild members had breakfast together to maintain connections before starting each day, creating a lively atmosphere in the dining hall. Serys, too, was already awake, preparing lists and organizing her belongings in her room carefully.


    The creak of the door broke her concentration. Gress strolled in, his silver hair loose around his pointed ears and his characteristic grin firmly in place.


    ¡°Morning, Serys,¡± he said brightly, plopping himself down in a chair. ¡°Still pretending to retire, or are you having second thoughts yet?¡±


    ¡°Good morning to you too, Gress,¡± Serys replied, not looking up from her parchment. ¡°No second thoughts. And I¡¯m not pretending.¡±


    ¡°Hmm,¡± Gress hummed, resting his chin on his hand. ¡°You know you¡¯re leaving me to deal with Rieze alone, right? He¡¯s insufferable without you keeping him in check.¡±


    Serys chuckled softly. ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll manage. Besides, you¡¯re the one that needs babysitting!¡±


    Before Gress could retort, the door opened again, revealing Rieze. He stepped inside quietly, his imposing frame seeming to take up more space than it actually did. His dark hair fell over sharp, intelligent eyes, which scanned the room before settling on Serys.


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    ¡°Serys,¡± he said, his voice low but steady. ¡°We need to talk.¡±


    Gress leaned back in his chair with a grin. ¡°Let me guess. You¡¯re here to convince her not to leave too.¡±


    Rieze¡¯s gaze flicked to Gress before returning to Serys. ¡°Yes.¡±


    Serys sighed, setting down her quill. ¡°I appreciate your concern, but¡ª¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not just concern,¡± Rieze interrupted, stepping forward. ¡°You¡¯re a pillar of this guild. You¡¯ve always been the one to keep everything balanced¡ªbetween Gress¡¯s impulsiveness and my¡­ tendencies to focus on the big picture.¡±


    ¡°You mean your tendency to overthink everything,¡± Gress interjected with a laugh.


    Rieze ignored him. ¡°The point is, we need you, Serys. The guild needs you.¡±


    Gress stood and stretched, his grin fading into something softer. ¡°Yeah, what he said. We¡¯re a team, Serys. Have been for years. What¡¯s the guild without you?¡±


    Serys met their gazes, first Rieze¡¯s, then Gress¡¯s. She could see the sincerity in their eyes¡ªtheir reluctance to let go. But she also knew in her heart that her decision was the right one.


    Instead of answering, she folded her parchment, tucking it into her satchel. ¡°Instead of lazing around in my room, why don¡¯t you two help me do my errands,¡± she said simply. And even before Gress managed to sneak out, Serys grabbed his collar and dragged him out of her room.


    Gress blinked. ¡°H-hey! I just bought this tunic! What errands?¡±


    ¡°To the market,¡± she replied, picking up her bag. ¡°I have ingredients to buy.¡±


    Rieze raised an eyebrow. ¡°Serys¡ª¡±


    ¡°If you really want to understand why I¡¯m leaving, you¡¯ll come with me,¡± she said, her voice calm but firm. ¡°Besides, I could use the help.¡±


    Gress exchanged a glance with Rieze before shrugging. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t have anything better to do.¡±


    Rieze sighed, running a hand through his hair. ¡°Fine.¡±


    Serys led the way to the bustling streets of Eldoria, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. The market was bustling as always, filled with the chatter of merchants and townspeople, the clatter of carts, and the enticing smells of fresh food and spices.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t realize this was what you were retiring for,¡± Gress said as they passed a stall selling exotic fruits. ¡°You¡¯re going to be spending your days shopping for flour and sugar?¡±


    Serys chuckled. ¡°It¡¯s more than that, Gress¡­ I¡¯m creating something that brings people comfort and joy.¡±


    ¡°Adventuring brings me comfort and joy,¡± Gress said smugly. Meanwhile, Rieze walked beside her silently, his dark eyes taking in every detail of her demeanor. She seemed lighter and happier somehow, more at ease than he had seen her in years.


    At a spice merchant¡¯s stall, Serys carefully selected jars of cloves, nutmeg, and cardamom, her movements precise and thoughtful. ¡°Do you know what¡¯s special about these?¡± she asked, holding up a jar of cinnamon.


    ¡°They smell nice?¡± Gress guessed, earning a glare from Rieze.


    Serys smiled. ¡°This blend enhances the user¡¯s focus in alchemy. Used in the right recipe, it can help someone stay alert for hours without feeling jittery. It¡¯s perfect for adventurers preparing for long missions.¡±


    Gress tilted his head. ¡°So, you¡¯re still going to be helping adventurers, just¡­ with food?¡±


    ¡°Exactly,¡± Serys said, her smile widening. ¡°I¡¯m not stepping down because I didn¡¯t care about the guild. I¡¯m leaving because this is my way of contributing. And because it¡¯s what I love.¡±


    By midday, Serys had filled her satchel with various ingredients and supplies. She arranged for bags of flour, sugar, and fresh produce to be delivered to the bakery. She became friends with merchants wanting to sell her produce for a bulk discount.


    Instead of returning to the guild, she led Rieze and Gress to the outskirts of town, stopping in front of the run-down cafe.


    ¡°This,¡± she said, gesturing to the dilapidated cottage, ¡°is where it begins.¡±


    Gress let out a low whistle. ¡°Well, it¡¯s¡­ got character.¡±


    Rieze crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. ¡°This is what you¡¯re leaving for?¡±


    Serys nodded. ¡°Yes. It doesn¡¯t look like much to you now, but I see potential. It has a basement for storing ingredients, and a second floor for my staff to rest. I can fit at least five tables of four and a counter, some display shelves, and a kitchen. Once it¡¯s all set up, this can be a place where adventurers can rest, where locals can gather, where magic and comfort come together.¡±


    Gress stepped closer, peering through the grime-covered windows. ¡°You¡¯re serious about this, aren¡¯t you?¡±


    "I''ve already hired my employees, so there''s no turning back," Serys chuckled.


    Rieze stared at her, his usually guarded expression softening slightly. ¡°You¡¯ve always been stubborn when you set your mind to something.¡±


    She winked at Rieze, a small smile tugging at her lips. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t want me any other way.¡±


    Gress laughed, clapping Rieze on the back. ¡°Looks like she¡¯s made up her mind, guild master. Might as well support her.¡±


    Rieze sighed but nodded. ¡°If this is what makes you happy, Serys¡­ then I won¡¯t stop you.¡±


    Serys¡¯s smile widened. ¡°Thank you. And don¡¯t worry¡ªI¡¯m not disappearing. I¡¯ll still be around, just in a different way.¡±


    As they turned to head back to the guild, Gress threw an arm around Serys¡¯s shoulders. ¡°You know, I¡¯m still not convinced you¡¯re not just using this as an excuse to avoid Rieze¡¯s nagging.¡±


    Serys laughed, the sound light and free. ¡°Well, I won¡¯t deny it¡¯s a nice bonus.¡±


    Behind them, Rieze walked silently, his heart heavy but resolute. Even if he couldn¡¯t convince her to stay, he would support her dream¡ªbecause seeing her happy was more important than keeping her by his side.

 Chapter 4: Start by practicing basic recipes

    The main hall of Exousia House buzzed with a symphony of chatter, laughter, and a subtle undercurrent of melancholy. Guild members gathered to celebrate Serys Larkwell¡¯s retirement. Weeks had passed since she made her announcement, and though many had tried to persuade against stepping down, none could ignore the determination in her eyes when she spoke of her dream. As Rieze, and Gress navigated the crowd, greeting friends and comrades, Serys stood at the front of the hall. Her long brown hair was tied back, an apron adorned her waist, and her smile was warm yet tinged with the bittersweetness of parting.


    ¡°Alright, everyone,¡± she called out, her voice resonating through the hall. ¡°I appreciate you all coming to celebrate my retirement today, but there¡¯s still work to be done.¡±


    The chatter faded, and all eyes turned toward her.


    Serys gave a playful wink. ¡°I need your help.¡±


    The guild members exchanged glances, amusement and curiosity flickering in their eyes. It wasn¡¯t unusual for Serys to request assistance, but her grin hinted that this would be no ordinary task.


    Gress raised an eyebrow. ¡°What exactly are we doing here, Serys?¡±


    Serys¡¯s smile widened as she pointed at a stack of crates filled with bags of flour, sugar, and various other baking ingredients. ¡°I need all of you to help me carry these supplies to my new bakery. I¡¯m not moving them on my own!¡±


    The room erupted in laughter, though it carried a note of reluctance. Most of them were seasoned adventurers, accustomed to the thrill of battle and exploration, not the mundane task of hauling crates of ingredients. But when Serys asked for help, there was no backing out.


    Veterans groaned, rolling their eyes as they lifted crates of varying sizes.


    ¡°Come on, no one¡¯s ever going to let me live this down,¡± muttered Elric Valoir, one of the guild¡¯s older pugilists, as he hefted a heavy sack of sugar. ¡°This is the last thing I imagined doing when I joined a guild. But it¡¯s for Serys¡­ so I guess it¡¯s alright.¡±


    Serys, still grinning, clapped her hands. ¡°Everyone to the bakery! Let¡¯s move out!¡±


    Gress¡¯s laugh echoed through the hall. ¡°You heard the lady, folks! Time to haul all this sugar to the bakery and make it sweet!¡±


    With a chorus of half-hearted groans and muttered complaints, the guild members gathered their supplies and began the trek toward the outskirts of Eldoria. When they arrived at the rundown bakery, the sight that greeted them was as shabby as they had imagined. An inch of dust covered the floor, the windows were grimy, and the roof was almost non-existent.


    Gress and Serys took in the scene with a smile, while the others stared at the decrepit cottage in disbelief.


    ¡°You¡¯re really going to make us fix this up?¡± Sander Morsen, a young rogue, said with a long sigh, wiping sweat from her brow after having carried her crate across town.


    Serys¡¯s grin remained unshaken. ¡°Yep. Now, everyone get to work. We need this place up and running as soon as possible!¡±


    She quickly assigned tasks: Gress and Mira, both skilled carpenters of the guild, were put in charge of fixing the roof. Lorne, one of the guild¡¯s mages, was tasked with cleaning the windows. Elric and Rex, another veteran warrior, were sent to clear out the old furniture and sweep the floors. Khai, Arden, Tama, and Trej were tasked with creating and assembling new furniture, while the rest of the guild were assigned responsibilities that fit their skills.


    The work was tedious and dirty, and there was more than a bit of grumbling from the adventurers. They were used to slaying monsters, not cleaning up broken buildings. But Serys remained upbeat and energetic, constantly encouraging them and ensuring that each person knew where to focus their efforts.


    At one point, she climbed up to the roof to check on Gress and Mira, who were working together to replace the damaged tiles.


    ¡°You know,¡± Gress called down with a grin, ¡°this is the most fun I¡¯ve had in weeks! If only all our guild tasks were like this!¡±


    Serys rolled her eyes but couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Whatever, Gress. Mira, if Gress starts slacking, hit him with a hammer. You have my full permission and pardon.¡±


    ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am!¡± Mira replied with a smile as she saluted her former vice-captain.


    ¡°What?!¡± Gress exclaimed in mock horror.


    Hours passed as the guild members worked tirelessly under the warm sun. Slowly but surely, the rundown bakery began to show signs of life. The windows sparkled, the roof was patched up, and the floor was cleared of debris. The place didn¡¯t look like much yet, but it was no longer just a forgotten shell.


    By late afternoon, the adventurers were weary but satisfied with their progress. The atmosphere in the bakery had shifted from one of reluctance to camaraderie. Everyone had pitched in, and they could see the potential of the place taking shape.


    Every now and then, a group or two would disappear to finish and turn in a quest but come back to continue their chore.


    Finally, after a long day of hard work, Serys gathered everyone together outside the bakery, standing before the door with a proud smile on her face.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    ¡°Thank you, everyone,¡± she said, her voice full of gratitude. ¡°I know it wasn¡¯t easy, but I couldn¡¯t have done this without all of you.¡±


    Gress slung an arm around her shoulders. ¡°Honestly, Serys, I think I¡¯d prefer raiding dungeons to fixing the roof but it wasn¡¯t so bad. We really did good work here.¡±


    Serys nodded, looking around the room. ¡°You all did amazing. The guild is always going to be my family, and I¡¯m happy to have you all here with me during this new chapter.¡±


    Veldar, a veteran bard, stood at the doorway with his arms crossed. He¡¯d been quiet most of the day, but now he spoke up.


    ¡°You know, Serys,¡± he said with a mock grumble, ¡°I¡¯m going to miss you. And the guild house won¡¯t be the same without you around all the time.¡±


    Serys smiled warmly, her heart swelling at his words. ¡°Veldar, I¡¯m not disappearing, you know. I¡¯ll still be around¡ªjust, maybe not as much as I used to be.¡±


    The veteran raised an eyebrow. ¡°So, you won¡¯t be sleeping in the guild house anymore?¡±


    Serys shook her head. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll still spend my off days there. Don¡¯t forget I partly own the guild house with Rieze and Gress. I¡¯m not going anywhere for good.¡±


    Rieze, who had been leaning quietly by the door, finally spoke up. ¡°She¡¯s right. Serys may be retiring from her role in Exousia, but she¡¯s still a part of this guild. And she¡¯s still part of us.¡±


    Gress gave a loud laugh. ¡°That¡¯s right! You can¡¯t get rid of her that easily.¡±


    Serys gave a soft chuckle, her heart warmed by their words. ¡°Exactly. I¡¯ll always be a part of the guild. And this bakery will just be another place for all of you to come visit. After all, where else will you get cakes for a discount?¡±


    Everyone laughed, lifting the heavy atmosphere. They knew something had changed¡ªSerys¡¯s journey had just begun.


    Serys¡¯s dream was becoming a reality, and though she was stepping away from her guild responsibilities, she would always be a part of Exousia. Her bakery was just another way of showing how much she cared.


    Despite the exhaustion, the sweat on their brows, and sore muscles from hours of hard work, there was a sense of satisfaction in the air as the day came to a close. The place had gone from a forgotten relic to an up-and-coming spot, thanks to their combined efforts.


    But just as they thought it was time to leave, Serys had one more surprise for them.


    ¡°Alright, everyone,¡± she called out with a gleam in her eye, ¡°before you leave, I¡¯ve got something for you all to enjoy.¡±


    There was a collective murmur of curiosity as Serys asked them to find a seat inside the bakery, where the air was now thick with the comforting smells of fresh-baked bread, cakes, pastries, and savory dishes. She, along with Iona and Ronan, had prepared a variety of treats¡ªsteaming loaves of bread, golden croissants, delicate fruit tarts, and platters of roasted meats, all accompanied by both hot and cold brewed drinks and ale.


    The guild members paused for a moment, their mouths watering as they took in the spread.


    ¡°Wait a second,¡± Gress said, his eyes widening. ¡°You baked all of this while we were working?¡±


    Serys shrugged, her smile mischievous. ¡°I¡¯m a woman of many talents and employees. And I didn¡¯t want you all to leave empty-handed.¡±


    Rieze, ever the quiet observer, stepped forward to grab a piece of freshly baked chicken pot pie. His usual composed demeanor softened as he took a bite, his eyes narrowing slightly as he used his appraisal skill, Keen Eye, to assess the food.


    ¡°This pie¡­ there¡¯s something odd about it,¡± Rieze murmured, feeling his fatigue dissipate. His eyes flickered with recognition as his appraisal revealed more than just the taste. ¡°It¡¯s not just any pie. It¡¯s¡­ enhanced.¡±


    The guild members looked around, confused.


    Serys, standing nearby, chuckled softly. ¡°You¡¯re right, Rieze. Each of the items I¡¯ve been making has a little extra. A little boost, if you will.¡±


    Rieze raised an eyebrow. ¡°What kind of boosts?¡±


    Serys grinned. ¡°Well, try them and find out. Just be careful not to overdo it.¡±


    One by one, the guild members began sampling the food. They found that each pastry, each slice of bread, each sip of drink brought with it a small but noticeable change in their abilities.


    Gress took a bite of a hearty meat pie, and after a moment, he felt his body recover from the manual labor he had done. His muscles relaxed, and a vibrant glow settled over him. He looked at Serys, clearly impressed.


    ¡°This¡­ this is incredible. I feel like I could take on a whole dungeon after just one bite!¡± he said, his usual roguish grin spreading across his face.


    ¡°How did you do this?¡± Arden, the guild¡¯s only spear master, asked.


    ¡°Well, a little of this and that. I¡¯ve been experimenting for years. Haven¡¯t you ever wondered why I always feed you before fighting monsters?¡± Serys explained, as the members started murmuring, discussing the baked goods Serys had given them over the years.


    Mira, the woodworker, took a sip of the chilled herbal tea, and her eyes widened in surprise as the weariness she¡¯d felt from the day¡¯s work seemed to melt away. ¡°This tea¡­ it¡¯s like it¡¯s giving me a second wind. At first I thought I just felt happy every time you make me your famous apple tarts!¡±


    The others began to notice similar effects with the foods they sampled, realization dawning on them. Some felt their speed increase, others had greater clarity of mind. There were even those who found themselves physically stronger or more resilient. It was as though each treat had been crafted with care to enhance a different attribute. They realized they had been part of Serys¡¯s trials and errors.


    Serys watched their reactions with amusement, pleased by their surprise. She turned to Rieze.


    ¡°Go ahead, Rieze. I¡¯m sure you can see the effects with your skill.¡±


    Rieze nodded. Using his Keen Eye again, he focused on a small plate of mixed berry tarts, which seemed to shine with an iridescent glow. His appraisal skill revealed that the tarts granted a temporary boost to mana regeneration for up to two hours.


    ¡°These¡­ restore mana over time,¡± he murmured, slightly awestruck.


    The guild members turned to Serys, realizing that her pastries were not just delicious¡ªthey were useful.


    ¡°How¡­ how did you do this?¡± Veldar asked, unable to hide his amazement.


    Serys winked. ¡°Well, as you all know, I also have mastery in Alchemy. It¡¯s part of my training. Each ingredient I use, each recipe I create, has a purpose beyond just flavor.¡±


    She glanced at the group, her eyes softening. ¡°I¡¯ve always believed that food should be more than just nourishment. It should heal, it should empower, and it should bring people together. That¡¯s what I¡¯m hoping to create here.¡±


    Rieze, still processing the sheer effectiveness of the food, nodded slowly. ¡°This¡­ this is more than just a bakery. This is a place of power. People will come here for more than just the taste. They¡¯ll come for the benefits, the buffs.¡±


    Serys smiled at him. ¡°Exactly. And these attributes aren¡¯t just for adventurers. Everyone¡ªlocals, even tourists¡ªcan benefit from them.¡±


    Gress, always ready for mischief, leaned in toward Serys with a playful grin. ¡°You know, I think I¡¯m going to be eating here every day. You¡¯re making me a permanent customer, Serys,¡± he said while pocketing some of the bread rolls he had been eating.


    The others laughed; the mood lightened as they continued sampling the baked assortments. It was clear that Serys¡¯s little bakery would be a place of great interest and importance in Eldoria.


    But there was something deeper at play, something that Serys had quietly acknowledged within herself: she had moved one step closer to her dream.


    As the day wound down and the guild members prepared to leave, Serys stood back and watched them go, her heart swelling with pride. The bakery was just the start of her new adventure. She had much more to offer than just baked goods, and now, thanks to her hard work and the support of her friends, she was ready to make her mark in Eldoria.


    ¡°Take care, everyone,¡± she called out to them. ¡°Remember, there¡¯s always food and a buff waiting for you here. And don¡¯t forget¡ªthe first round of drinks is on the house!¡±


    With that, the guild members cheered as they left, all smiles and satisfied bellies. They knew they wouldn¡¯t be saying goodbye to Serys for long. The bakery was just a new chapter¡ªone that they¡¯d be visiting often, for both the food and the friendship that came with it.

 Chapter 5: Read the recipe before starting.

    Serys felt her her heart hammering in her chest as she stood behind the counter of her newly opened bakery, The Enchanted Hearth. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted through the air, mingling with the warm sunlight streaming through the windows.


    The shop looked perfect¡ªthe pot of herbs by the window freshly watered, the tables polished to a gleam, the display case sparkling under the soft lighting, and the shelves stocked with an enticing array of goods. She had made flyers by hand and distributed them throughout Eldoria, from guild houses to shops. Despite all her meticulous preparations, Serys couldn¡¯t shake the gnawing anxiety building inside her. She had poured her soul into this place, and now, as she awaited her first customers, the weight of anticipation was almost overwhelming.


    Was this a mistake? she wondered, glancing at the door. It was still early, and no customers had arrived yet. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her apron as she recalled how much easier adventuring had been compared to this.


    Her mind drifted back to when Exousia was nothing more than a tiny party of three: herself, Rieze, and Gress.


    Serys hadn¡¯t always been a healer. When she first joined Rieze and Gress, she had been a mage, full of ambition to master the arcane arts. The three of them were inseparable, tackling quests and dungeons with youthful enthusiasm. But one ill-fated quest nearly ended it all.


    The dungeon was supposed to be straightforward: clear out a nest of low-tier monsters, collect the bounty, and celebrate with drinks at the tavern. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. The monsters overwhelmed them, and their lack of a healer nearly cost them their lives. Serys could still remember the panic, the pain, and the helplessness as they fought to escape.


    That near-death experience left her shaken, and in its aftermath, Serys made a decision that would change her path forever. She took the Re-Class Test, abandoning her mage ambitions to become a healer. But being a healer didn¡¯t mean she¡¯d given up on her fiery spirit.


    She chose to become a Lumina, a healer class that uses light magic to heal and shield party members. This class also employs light magic for blinding and devastating attacks, striking a balance between support and offense. Over time, with enough practice and hundreds of quests, her style of healing became... unconventional.


    During missions, Serys would hang back, casting destructive damage spells while keeping an eye on her party¡¯s health. Her philosophy was simple: If they¡¯re not dying, they don¡¯t need healing. She wouldn¡¯t cast a single restorative spell until a party member¡¯s life dropped to a critical point.


    Rieze and Gress had been the first to experience her approach. After narrowly surviving an encounter with a horde of monsters, Gress had yelled, ¡°Your heal timing sucks, Serys! I could have died!¡±The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Serys had smiled sweetly, her tone calm but chilling. ¡°But did you die?¡±


    It didn¡¯t take long for the two to adapt, learning to trust her timing. Despite their initial complaints, her method worked. They cleared dungeons faster than most parties, their coordination honed to perfection by necessity. The three of them improved their skills and became renowned for their seamless teamwork.


    Her reputation grew beyond their guild. Other adventurers soon learned of her skills¡ªand her terrifyingly precise, almost ruthless approach. She gained the nickname ¡°The Goddess of Mercy¡± for the way she kept her parties alive with her impeccable judgment¡­ as long as they stayed on her good side. Those who annoyed her quickly discovered that she would only heal them when they were about to lose consciousness.


    But even the stress of keeping reckless adventurers alive paled in comparison to the anxiety of her bakery¡¯s opening day.


    Little by little, customers began trickling in. The first to arrive were members of her guild, eager to support their former vice-captain. They laughed and reminisced as they sampled her pastries and admired the cozy ambiance of the shop.


    Things truly took off when one of the guild members stopped by for a quick bite before heading out on a dungeon raid. They purchased a few pastries to share among their party members from different guilds, knowing that Serys had infused them with a small Strength Buff. Having firsthand experience of Serys¡¯s treats, they spread the word like wildfire.


    By midday, the bakery was packed with adventurers, locals, and even a few curious merchants. Serys found herself overwhelmed as the line stretched out the door.


    ¡°I told you this would happen!¡± Gress exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock despair as he tied an apron around his waist. ¡°You¡¯re good at everything, Serys. Now we are doomed to a life of endless pastry-making and table-waiting!¡±


    Serys and Rieze exchanged amused glances, clearly aware of his exaggerated theatrics.


    ¡°Less talking, more order-taking!¡± Serys shot back, though she couldn¡¯t hide the grin on her face.


    Gress and Rieze worked behind the counter, managing orders and payments. Serys could hear them argue at the cash register as Gress tried to swindle someone who looked new in town. Ronan and Iona, meanwhile, handled serving and cleaning tables. Serys juggled baking, restocking the shelves, and preparing drinks with the speed and precision she had honed during her adventuring days.


    As the sun began to set, the rush finally died down. The bakery was a mess¡ªcrumbs littered the floor, dishes piled high in the sink¡ªbut the atmosphere was one of triumph.


    Serys gathered her makeshift staff at the end of the day, handing each of them an envelope.


    ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Rieze asked, raising an eyebrow.


    ¡°Your pay,¡± Serys said simply. ¡°A day¡¯s allowance for your hard work.¡±


    Gress opened his envelope, his eyes widening. ¡°You¡¯re paying us? I thought we were doing this as a favor!¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t take favors lightly,¡± Serys replied with a smile.


    ¡°At least you didn¡¯t die today, Gress,¡± Rieze said amusingly. Rieze, Gress, Iona, and Ronan all accepted the envelopes with gratitude, their laughter filling the shop.


    As Serys cleaned up the bakery late into the night, she reflected on the day¡¯s events. It had been exhausting, but she wouldn¡¯t trade it for anything.


    Life as an adventurer was hard, she thought while stacking a tray of clean plates. But a baker¡¯s life? That¡¯s a whole new kind of challenge.


    And as she locked the doors and readied to go home to the guild house, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. The Enchanted Hearth was a place where adventurers, locals, and friends could gather, share stories, and find a bit of comfort in the chaos of their adventuring lives.

 Chapter 6: Prepare the mise en place.

    Ten days into running The Enchanted Hearth, Serys sat at the bakery''s small dining table, surrounded by a notebook, several receipts, a lamp, and a half-empty cup of tea. The shop was closed, its windows dark and the door securely locked, offering her a rare moment of peace in the warmly lit room. The hustle of the past few days had been exhilarating, but also exhausting. She couldn''t help but admit that her current operation would drive her mad.


    ¡°I can¡¯t keep running on fumes,¡± she muttered to herself, scribbling numbers in her notebook.


    Several issues needed addressing. First, she hadn''t decided which days the bakery would be closed. She¡¯d kept the shop open every day so far, worried that closing too soon after the grand opening might disappoint customers. Second, her pricing was inconsistent. Some items sold out almost immediately, while others barely moved. She realized she¡¯d priced pastries with rare ingredients too low and simpler items too high.


    Finally, there was the matter of staffing.


    Serys hated asking Rieze and Gress for help, especially knowing they were already picking up the responsibilities she¡¯d left behind at the guild. Both were mentoring novices in addition to their usual leadership roles and personal goals, and while they never complained, Serys could see the strain it was causing.


    ¡°I need to fix this,¡± she said, running a hand through her fringe.


    After hours of balancing her books and estimating costs, Serys finally reached a conclusion: the bakery could earn more than she had expected if she adjusted the pricing. Even after accounting for the cost of ingredients, maintenance, and setting aside a small emergency fund, she would still have enough to hire two additional permanent employees.


    The next morning, deciding to keep the bakery closed for one more day, Serys opted to have breakfast at the guild house. The lively chatter of adventurers filled the air, and the familiar scent of roasted meat and freshly cooked grains welcomed her as she stepped into the bustling hall. She spotted Gress at a table piled high with maps and reports, animatedly gesturing as he spoke to a group of guild members.


    As she sat down with her plate of roasted vegetables and crusty bread, Gress plopped into the seat next to her, grinning. ¡°Finally remembered us little people, huh?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve been busy,¡± she replied, smirking. ¡°But you¡¯ll be happy to know I¡¯m looking into hiring actual staff.¡±


    Gress raised an eyebrow. ¡°Does this mean I¡¯m officially fired as your unpaid helper?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± she said with mock seriousness. ¡°You¡¯ll always have a place at my bakery for free labor.¡± Gress pouted and furrowed her brows as he realized Serys might actually be serious.


    Sitting across from her, Rieze glanced up from his meal of roasted chicken and noodles, his eyes meeting hers. ¡°It¡¯s good you¡¯re thinking about hiring. The bakery¡¯s been a success, but you can¡¯t do everything alone.¡±


    ¡°I know,¡± Serys admitted. ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m still living in the guild house. I need to recharge before I run myself into the ground.¡±


    Rieze gave her a small smile, the kind that always made her feel seen. ¡°Smart choice.¡±If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    After breakfast, as Serys prepared to leave the guild house to run errands, Rieze appeared at the door with his gear slung over one shoulder.


    ¡°I¡¯m coming with you,¡± he said simply.


    ¡°Rieze, you don¡¯t have to¡ª¡±


    ¡°I want to,¡± he interrupted. ¡°You¡¯ve been carrying a lot lately. Let me help.¡±


    Serys hesitated for a moment before nodding. ¡°Alright. But don¡¯t complain when I drag you all over town.¡±


    Their first stop was Castle Eldor. The Guild Registry Office, or simply The Registry, was bustling with activity as adventurers came and went, registering for quests and reporting their progress.


    Behind the counter stood Halen, a cheerful bespectacled dwarf who had worked there for years and knew everyone in town.


    ¡°Well, if it isn¡¯t the former vice-captain of Exousia!¡± Halen greeted them with a wide grin. ¡°And it¡¯s Guildmaster Crestfall. What brings you two here?¡±


    ¡°Nothing much¡­ just wondering how many adventurers registered today,¡± Serys said cheerfully, though a hint of suspicion crossed Rieze¡¯s mind.


    Halen hummed a tune as he rifled through a stack of reports. ¡°There¡¯s been a spike in registration lately, but most of the quests are for Steel ranks and above. New Copper rank adventurers are stuck with gathering quests until they reach Steel. Monsters seem to be migrating out of their usual zones¡ªmight be worth keeping an eye on.¡±


    Serys nodded thoughtfully. ¡°Thanks, Halen. Monster migration, you say¡ª is it worth investigating? Rieze can help tell the others.¡±


    ¡°Is this how you get our members busy? Send everyone on quests based on Registry information?¡± Rieze whispered to Serys.


    ¡°Yes... don¡¯t you ever wonder where the money from the vault comes from?¡± Serys said with a sly grin. ¡°I could be selling our guild members to slave traders, you know.¡±


    ¡°I d¡ªwait¡ªhave you?¡± Rieze asked, his voice a mix of horror and confusion.


    Serys rolled her eyes and shook her head. ¡°If I had, you¡¯d be the most expensive merchandise.¡±


    Rieze¡¯s eyes widened in shock.


    ¡°For a guild master, he¡¯s an idiot,¡± Halen interjected, amused.


    ¡°Sadly, he¡¯s one of my idiots,¡± Serys replied with a wry smile. ¡°Every guild gets a commission for volunteering to take quests from the board. I come here to collect the money that goes to our vault.¡±


    Rieze shrugged.


    ¡°By the way, is there a place where I can post job vacancies?¡± Serys asked, pulling out a few pieces of paper from her satchel.


    ¡°Looking to hire? Have you considered adventurers? Some of the lower-ranked ones might jump at the chance for steady work between quests.¡±


    Serys tilted her head. ¡°I thought guilds needed to cover the costs for that sort of thing.¡±


    ¡°They do,¡± Halen said. ¡°But you¡¯re now a business owner, Serys. The Registry¡¯s been supporting local businesses for years. We can cover a portion of the reward money¡ªor salary, in your case.¡±


    Serys exchanged a glance with Rieze, who gave a small nod.


    ¡°That might actually work,¡± she said, a smile tugging at her lips. ¡°Thanks for the tip, Halen.¡±


    ¡°Anytime, lass. Good luck with that bakery of yours.¡±


    The rest of the day passed in a blur of errands. Serys replenished her stock of ingredients, fresh produce, high-quality grains, and rare herbs for her bakery. Rieze proved to be an efficient companion, helping carry the heavier items and navigating the crowded streets with ease.


    As they wandered through the market, Rieze paused at a stall selling small, intricately carved wooden charms the size of his palm. He picked one up, a tiny depiction of a hearth with smoke curling from the chimney.


    ¡°This reminds me of your bakery,¡± he said, handing it to Serys.


    She examined it, touched by the gesture. ¡°It¡¯s lovely. Maybe I¡¯ll hang it near the door for good luck.¡±


    By the time they returned to the bakery, Serys felt more prepared than ever. She had a plan for hiring staff, a better understanding of her finances, and, most importantly, a renewed sense of purpose.


    As Rieze set down the last of the bags, he turned to her and said, ¡°You¡¯re doing good, Serys. Better than you realize.¡±


    Her heart swelled at his words, but she covered it with a playful grin. ¡°Of course, I am. I¡¯m amazing.¡±


    Rieze chuckled softly. ¡°That you are.¡±


    And as Serys began unpacking her supplies, she felt a spark of excitement for what lay ahead. The Enchanted Hearth was becoming something truly special.

 Chapter 7: Room temperature is the key.

    After the chaos of her first few weeks as a bakery owner, Serys finally found her rhythm. It had taken a fair amount of trial and error, but she had figured out how to balance running The Enchanted Hearth with ensuring she didn¡¯t burn out.


    The bakery was now closed two days a week, allowing Serys some much-needed balance. Sundays were reserved for logistics¡ªbalancing her books, managing inventory, receiving bulk deliveries, crafting shopping lists, and making trips into town to restock supplies. Wednesdays, by contrast, were her personal days. She spent them at the guild house, watching recruits train, offering advice, occasionally joining quests, and catching up with her closest friends. Still, she often began these mornings at the bakery, taking the early shift to prepare everything her staff would need for the day ahead.


    Her newly expanded staff also lightened the load. After consulting with Halen, Rieze, Iona, and Ronan, Serys started hiring lower-ranked adventurers looking for steady work between quests. Their duties extended beyond bakery tasks like taking orders, serving customers, and cleaning tables. Serys also taught them practical skills: basic potion-making, foraging for edible plants and herbs with buffing properties, and preparing nourishing meals in the wild. Many found these lessons invaluable for crafting healing potions or surviving in harsh conditions.


    Teaching brought Serys unexpected joy, and her adventurer employees were deeply grateful. Word spread quickly among the guilds, and soon her shop was famous not just for its pastries but also for the skills its part-time workers gained.


    One quiet afternoon, as the last customers trickled out, Halen finally stopped by.


    ¡°Well, look who decided to grace my humble bakery,¡± Serys teased, grinning as she emerged from behind the counter.


    Halen chuckled, his stout figure blocking some of the sunlight streaming through the door. ¡°I¡¯ve been hearing nothing but praise about this place. Figured it was time to see what all the fuss was about.¡±


    ¡°Better late than never,¡± she said, bringing over a plate of freshly baked ham-and-cheese pastries and a steaming cup of coffee.


    Halen took a bite and closed his eyes, savoring the flavors. ¡°By the gods, Serys, this is dangerous. You¡¯re going to put every other bakery in town out of business!¡±


    ¡°I aim to please,¡± she said with a laugh, sitting across from him. ¡°So, what brings you here? Besides the food, of course.¡±


    He sipped his coffee, his expression turning serious. ¡°I stopped by the guild house, but neither Rieze nor Gress was there. I was hoping to talk to them about something urgent.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re probably out training recruits or on a quest. I¡¯ll let them know you¡¯re looking for them when I get home tonight.¡± Serys refilled his coffee, but something in his expression gave her pause.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    ¡°There¡¯s more to this, isn¡¯t there?¡±


    Halen didn¡¯t look satisfied with her answer, and Serys knew he wanted her to do something else.


    ¡°Whatever it is, Halen, I¡¯m not up for it. I¡¯m retired!¡± Serys said, trying to laugh away the awkwardness between them.


    ¡°I know that. But I am hoping you could convince them to help the Registry?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know, Halen. I think other guilds can also¡ª¡±


    ¡°The Registry would be happy to pay hands¡ª¡±


    ¡°We have a deal!¡± Serys replied, not letting Halen speak. ¡°But if it¡¯s something Exia can¡¯t handle on its own, we¡¯ll ask the other guilds to help out and you¡¯ll pay us equally,¡±


    She narrowed her eyes. ¡°Fine. But if this is something Exia can¡¯t handle alone, you¡¯ll call on other guilds and split the pay equally.¡±


    ¡°Fair enough,¡± Halen agreed, sliding a wax-sealed envelope across the table.


    Serys¡¯s stomach sank when she saw the broken seal¡ªa royal crest embossed in red wax. She read the letter twice before speaking.


    ¡°So it¡¯s true? Monsters are moving away from their usual territories?¡±


    Halen nodded grimly. ¡°The King received reports of monsters abandoning their usual haunts and showing up in unexpected places. The Registry is issuing warnings across the continent. We need to prepare.¡±


    Serys frowned, her mind racing. ¡°What does this mean for Eldoria?¡±


    ¡°For now, the town is safe,¡± Halen said. ¡°But if this continues, we¡¯ll need to bolster defenses and make sure lower-ranked adventurers are supervised. You hear a lot running this place¡ªlocals, adventurers, travelers. If you catch wind of anything unusual, let me know.¡±


    Serys considered his request, absently twisting the signet ring on her pinky finger¡ªthe crest of her guild. ¡°I¡¯ll talk to the others and see who¡¯s available for scouting. And if I hear anything, you¡¯ll be the first to know.¡±


    ¡°Thanks, Serys.¡± Halen drained his coffee and stood. ¡°Your pastries are worth the trip, by the way.¡±


    As the sun set, Serys closed the bakery for the day. Just as she finished cleaning, the doorbell jingled.


    ¡°Shop¡¯s closed,¡± she called without looking up.


    ¡°I know,¡± came Rieze¡¯s familiar voice.


    She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, his usual calm demeanor softened by the golden glow of twilight. ¡°Dinner?¡± he asked.


    Serys blinked in surprise before smiling. ¡°Let me grab my things.¡±


    They strolled through the quiet streets of Eldoria, the day¡¯s worries fading with each step. For a brief moment, Serys allowed herself to enjoy the peace.


    The next morning, as she arranged freshly baked loaves, the doorbell jingled again. Rieze walked in, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m not hiring,¡± Serys jokingly said.


    ¡°Nah. Baking is outside of my expertise.¡±


    ¡°Then, what¡¯s up?¡±


    ¡°I wanted to talk about Halen¡¯s visit,¡± Rieze said, leaning on the counter. ¡°I¡¯ve already sent Khai and Trej to scout the surrounding areas. Let¡¯s wait for their report before deciding anything.¡±


    Serys sighed, wiping her hands on her apron. ¡°Rieze, I can¡¯t just leave the bakery.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not asking you to,¡± he said gently. ¡°But your experience and connections could help us figure this out. Just¡­ think about it.¡±


    She hesitated before nodding. ¡°I¡¯ll consider it. But for now, my place is here.¡±


    ¡°Fair enough.¡± Rieze straightened and smiled faintly. ¡°You know where to find me.¡±


    As he left, Serys turned her attention back to the bakery. But in the back of her mind, Halen¡¯s warning and the strange movements of the monsters lingered like a shadow.

 Chapter 8: Always preheat the oven at the right temperature

    The bakery bustled with its usual mid-morning energy as Serys carefully placed a tray of freshly baked pear tarts on the counter. The scent of cloves and caramelized sugar filled the air, blending with the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of teacups. The doorbell jingled, announcing the arrival of two new customers.


    The pair¡ªa man and a woman¡ªwere dressed in modest but neat clothes, their polite yet overly curious expressions marking them as out-of-place. They wandered around the bakery, inspecting the decor and lingering too long at the menu board. The man, tall and lean with a neatly trimmed beard, kept adjusting the brim of his hat. The woman, petite with a cascade of auburn curls, trailed her fingers along the edge of a display case as if searching for something unseen.


    Serys watched them with a mix of curiosity and caution. She¡¯d seen many customers in her weeks of running The Enchanted Hearth, but something about these two unsettled her. Their movements were too calculated, and their curiosity felt more like an investigation than mere interest.


    As they approached the counter, Serys straightened, offering them a warm smile. "Welcome to The Enchanted Hearth!" she greeted. "What can I get for you?"


    The man and woman exchanged a brief, whispered conversation, their heads bent together conspiratorially before they placed an order for pastries and tea. Serys couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that something was off, but she brushed it aside, serving them with her usual cheerful demeanor.


    The two ate quietly, though Serys noticed their subtle glances at the other patrons, her staff, and even her baking setup. When they finished, the woman suddenly stood, clutching her stomach.


    ¡°I¡ªI feel faint!¡± she exclaimed dramatically, holding her forehead with one hand, her voice ringing out across the room.


    The man groaned and leaned against the counter. ¡°M-me too! What kind of bakery is this? Your food poisoned us!¡±


    ¡°Check your food, everyone!¡± the woman added, fanning herself with one hand as she doubled over theatrically.


    The other patrons exchanged worried glances, some inspecting their plates with hesitation, while others turned to Serys with alarmed expressions, silently seeking reassurance.


    Serys stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. ¡°Everyone, please remain calm. I assure you that all our ingredients are fresh, and our kitchen is spotless. If anyone feels unwell, I will personally see to it that we find the cause.¡±


    A hush fell over the bakery as tension filled the air. Just then, the door swung open with a forceful clang, drawing everyone''s attention.


    Rieze Crestfall strode in, the handle of his battle axe slung over his shoulder, flanked by a group of eager young adventurers hoping to apprentice at the bakery. ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± he asked calmly as he assessed the situation while his group of young adventurers followed him into the bakery.


    ¡°They¡¯re accusing me of food poisoning,¡± Serys said, crossing her arms.


    Rieze approached the pair with quiet authority, sizing them up with a single glance.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    ¡°You don¡¯t look poisoned to me,¡± he said, his voice steady. ¡°Poisoned people don¡¯t stand up and shout accusations in public. Where¡¯s the vomit, the blood, the foam at the mouth, or the cold sweat?¡±


    The man stammered, while the woman faltered under the intense scrutiny of Rieze¡¯s of attention.


    ¡°I-I swear we felt ill after eating here! It must be something in the food!¡± the woman insisted, though her voice faltered.


    One of the recruits, a young bard, piped up. ¡°That¡¯s impossible! Every ingredient Serys uses is of the highest quality¡ªI¡¯ve seen her work myself! I¡¯ve eaten here every day this week, and I¡¯ve never felt better!¡±


    ¡°We could do this two ways,¡± Rieze said, setting his axe down with a resounding thud that startled everyone in the bakery. ¡°We can call the guards, and you can make a formal complaint, or you can apologize, and we¡¯ll forget this ever happened.¡±


    Murmurs rippled through the patrons as they eyed the strangers suspiciously. Realizing they were cornered, the pair exchanged nervous glances before bowing their heads.


    ¡°W-we¡¯re sorry,¡± the man mumbled. ¡°We¡¯re from Sunrise Bakes, and we¡­ we wanted to see what made this place so popular.¡±


    The woman added, ¡°We thought stirring up trouble might help our business. It was wrong of us. Please forgive us.¡±


    Serys sighed but managed a small smile despite sensing the half-heartedness of the apology. ¡°Apology accepted. Next time, come as yourselves. I might not have as much experience running a bakery, but I¡¯m happy to share advice if that¡¯s what you need.¡±


    Before she could say more, Gress entered with his usual boisterous energy. Spotting the rival bakers, he grinned.


    ¡°Well, well,¡± Gress said with mock surprise. ¡°Looks like the competition came sniffing around. Too bad they forgot to bring talent with them.¡±


    ¡°Gress!¡± Serys scolded, though her tone was more amused than angry.


    The rival bakers quickly excused themselves and rushed to the door, leaving Gress chuckling while the bakery patrons visibly relaxed.


    Moments later, the bell above the door jingled again, announcing the arrival of a tall figure flanked by two armored guards. Everyone in the bakery bowed or curtsied in respect as Prince Sylvas of Zeltharia stepped inside. His commanding presence, with striking blue eyes and dark hair, was complemented by his silver-embroidered attire. He exuded regal confidence, instantly drawing the attention of the entire room.


    ¡°Lady Serys Larkwell,¡± he said with a charming smile. ¡°I¡¯ve heard much about your talents, both as a healer and now as a baker.¡±


    Serys blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the royal visit. ¡°W-welcome to The Enchanted Hearth, Your Highness. How can I help you?¡±


    Prince Sylvas wasted no time. ¡°I¡¯ve come to personally request your aid. The royal court could use someone of your skills, and I believe you¡¯d find our resources invaluable for your craft. What do you say?¡±


    The bakery fell silent, all eyes on Serys. Failing to read the room, Gress playfully grabbed Rieze from behind, mockingly attempting to restrain him. Rieze responded with an annoyed swat, earning a round of stifled laughter.


    Serys, however, remained composed. ¡°I¡¯m honored by your offer, Your Highness. But my place is here in Eldoria, serving adventurers and townsfolk alike.¡±


    The prince raised an eyebrow. ¡°Not even for the crown?¡±


    ¡°Not even for the crown,¡± she replied with a playful smile. ¡°But please, sit. I insist you try our bread-and-butter pudding and coffee before you go. I promise they¡¯re worth the trip.¡±


    Prince Sylvas hesitated before breaking into a laugh. ¡°Very well. But don¡¯t think I¡¯ll give up so easily, Lady Serys.¡±


    The rest of the visit was filled with light-hearted conversation. Prince Sylvas enjoyed his time at The Enchanted Hearth, even tolerating Gress¡¯s good-natured teasing. Rieze, however, remained watchful, wondering if the prince was a threat or merely an admirer of Serys. By the time they left, it seemed the prince had become just another friend¡ªalbeit one with a crown.


    That weekend, during her day off, Serys sat in the guild house common room with a cup of tea, reflecting on the week¡¯s events. Her enchanted pastries were drawing crowds, but she didn¡¯t want to overshadow the other cafes and bakeries in Eldoria. The town thrived on its variety, and she valued the community they had built.


    ¡°I need to come up with something fair,¡± she murmured to herself. ¡°Something that lets us all coexist while still giving adventurers what they need.¡±


    The thought lingered as she watched the novices train in the courtyard, their laughter and the clash of steel bringing a smile to her face. As she sipped her tea, a sense of peace washed over her. Serys knew her journey as an adventurer was far from over, and her life as a baker was just beginning. With renewed determination, she rose from her seat, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring, confident that her pastries would always bring joy and warmth to those who tasted them. For now, she would focus on what she could handle and appreciate¡ªher bakery and the people who supported it.

 Chapter 9:

    If there was one thing Heena knew about Serys, it was that Serys never took favors lightly. When someone asked Serys for help, she gave her all to ensure it mattered. Her sense of integrity was impeccable¡ªif someone owed her a favor, she ensured it was repaid in full. No exceptions.


    So, when Serys appeared unannounced at the House of Versare¡¯s front door, Heena immediately knew why she had come.


    ¡°Hey, nice seeing you here! It¡¯s been a while,¡± Heena greeted warmly, her tone light as she ushered Serys into one of the many well-decorated parlours of the guild house. The air carried the scent of lavender and fresh pine, but a familiar sweetness caught Heena¡¯s attention before she even saw the package Serys was carrying.


    Serys handed Heena a small box, which she carefully opened to reveal a flawless cake with cut strawberries and strawberry jam filling between two layers crowned with fresh cream, more strawberries, and garnished with mint leaves.


    Heena¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have!¡± she exclaimed, her mouth already watering at the sight of her favorite dessert.


    ¡°I made you something,¡± Serys said with a soft smile.


    ¡°You¡¯re spoiling me,¡± Heena teased, plopping into a chair and signaling to a younger guild member. ¡°Fetch us some tea, will you?¡± The girl nodded and quickly disappeared to fulfill the request.


    As tea was brought in and poured, the two women exchanged pleasantries, catching up on recent events. Serys¡¯s words were polite and measured, but Heena could sense an underlying purpose to her visit.


    After a while, Serys placed her teacup down with deliberate care, meeting Heena¡¯s gaze. Her expression turned serious.


    ¡°So, I have a favor to ask,¡± she said, her voice steady but purposeful.


    Heena raised an eyebrow, already imagining the possibilities. Serys wasn¡¯t one to ask for help lightly. ¡°What is it? A loan? Help clearing a dungeon? Or are we talking something dramatic, like sacrificing a limb?¡±


    Serys chuckled softly. ¡°Nothing quite that dramatic. I need your help¡ªand as many of your guild ladies as possible¡ªto promote my bakery during the summer festival.¡±


    Heena blinked, momentarily stunned. She had braced herself for a grand and grueling request. Promoting a bakery? That sounded almost¡­ fun. But something about Serys¡¯s tone suggested this was no simple task.


    ¡°The summer festival, huh?¡± Heena mused, swirling her tea. ¡°That¡¯s a big deal.¡±


    The summer festival in Eldoria was a grand affair organized by merchant guilds and the Registry to honor Solnne, the goddess of harvest, hearth, and crafts. Celebrated across Zeltharia¡¯s eastern towns, the festival spanned three days of parades, performances, and revelry. Farmers and merchants showcased their finest wares, food vendors vied for attention, and on the final day¡ªthe summer solstice¡ªthe townsfolk gathered for a grand bonfire to give thanks to Solnne for her blessings.


    ¡°It¡¯s the perfect opportunity,¡± Serys said, her voice thoughtful. ¡°People from across Zeltharia come to Eldoria for the parades and celebrations. If we can stand out during the parade, it¡¯ll be the breakthrough my bakery needs.¡±


    Heena smiled, amused by her friend¡¯s passion. Serys rarely asked for help, especially not publicly. This only emphasized how much the request meant to her.


    ¡°And I assume you¡¯ve got a plan to make your bakery unforgettable?¡± Heena asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.


    Serys nodded. ¡°It starts with the parade. That¡¯s where I¡¯ll need your help the most.¡±A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    The parade, the festival¡¯s crown jewel, wound its way from Eldoria¡¯s northern gate to its southern exit. It was a spectacle of music, color, and artistry¡ªperfect for leaving a lasting impression.


    ¡°I see where you¡¯re going with this,¡± Heena said, already picturing the scene. ¡°A parade float? Or something even grander?¡±


    ¡°Exactly,¡± Serys said, her lips curling into a small smile. ¡°We need to stand out. Not just with the stall, but during the parade itself. Your guild can help create a presence that draws everyone¡¯s attention.¡±


    Heena leaned back, weighing the possibilities. Helping Serys wouldn¡¯t just be a favor; it could also showcase her guild¡¯s creativity and teamwork.


    ¡°Alright,¡± Heena said finally, a mischievous spark in her eyes. ¡°But you know the deal. If I¡¯m helping you, you owe me a favor in return¡ªand it better be something good.¡±


    Serys laughed, the tension easing from her shoulders. ¡°Deal. I¡¯ll make sure it¡¯s worth your while.¡±


    As they sipped their tea, the two women began sketching out plans. The summer festival was meant to celebrate Solnne¡¯s blessings, but for Serys and Heena, it would also become a testament to friendship, ambition, and the magic of collaboration.


    ~~


    Exousia had seven weeks to prepare for the parade. While the merchant guilds and the Registry spent months organizing the grand three-day summer festival, the guilds of Eldoria only had the spring season to prepare for a parade lasting at most two hours. Yet, the stakes were high¡ªthe parade wasn¡¯t just a celebration; it was the best time to showcase their skills and recruit new adventurers. For this reason, every guild sought to outshine the others, displaying talents that went beyond monster slaying.


    It was no surprise, then, that one afternoon at the Enchanted Hearth, the guild leaders of three of Eldoria¡¯s biggest guilds found themselves embroiled in a heated and somewhat chaotic debate over their parade plans.


    ¡°What we do will surprise you on parade day,¡± Heena declared smugly, tearing a piece from the coffee bun she held.


    ¡°With tunics or without tunics?¡± Gress quipped, grinning.


    Heena¡¯s expression darkened, and in a swift motion, she looped the string of her bow around Gress¡¯s neck, feigning a chokehold. Before it could escalate further, Serys intervened with a slice of strawberry shortcake, holding it out like an offering. Heena immediately abandoned her attack to chase the dessert.


    ¡°Serys isn¡¯t even leading the planning, so it¡¯s up to me to steal the show,¡± Gress said, puffing his chest out dramatically.


    Serys rolled her eyes, turning toward the counter, while Rieze, sitting nearby, raised a hand to flash an impolite gesture at Gress.


    ¡°Hey! You don¡¯t know how talented I am!¡± Gress shot back.


    ¡°I doubt it,¡± Heena muttered, already savoring her cake.


    ¡°Our guild has been taming herds of rare animals,¡± Deimus from the Golden Sentinels chimed in. ¡°We¡¯re planning to showcase them during the parade.¡±


    ¡°That was supposed to be a surprise!¡± Agatha scolded, nudging him in frustration.


    ¡°Bards. We¡¯ll probably just have our bards play something,¡± Rieze said casually, taking a sip from his mug.


    ¡°Rieze! That was supposed to be a secret!¡± Gress groaned, shaking his head in mock despair. ¡°You¡¯re just making things up as you go.¡±


    ¡°YOU¡¯RE the one making things up right now,¡± Rieze said, her eyes wide with a mix of amazement and annoyance.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we combine our ideas?¡± Serys interjected, returning with a fresh platter of buttery biscuits, a savory pie, and a calm demeanor that seemed to cut through the chaos.


    The room fell quiet as the leaders considered her suggestion.


    ¡°That¡¯s not a bad idea,¡± Heena admitted, her mouth full.


    ¡°I agree,¡± Kael added. ¡°Your bards can provide music, Heena¡¯s guild can do¡­whatever it is they¡¯re planning, and the Sentinels can display their mounts.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re the three biggest guilds in Eldoria,¡± Gress said with exaggerated flair. ¡°Honestly, people just want to see us.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re too full of yourself, Gress,¡± Serys said with a smirk. ¡°You didn¡¯t even contribute to the meeting.¡±


    ¡°Of course he did. He ate all your leftovers,¡± Rieze quipped, earning a round of chuckles.


    As the leaders of the House of Versare and the Golden Sentinels departed, Rieze and Gress stayed behind to help Serys close the bakery. Once the doors were locked, Gress leaned against the counter, curious.


    ¡°Alright, Serys. On the serious side, what¡¯s the plan? Are we really promoting your bakery?¡±


    Serys¡¯s lips curled into a sly smile. ¡°Of course. I¡¯ve already spoken to Heena and Kael. They just didn¡¯t know about each other¡­ until now.¡±


    Later that night, as Rieze, Serys, and Gress stepped out of the bakery and into the cool evening air, the three of them reviewed their to-do list. Costumes, music rehearsals, props for the float, and her bakery¡¯s centerpiece display¡ªit was all starting to come together. With just a handful of weeks left, the real work would begin. And if there was one thing Serys Larkwell excelled at, it was turning plans into something unforgettable.


    The festival wasn¡¯t just a celebration¡ªit was an opportunity. And she intended to seize it with everything she had.