Right now, all the guards stationed near the massive iron gates of the warehouse looked like they were in absolute bliss.
Each of them had a weapon in one hand and a warm piece of bread in the other, happily munching away at the treats Isabelle had handed out.
The sweet aroma of freshly baked loaves filled the air, and soft sounds of satisfaction could be heard among them.
"Lady Isabelle's the best." One of the guards mumbled between bites. "No one else in this world could bake like this. She's not even human—she's an angel."
Another guard chuckled, wiping a few crumbs off his chin.
"Angel? She's more than that. She's the perfect lady. Kind, beautiful, and she's Lord Cassius's wife. And I'm telling you, she deserves to be his wife one day."
"Wife? I'd vote for her to be Goddess of Mercy at this rate." Another added dreamily. "Any man would fall head over heels for her, especially when she walks in like that, smiling and handing out food."
