I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 74 Beautiful things should never be broken, therefore 2

While Vera was struggling with her decision.

Sylvia's voice came through the bond of nature.

[Vera, haven't you arrived yet? I've prepared a feast for you! There's honey-roasted venison ribs, the starberry jelly you said you wanted last time, and...]

Her voice, as gentle as the evening breeze, was full of expectation, yet it made Vera's heart clench suddenly.

Vera opened her mouth, but no sound came out—

It's not that I can't send it, it's that I don't know what to say.

How can I possibly see her in my current state?

She was already immersed in the novel experiences Lynn was giving her.

She became obsessed with all sorts of novel and exciting foods.

"Is that Sylvia?"

"Go answer her, what are you standing there for?"

Lynn's voice came through, carrying a hint of teasing.

Vera hesitated for a moment.

then.

She chose to listen to Lynn.

Filled with heavy guilt, she closed her eyes.

Through the connection of natural forces, she lied to Sylvia:

[Sylvia... I... I was just practicing nature magic, so I might not be able to get through for now.]

A brief silence.

Oh, you're still practicing so late?

"You've been practicing for so long, you must be hungry, right? I'll bring it to you later, okay?"

Sylvia's voice remained gentle, filled with genuine concern.

But this only made Vera feel more guilty.

No, Vera can't eat anymore after eating Lynn's delicious food.

I am sorry.

Sylvia.

【No!】

I...I might not be able to go back for a while, so please don't bother.

The guilt and panic in her heart made Vera's voice sound somewhat hurried in the Sound of Nature.

Another silence followed.

This time it's a bit longer.

Is that so...?

Then be careful not to overwork yourself.

Sylvia's voice lowered.

【Yes, Sylvia, you too.】

The connection was lost.

Vera opened her eyes, a hint of bitterness in them.

I am sorry.

Sylvia, all I wanted at first was to make you happy.

Just for your culinary dreams.

But now.

I...

It seems like there's really no going back.

At this moment.

In the warm yellow restaurant diagonally across the street, Sylvia slowly put down the honey-roasted venison steak she was plating.

She stood in front of the kitchen counter, her emerald green eyes gazing absently at the deep blue night sky outside the window.

After a long while, she sighed softly, and her shoulders slumped.

"Vera..."

"What are you doing?"

She murmured to herself, as if she were whispering.

Sylvia isn't stupid.

She could hear the hesitation, panic, and deliberate alienation in the sounds of nature...

I just don't want to believe it.

She couldn't believe that Vera, the girl she grew up with, had promised to be her best friend for life, and had vowed to always eat her cooking, would lie to her.

Sylvia slowly walked to the window seat and sat down, which was Vera's favorite spot.

She lay face down on the table, her cheek pressed against the cool wooden surface.

It felt like it was pressed against Vera's cold body.

The slight coolness helped to clear her mind.

She had some guesses, but...

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of Lynn's Restaurant outside the window.

The Prophet's restaurant is brightly lit.

It was so bright it was almost blinding.

Vera.

You're not with the Prophet, are you? Surely not...

After a while, the restaurant door was pushed open.

In Sylvia's gaze.

A round, fat card flew out.

"Sylvia!"

"The Prophet is looking for you! He wants you to go to his restaurant right now!"

Fat Card fluttered in, its voice muffled.

Sylvia froze for two seconds, then suddenly stood up!

In her mind, the guess seemed to be becoming a reality.

She didn't speak, or even respond to Fat Card.

Instead, he rushed out of the restaurant and ran towards the brightly lit restaurant diagonally across the street.

The evening breeze whistled in her ears, and the fluorescent flowers on both sides of the road cast blurry streaks of light beside her running figure.

She ran.

It felt like countless years had passed.

I saw countless memories with Vera.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and her pigtails were flying behind her.

No.

begging.

Please, don't do it that way.

The moment she pushed open the door of Lynn's Restaurant, time seemed to stand still.

The warm light from the restaurant spilled out, illuminating her cheeks, flushed from running.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room—

Then the image was fixed on the window seat.

Vera sat there, her silver hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her emerald eyes glazed over, glistening with the satisfied light of someone enjoying a delicious meal.

Several empty plates were placed in front of her, one of which, a wasabi dipping dish, was licked clean.

And her belly…

It's already quite bulging.

Hearing the door open, Vera opened her dazed eyes.

He turned his head away.

Eyes facing each other.

Vera's dreamy eyes widened instantly.

All the satisfaction and joy receded like the tide at this moment, replaced by panic, shame, and helplessness.

She abruptly lowered her head, not daring to look Sylvia in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Sylvia..."

"I...I'm not a good friend. I didn't keep my promise to you..."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's murmur.

Sylvia stood there, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

She looked at the empty plates, and at Vera, whose face was covered in sauce from eating so eagerly.

Sylvia just felt...

I felt something in my chest crack and shatter.

"Vera, no..."

"That's not how it works..."

Sylvia opened her mouth, her voice dry.

She wanted to say "It's okay," she wanted to say "As long as you're happy," she wanted to say "We're still good friends"—

But tears welled up uncontrollably.

"sorry,"

"I'm so sorry..."

Guilt made Vera's voice tremble with tears.

Just then, Lynn came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly sliced ​​sashimi.

Seeing Sylvia at the door, he raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his face.

"Sylvia's here? Perfect timing, come and have some too."

But at this moment.

Sylvia had no appetite.

Her usually vibrant and warmly smiling face was now as pale as flower petals under the moonlight.

Her emerald green eyes were brimming with tears, and her red-rimmed eyes were heartbreaking.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress something. She seemed to have lost all color, turning into a faded painting.

"My Lord Prophet, you have won."

Sylvia's voice was very soft, as soft as a feather falling to the ground.

She lowered her head, and tears finally broke free from their sockets, falling one by one to the ground.

"I give up."

The moment she said those words, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her silent weeping turned into suppressed sobs.

The smile on Lynn's face slowly faded.

He sighed.

He put down the plate in his hand, walked up to Sylvia, squatted down, and brought his line of sight to hers.

"win?"

"Sylvia, I never treated this as a competition."

He repeated the word softly and shook his head.

Sylvia looked up at him with teary eyes.

Lynn stood up, walked to the counter, skewered a few slices of freshly cut sashimi with clean wooden skewers, and prepared a small dish of new wasabi soy sauce.

Then he walked back and handed the two items to Sylvia.

"Try it."

Sylvia looked at the item in front of her, then at Lynn, and finally hesitantly accepted it.

She copied Vera's earlier actions, rolled the sashimi in the dipping sauce, and put it in her mouth—

The pungent, spicy aroma made her cough twice, but her eyes quickly lit up.

"What...is this?"

"It tastes strange, but...it's so unique."

"It perfectly brings out the sweetness of the fish..."

She looked at the dish of green sauce with great surprise.

She ate this spicy food while crying, which made her snot bubble up from her nose, making her look pitiful, cute, and funny at the same time.

"This is called wasabi paste, made from a special root vegetable."

As she spoke, Lynn took a clean handkerchief and wiped Sylvia clean.

It made the girl's cheeks blush.

"Try this one."

Lynn then handed her a skewer of grilled squid.

Sylvia took it, and this time she dipped it more carefully.

After taking a bite, her expression changed from surprise to amazement.

"The aroma of charcoal, the chewiness of squid, and the spiciness and saltiness of the seasoning..." she murmured to herself, her emerald eyes regaining their light.

That was the excitement a chef felt upon encountering a technique never before seen: "These flavors are layered, complementing each other without overpowering one another... What a wonderful combination!"

Lynn smiled.

He walked back to the counter and began preparing the ingredients while speaking, his voice calm and clear:

"Sylvia, your cooking is excellent—"

"No, it's excellent."

"Mastering the cooking time for honey-roasted venison chops and achieving a balanced flavor in starberry jelly requires years of practice and talent."

Sylvia looked up at Lynn with some surprise, then replied somewhat apologetically, "No, not really."

Sylvia never expected to receive praise from the Prophet.

"I'm not that much better than you at cooking."

"I just have more possibilities than you do."

Lynn put down the kitchen knife, wiped her hands clean, and walked up to her.

Sylvia turned her head away, somewhat flustered, when Lynn looked at her.

"I plan to teach you my cooking skills, Sylvia."

At this moment, Lynn paused, looked at Vera who was standing to the side with her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and then looked back at Sylvia.

"Then, Sylvia can continue to cook delicious food for Vera."

"After all, I can't feed her for a lifetime by myself."

As he said this, Lynn looked at Vera with a smile in his eyes.

Vera turned her head away shyly, having heard Lynn say, "I can't feed her for a lifetime."

I feel inexplicably lost.

Upon hearing this, Sylvia's emerald green eyes began to light up.

"My Lord Prophet...I..."

"sorry..."

When Sylvia heard this, she was initially delighted.

But a moment later, a wave of guilt washed over her—the Prophet was too kind, for making such a willful challenge.

Then, the prophet actually...

They were actually willing to accept me and even teach me cooking skills with such kindness.

"What is there to be sorry about? Everyone has beautiful things they cherish in their hearts."

"Sylvia, you just want to protect her wholeheartedly."

Hearing this, Sylvia's eyes reddened again.

She thought of her people's lack of understanding and Vera's wavering resolve.

She never expected that the one who would finally understand her would be the very prophet she regarded as her rival.

"Waaaaah~ Prophet!!"

"Only you understand me!!"

Sylvia felt her tears were about to spill over, and she threw herself into Lynn's arms, feeling lost and wronged.

This sudden move left Lynn somewhat bewildered.

The girl's soft touch forced Lynn to raise her hand high.

No.

That's not the storyline I designed.

The plot I designed should be that you two reconcile and Vera's feelings for me increase dramatically.

He glanced at Sylvia, who was wiping her tears with his clothes.

Then he glanced at Vera sitting next to him.

Her expression changed rapidly, first from guilt to surprise, then to disappointment, then to shame and indignation, and finally to countless low murmurs: "Lynn, you big bad guy, womanizer, stinky guy, idiot, big idiot."

Finally, these murmurs burst into a single sentence: "Lynn! What are you doing?!"

I heard Vera's voice.

Sylvia suddenly regained her senses and realized that her actions had been somewhat abrupt.

She quickly pulled away from Lynn's embrace and explained to Vera, "It's not the Prophet's fault, it was my rudeness, Vera."

Vera's little mouth was puffed out.

She felt in her heart that this must all be Lynn's plan.

After all, he is a prophet, who inspires and guides all things.

If he wanted to coax her, that girl could have escaped, let alone someone as naive as Sylvia.

"It's not your fault, Sylvia."

"Let's go, let's ignore him, I'm going to your place."

Upon hearing that Vera wanted to join her side, Sylvia was initially happy, but then looked at Lynn with some hesitation: "But... what about the Prophet?"

"Let's go together." Lynn smiled. At times like this, you have to be a little thick-skinned.

"No way!"

"Together, together." Lynn ignored her.

With the remaining food and seasonings in hand, Lynn and Fatty arrived at Sylvia's restaurant.

At the kitchen counter, Lynn's explanation was concise and clear.

The initial unease and disappointment in Sylvia's eyes were gradually replaced by a focused light.

She possessed talent and passion, but lacked knowledge about seasonings.

When Lynn opened the door for her, the food came back to life in her hands.

When the first dish, which she had personally modified, was served to Vera, Vera took only one bite, and her emerald green eyes instantly lit up.

She smiled contentedly.

That smile brought Sylvia more joy than any words.

What Sylvia wanted was perhaps never just an agreement or a victory, but the unreserved joy on the face of the person in front of her as they tasted her feelings.

In the gentle breeze of a summer night.

In that unnoticed corner.

A lily of the valley quietly blooms.

That was the pure and beautiful meaning that happiness had returned.

Yes.

Beautiful things should not, and never will, be easily broken.

but.

Lynn wouldn't let go of the delicious elf girl as a reward for winning the challenge.