​"Don't you have another waitress?"

Sunny asked, his voice low and even, attempting to diffuse the unnecessary conflict. He was acutely aware of the risk: the four men surrounding the table were all recognized Second Order powerhouses, and the woman, radiated the focused energy of a Third Order cultivator. He wasn't scared of them; he was simply worried that a conflict might escalate and disturb Josephine's essential recovery and rest upstairs.

​"Sir Alex," the Inn owner, clearly anxious, began to explain, his gaze darting nervously between Sunny and the intimidating group. "Brite is simply more experienced in making such a delicate order as you requested. She is the only one who will prepare it to your liking, Sir."

​Sunny shifted his gaze to the group, focusing on the woman who held the server captive. "Who are those guys?" he asked, subtly gathering intelligence.

​"They are the Viper Mercenary Guild," the owner answered, leaning closer. "And that lady is their leader, Elara." He paused to swallow nervously.

"The Viper Guild currently holds a top ten spot on the human kingdom official Ranking Board."

Sunny nodded . "Where can I see this Ranking Board?" he asked, filing the information away.

​"Oh, you can check the full board at the Mercenary Guild Main Headquarters. This ranking changes every week," the owner said, eager to provide any detail that might keep Sunny placated. He elaborated:

"The ranking is based on the collective strength of the guild members. The stronger the members, the higher the guild. Look at the Viper Guild, for example: they have more than thirty members, and the weakest among them is a First Order powerhouse."

​Sunny nodded, immediately recognizing the hierarchy and putting a mental note to avoid open conflict until he was ready.

​"Can you show me your kitchen?" he asked, deciding to circumvent the issue entirely. If he wanted the perfect breakfast for Josephine, he would make it himself.

​"Huh? Sure, this way, Sir Alex." The Inn owner nodded with a hint of confusion, not expecting a guest of his stature to enter the kitchen, and led Sunny through a side door.

​Sunny moved his gaze over the surprisingly large, well-equipped kitchen and nodded in approval; the Inn's reputation as the best in Biden Town was well earned.

​He walked towards the large gas stove, noting the archaic difference in technology. 'In the Lower World, our gas systems are far more advanced, controlled by simple energy taps. Here, I will have to ignite it manually with a match.'

​He found a matchbox, scraped the matchstick on its pack, and it caught on flame—a tiny spark of familiar civilization. He brought it closer to the gas burner and used his other hand to switch the flow on.

​The Inn owner watched in disbelief, amazed that a powerful, wealthy VIP guest like Sunny knew how to perform such menial tasks. He watched in a daze as Sunny placed a pan on the fire, expertly cracked six eggs, and after seasoning them with an invisible touch of skill he possessed, moved them onto the heat.

​The aroma of perfectly frying eggs hit the owner like a rich, savory truck. He swallowed hard as Sunny finished the dish, placing two perfectly golden toast slices on a clean plate. He neatly arranged the eggs between the bread slices to make two elegant sandwiches. Then, with practiced care, he picked up a red rose, which was kept fresh in a vase on the side, and arranged it artistically on the side of the plate. Finally, he added a small selection of fruits—grapes and chocolate—topping it up with a small, artisanal slice of cake, and wine.

​'Wow... His wife is a truly lucky woman.' The owner thought, completely won over. Sunny nodded, removed the apron he had tied, and gently picked up the tray.

​"I am off. You can add it to my tab," he said, passing the owner.

​"No, no need, Sir Alex! You already paid enough money upfront that could buy my whole Inn," the man quickly said with a flattering smile. "You don't have to worry about the tap."

​Sunny walked out of the kitchen, heading directly for the stairs without so much as a glance at the table of five.

​The woman, Elara, who had the server Brite sitting on her lap, turned her head to follow Sunny's progress, her eyes narrowing in silent assessment. She roughly slapped the waitress's ass cheeks, gesturing for her to stand up. With a brazen smile, she planted a rough kiss on the startled server, then walked toward the stairs herself, her four heavily armored men following in her wake.

​Brite, seeing her chance, rushed to the kitchen, splashing cold sink water onto her flushed face and rubbing her forearm where Elara had gripped her. She looked up at the cooks, who were just walking back inside.

​"Huh? Where were you guys?" she asked in confusion.

​"The Boss sent us out, said a VIP guest wanted to use the kitchen," the female cook replied with a frown. "Anyway, Brite, who was that bitch out there? The one with the red hair who went upstairs?"

​"Wait!! The VIP guests! Mr. Alex, and his wife, Miss Josephine! He just went upstairs!" Brite's expression instantly turned pale with sudden realization.

"Where is the Boss?!" she demanded.

​"Um? Why are you so worked up?" the male cook asked, frowning at her panic.

​"Just tell me where the Boss is!" Brite snapped.

​"Geez... He went through the back door; he might be there checking on the delivery," the woman quickly said. Brite rushed past them, heading for the back exit, desperate to warn the owner.

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​[Biden Town Inn - Third Floor Hallway.]

​Sunny stopped in front of their room door. He subtly moved his gaze to the hallway's end, noticing a figure hiding at the corner—it was Elara. He shook his head lightly, a brief flash of annoyance at the predictable move, and opened the door. He walked inside, deliberately ensuring not to lock it, leaving the door slightly ajar.

​He walked past the sitting room and entered the bedroom, finding Josephine seated cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed in deep meditation—or perhaps, just enjoying the silence.

​"You are awake?" he asked with a warm smile, placing the expertly crafted breakfast tray beside her.

​Josephine opened her eyes, their emerald depth softening as she saw him. She blinked in surprise, seeing the perfectly arranged food and the single red rose.

​"You?" she muttered, genuinely surprised.

​"Try it. I made it myself," Sunny said with a loving smile, sitting down beside her, the act of serving her being just as important as the act of ruling an empire.

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