The morning's golden glow gently spilled into the top floor restaurant of the Guardian Tower, cloaking the oak long table in a warm, glowing edge. The air was filled with the aroma of toasted bread, the rich scent of fried eggs, and a faint sweetness from the elf-specialty jam.
Four people sat around the long dining table.
Lynch sat in the main seat, gazing at the scene before him, a subtle relaxation in his eyes.
To his left was the elf Naliti, cautiously using a silver spoon to evenly sprinkle a pinch of salt on the golden fried bacon, her movements as gentle as handling precious alchemy materials.
Her emerald green hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing beautifully contoured pointed ears, while the morning light danced amidst her hair like dewdrop-strewn vines in the forest.
On Lynch's right, Annie was enthusiastically tackling a piece of bread smothered in thick honey, holding Frankenstein in her arms.
Beside Annie was sitting Messiah.
