did not bother entering the village. Instead, he chose a flat patch of land near the outskirts and began setting up camp.
From the carriage, he retrieved a pot and a portable stove, while Sid was sent off to gather firewood. Upon his return, casually snapped his fingers, conjuring a small flickering flame in his palm before tossing it into the stove.
Sid's eyes widened in awe. He had always known his master was no ordinary man, but to see magic performed so effortlessly only deepened his reverence.
Count Huen had been thorough in his preparations—'s supplies were abundant, stocked with salted meats, butter, cheese, and fresh vegetables. Using these, he prepared a hearty stew. With the right spices, anything could be made to taste delicious.
"Here," said, handing Sid a bowl. "Take as much as you need."
Sid was taken aback, his hands hesitating over the offering. "My lord, I can manage with rations. This is too—"
"Eat," interrupted, his patience thinning. "I won't say it twice."
