Forbidden Love

Hostess of Fertility

As I lay in bed, the early morning light filtered through the curtains, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of someone knocking on my door. My mind was still foggy with sleep, and the world felt surreal. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled toward the door. When I finally opened it, I was greeted by the sight of Ottarl. He stood there with a calm posture, an air of confidence that only amplified the menacing aura surrounding him. The way he carried himself sent a shiver down my spine, filling me with an unsettling sense of fear.

"Get ready. We're going to Babel Tower to meet goddess Freya and receive your Falna."

"Sir!" I exclaimed, a surge of excitement racing through me. I eagerly tossed aside my soft, cozy pajamas, feeling the cool morning air envelop my skin. As I pulled on a comfortable pair of well-worn jeans, I appreciated their familiar fit and chose a fitted long-sleeve shirt that complemented my style. Each article of clothing made me feel ready and energized for whatever adventures awaited me that day. The anticipation bubbled inside me, making me eager to step out and embrace everything the day offered.

I step through the gate, my eyes following Ottarl as he leads me deeper into the bustling heart of the city. I am surrounded by vibrant street vendors and the sounds of lively conversation. The air is filled with the enticing aromas of local cuisine as we navigate the winding streets toward the lively central square.

The irresistible aromas of sizzling street foods fill the air, wrapping around me like an irresistible blanket of warmth. My stomach grumbles in protest, reminding me of our hurried departure without breakfast. As we step outside, the savory scent of marinated meat grilling, mixed with fragrant spices and freshly baked bread, dances through my senses, igniting an intense craving. Each vivid smell paints a picture of delicious possibilities, drawing me closer to the bustling vendors and the promise of a flavorful meal that I can't resist.

Ottarl shot me a sideways glance, his brow furrowing slightly as the deep rumble of my stomach broke the silence, echoing like a thunderclap in the stillness between us. Ottarl shot me a sideways glance, his brow furrowing slightly as the deep rumble of my stomach broke the silence, echoing like a thunderclap in the stillness between us.

I glanced down, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Just then, Ottarl chimed in, "Let's go eat! I know a great place."

Ottarl guided me to an intriguing restaurant named the Hostess of Fertility. The warm, inviting atmosphere was filled with the rich aromas of various spices.

We were greeted by a vibrant scene teeming with adventurers as we entered the restaurant. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and spices, while the lively chatter of patrons filled the space.

Out of nowhere, a lively elf girl with vibrant green hair cropped short and striking blue eyes appeared, guiding us to our seats with a warm smile. Her presence added a touch of enchantment to the moment as she gracefully navigated the bustling room.

She leaned in with a warm smile and inquired about our preferences for the meal. She also offered to share the details of that day's special dish with a hint of enthusiasm, inviting us to indulge in something unique.

Today, she shared the details of the special menu, which features a rich and creamy mushroom soup lovingly prepared to bring out its earthy flavors. Accompanying the soup is a warm, crusty loaf of freshly baked bread, perfect for dipping. To add a touch of sweetness, a side of golden honey is included, creating a delightful contrast that enhances the entire meal.

As I prepared to answer the hostess who had waited to check on our order, I was caught off guard by Ottarl's unexpected choice of fried catfish. The thought of someone opting for such a rich and hearty fried dish so early in the morning was startling. The smell of the crispy coating and the idea of the flaky fish inside seemed more suited for a late lunch or dinner than breakfast. I couldn't help but gaze at him, trying to comprehend his adventurous palate at this hour. "I've decided to order the day's special, as it sounds intriguing and I'm eager to try it."

With a bright smile lighting up my face, I enthusiastically announced, "I've made up my mind to order the special of the day. It piqued my curiosity with its unique ingredients and mouthwatering description on the menu. I can barely contain my excitement to experience the flavors and aromas it promises!"

A peaceful stillness settled between Ottarl and me as we sat at the table, eagerly awaiting our food. The clinking of dishes and soft chatter around us faded into the background. Breaking the silence, Ottarl leaned in slightly, a spark of curiosity in his eyes, and began to discuss what kind of weapon I would choose if I had the chance.

I replied to Ottarl, clearly stating my preference for a lightweight option. Given my more diminutive stature, I find it significantly more comfortable to manage items that are easy to lift and maneuver. Heavier objects tend to be troublesome for me.

Ottarl sat in deep contemplation, his mind wandering to light weapons. As his thoughts meandered, he found himself captivated by the idea of sleek, swift, and versatile daggers. He pondered their practicality and wondered aloud whether these finely crafted blades might fit him.

Ottarl asked me for my perspective on daggers, highlighting how seamlessly they align with my unique style. He mentioned how their sleek design and versatility make them not just a weapon but an extension of one's personality in combat.

With a sense of excitement, I acknowledged that the dagger was indeed a perfect fit for me. My gratitude for Ottarl's suggestion was evident as I beamed at him, a bright smile lighting up my face.

As we waited in anticipation, our food soon made its grand entrance. A generous plate of crispy fried catfish lay before us, its golden-brown crust glistening with the promise of flavor. Beside it, a steaming bowl of fragrant mushroom soup beckoned, the rich aroma mingling beautifully with the earthy scent of the fresh mushrooms. Accompanying this delightful spread was a warm, crusty loaf of bread, inviting us to tear off a piece to dip into the soup. As a finishing touch, a small dish of golden, sweet honey sat on the side, ready to drizzle over the catfish or slather onto the warm bread, elevating our meal to an unforgettable experience. Our food arrived shortly after: a big plate of fried catfish and a bowl of hot mushroom soup with a loaf of bread and golden sweet honey.

We quickly finished our breakfast. With a sense of contentment, Ottarl moved to settle the bill, and the petite elf with green hair and blue eyes responded, "That will be 2500 Valis."

We swiftly made our way to the Tower of Babel after leaving the restaurant.