Kael and Yue sat side by side on the rooftop bench.
The sun had already risen, casting long golden rays over the quiet rooftops, but neither of them seemed in a hurry to move.
Yue's voice broke the stillness—soft, almost hesitant.
"Kael… I'm the Sect Master of the Divine Dream Pavilion."
She closed her eyes after saying it, letting the words hang in the air like incense smoke.
This was it.
Surely he was shocked.
Too shocked to respond.
His sword spirit—was no ordinary companion, but a figure of immense power.
Revered. Feared.
A legend.
He's going to respect me now, she thought smugly.
No more sarcastic jabs. No more dismissive tone.
Finally.
Inside, she was already celebrating.
Laughing.
Regal. Victorious.
But outside?
Nothing.
Not a sound.
Stillness.
She waited a heartbeat longer.
Then another.
Finally, Yue opened one eye.
Kael was staring at her.
Expression unreadable.
Then, quietly, he spoke:
"…Is that a bakery?"
Silence.
