I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 104 Another Time with the [Hair Growth Potion - Extra Concentrated]

Sylvia stood behind the restaurant counter, holding a long-handled wooden spoon, stirring the thick soup simmering in the pot intermittently.

Her movements were somewhat mechanical.

Because her gaze remained fixed on the table by the window.

Vera sat there.

But he seemed somewhat listless.

A plate of sauerkraut fish, meticulously prepared by Sylvia, was laid out in front of him. Following Lynn's method, he had already mastered about 70-80% of the essentials.

Normally, Vera would have already been feasting.

While eating, they'll let out satisfied hums, and might even drink the broth clean.

But now, she was just unconsciously poking at the fish with her fork, breaking the whole fish slices into pieces.

After taking a few bites, she put down her fork, rested her chin on her hand, and looked out the window. Her gaze was unfocused, and her emerald eyes had lost their usual sparkle, replaced by a hint of melancholy that she herself was unaware of.

This is the sixth day.

Six days after Lynn left.

On the first day, Sylvia made Vera's favorite honey-baked ribs.

This is a special edition, with seasonings added according to Lynn's recipe.

Vera ate most of it, but chewed slower than usual, leaving a small piece behind, saying she would "save it for dinner"—she never used to leave food uneaten.

The next day, Sylvia tried making the crab roe soup dumplings that Lynn had taught her to make.

Vera did eat two baskets, but she clearly didn't enjoy the food.

later...

Sylvia tried several more methods, but Vera was clearly unhappy each time.

Today is the sixth day.

Sylvia looked at Vera's barely eaten sauerkraut fish and her fingers gripping the wooden spoon tightened slightly.

She turned down the stove to keep the soup warm, then took off her apron, wiped her hands, and her gentle, bright smile returned to her face.

then.

Walk toward Vera's table.

"Vera~"

"What's wrong lately? Is it because my cooking isn't to your liking?"

She sat down opposite Vera, her voice soft.

Vera seemed to be jolted awake from her thoughts, quickly shaking her head and forcing a smile: "No, Sylvia, your cooking is delicious! Really!"

"Yeah?"

"But you've been eating much less lately than before. Look, you didn't finish the fish today."

Sylvia tilted her head, her smile unchanged.

"I...I'm just not very hungry." Vera's eyes darted around, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of her white hair.

"Not very hungry? Our little foodie Vera isn't very hungry? That's not like you."

"Is something on your mind? You can tell me." Sylvia leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, her eyes crinkling.

Her tone was gentle and concerned.

Vera's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she had been caught out, and her voice became even softer: "I...I didn't! I don't have anything on my mind!"

"Really not?"

"Then why have you been so unhappy ever since the Prophet went out to attend to something?"

"Um."

"I've lost my appetite, and I'm distracted when practicing magic."

Sylvia's smile deepened, but her eyes held a hint of teasing.

Vera's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple: "I...I didn't do it because of him...!"

"he?"

"Who is he? So it really is because of the Prophet?"

Sylvia grasped the key words, and her smile grew even brighter.

"Ah! That's not true!" Vera glared at Sylvia with a flustered look in her eyes.

Sylvia chuckled softly, her voice now crisper than a wind chime: "Really not? I've heard someone muttering all the time lately about scumbags, womanizers, big bad guys, leaving without even saying goodbye... Hmm, let me think, who are they talking about?"

"Sylvia!"

"Stop talking!"

Vera blushed deeply and reached out to cover her mouth.

Sylvia dodged to the side, a sly glint in her eyes: "So, Vera is thinking about the Prophet, isn't she? Because she's thinking about him, she can't eat, right?"

"I didn't even think about that fickle guy, that womanizer, that wicked prophet!" Vera practically shouted.

But after shouting, she froze, then buried her face in her arms, only her bright red ear tips showing: "Waaah... Don't say it again..."

Just then—

The restaurant door was pushed open.

The bell on the door rang out with a clear "ding-a-ling" sound.

Sylvia and Vera turned to look at the same time.

At the door, Lynn was withdrawing his hand from pushing the door open, with Lydia standing beside him.

Sylvia's smile instantly brightened, and she jumped up and ran joyfully over:

"Master! Master! You're back!"

"Lia! Leah, come here quickly! I've missed you all so much!"

She first hugged Lynn's arm.

However, this time Lynn was standing next to Lia, so Sylvia quickly let go.

She affectionately took Leah's hand: "Good evening, Leah!"

Lia politely returned the greeting: "Good evening, Sister Vera and Sister Sylvia."

Lynn followed closely behind, greeting them, "Vera, Sylvia, good evening!"

Vera also stood up, and she first warmly kissed Leah.

Then she looked at Lynn, her emerald green eyes filled with grievance and resentment.

She bit her lower lip, turned her head away, and said in a stiff tone:

"Oh my! Isn't this the Great Prophet Lynn? I thought you'd forgotten about me."

This intense resentment is almost tangible.

Lynn smiled wryly to herself, knowing that she had neglected the little foodie for the past few days and that she was throwing a tantrum.

He looked at Leah, who nodded obediently.

He walked over and softened his voice: "Vera, how could I forget? I've been too busy these past few days."

"Hmph." Vera snorted through her nose, still refusing to look at him.

"Don't be angry." Lynn reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve.

This movement made Vera's ears twitch.

"I'm back now, aren't I? What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make you something special, I guarantee you've never had anything like it before, okay?"

Vera's shoulders relaxed slightly, but she still stubbornly refused to turn around.

Lynn thought for a moment, then leaned closer, lowered his voice, and breathed warmly into Vera's ear: "Next time... next time if we go somewhere farther away, I'll try to take you with me, okay?"

"Then, once the new city is built, I'll take you there for a stroll, just the two of us."

The warm breath made Vera feel a little itchy, and the tips of her ears turned a light pink.

But this promise seemed to strike a chord with Vera.

Her cheeks flushed red instantly, but noticing that Leah and Sylvia were both looking at her, she turned her head away, both embarrassed and flustered: "Who, who wants to go out with you alone! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Seeing the resentment and grievance in Vera's eyes disappear, replaced by a sweet shyness, Lynn smiled at Vera and said, "So it's settled then?"

"...Whatever you want!" Vera lowered her head and whispered.

Her fingers unconsciously curled her hair, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards into a small arc.

This scene was witnessed in its entirety by Sylvia, who was standing nearby.

Her warm smile remained unchanged, still as bright as the sun.

She watched as Lynn easily comforted Vera, who had been sullen for days, with just a few words; she watched Vera's rapid transformation from dejection to shy sweetness; she watched the natural and intimate atmosphere between the two of them...

Her heart felt as if it had been gently squeezed by an invisible hand.

It doesn't hurt, but it feels a bit stuffy.

Sure enough.

Vera.

You really have... fallen for the Prophet.

Her gaze shifted between Lynn and Vera, finally settling on Vera's sweet profile.

Deep within my heart, a voice softly arose, carrying a chilling confirmation:

We promised to stay together forever.

You promised me, Vera.

Since you've fallen for the Prophet...

If it's the prophet...

The prophet's willpower must be very strong; it seems this is the only way.

This is the only way.

Sylvia's smile grew even brighter. She turned and walked briskly toward the kitchen, her voice still lively:

"Master, you two chat first, I'll go prepare the ingredients for dinner!"

As she entered the kitchen, the heavy wooden door closed gently behind her, shutting out the faint sounds of conversation and laughter from the front hall.

Sylvia's smile faded little by little.

It gradually transformed into a kind of resolute, all-or-nothing determination.

She walked to the small cabinet where her personal belongings were stored, squatted down, and opened the bottom drawer.

Inside lay a bottle of green medicine, with a familiar label on it.

[Hair Growth Potion - Extra Concentrated Version]