Bry’s father taunted him with a smug expression. "What? Are you more afraid of being pinched than getting hit by me?" he asked sarcastically. Bry looked back at him, clearly puzzled.


    "Dad, can’t you see? Brother Dave looks like he’s in so much pain. Even an adult would nearly cry from being pinched like that. Honestly, getting hit seems better to me," Bry said, trying to exin his reasoning to his father. He nced back at Dave, who was still wincing in difort, and winced himself. "Sister Hera looks pretty formidable," he murmured before returning to his meal. Although no one could quite read his thoughts, Bry started behaving more thoughtfully, stealing asional nces at Hera and Dave before focusing back on his food.


    Bry’s father burst intoughter at his son’s mischievous behavior and silently gave Hera a thumbs up. Soon after, another round of food arrived. This time, the dishes were simple and familiar to Bry and his father. Bry’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the familiar fare, and he eagerly anticipated the meal. Bry’s father cast an appreciative nce at Hera, acknowledging her thoughtfulness.


    He began serving his son the simple fare, such as grilled fish, and enjoyed the meal heartily himself. Seeing her good intentions appreciated, Hera felt uplifted and continued eating with a sense of satisfaction. The breakfast turned out to be a wonderful mood booster for everyone. As they finished their meal, the atmosphere around the dining table was filled withughter and shared stories. They discussed their passions and personal experiences, deepening their understanding of one another.


    Dave took on the role of the group’s mascot, guiding the conversation to a rxed and humorous tone. His yful banter led to frequentughter among the group, and that’s how their celebratory feast concluded. After they finished eating, Hera, Bry, Dave, and Zhane set off for a boat ride around theke. Dave made sure to ask the boatman to take a picture of him with Hera. Given the small space, the photo ended up capturing all four of them—Zhane, Hera, Bry, and Dave—together.


    Hera sat in the center of the plush, white velvet seat, nked by Dave on one side and Zhane on the other. Bry, holding the fish feed and shing a wide smile, crouched in front of Hera, eagerly looking at the camera as they captured the moment.


    Since it was still early in the daypared to when Hera, Luke, and Rafael had visited yesterday, the ambiance in the picture was slightly different. Birds were captured in flight, darting around the water lilies as they snatched at insects. The photo also featured the soft shimmer of a rainbow, created by the reflection of teardrop crystals hanging from therge umbre, casting a delicate, glittering halo. This created a soft, elegant atmosphere, in contrast to the ethereal, fairytale-like quality of the previous day.


    At first, Dave is dissatisfied but then again, after considering again, hees into terms that the picture itself could be considered a different experience from what Luke and Rafael had with Hera even if they are in the same ce and he felt much better after having such thought.


    After they had spent a pleasant morning together, Gerald escorted them to the lobby to see them off to their cars. But the world is really so small that enemies often meet on a narrow road.


    "Well, well, well. Look who we have here!" Sienna, who had recently parted ways with Hera’s group and left on a sour note, was now seen again with the granddaughter of the Korean dignitary. To Hera’s surprise, ire was also with them. ire, who was supposed to be cklisted from the Golden Dragon Pavilion due to her previous misdeeds, attempted to hide behind Sienna and the Korean dignitary’s granddaughter. However, it was already toote—Hera had spotted her.


    Hera merely chuckled and took a step forward, her arms crossed confidently over her ample chest. This stance, inadvertently highlighting her impressive figure, only added to hermanding presence. Her demeanor was deliberately assertive, clearly intended to provoke and unsettle the three girls further.


    "Shhh!" Before Sienna could utter another derogatory or upsetting word, Hera swiftly gestured for her to be quiet, cing her index finger over her lips with a mischievous glint in her eye. This gesture only served to heighten Sienna’s indignation, a reaction Hera was fully prepared for and clearly relished.