Their spar continued without pause.
The sharp clang of sword against claw echoed throughout the training chamber as Zephyr and Qingyi exchanged blows at incredible speeds.
Meanwhile, a short distance away, Yvette was calmly preparing a meal for the three of them.
Unlike the fierce battle taking place nearby, the atmosphere around her was peaceful and serene.
A small smile appeared on her lips as she watched Zephyr out of the corner of her eye before returning her attention to her work.
When she had first become Zephyr’s personal maid years ago, he had asked if she would allow him to do certain tasks like bathing and dressing himself.
And if she will accompany him for Meals together.
Her answer at the time had been an immediate and vehement refusal.
A maid allowing her master to do the maid’s work?
The very thought had horrified her.
However, as the years passed and their relationship deepened, her perspective gradually changed.
She no longer saw herself as merely a servant carrying out orders.
She wanted their relationship to become something more.
Something closer.
Something warmer.
And because of that, she had slowly begun allowing herself to relax around him and show more of her true feelings.
At the moment, she was preparing one of Zephyr’s favorite drinks.
Coffee.
At least, that was what Zephyr called it.
The beverage itself was known throughout the cultivation world as Starwake Essence Brew.
It originated from a distant Middle Realm and was produced from the roasted seeds of a rare spiritual plant known as the Dawnstar Bean Tree.
The plant wasn’t cultivated within the Supreme Realm of Infinity due to its unique environmental requirements and was instead imported from other realms.
Zephyr had nearly laughed himself breathless the first time he tasted it.
After one sip, he had confidently declared: “Wow, This is coffee.” And from that day onward, everyone around him had simply started calling it coffee as well.
When Zephyr’s fondness for the drink became widely known, the Supreme Realm of Infinity went to extraordinary lengths to satisfy his preference.
An entire cultivation zone was designated solely for the growth of the spirit plant used to create it.
Numerous Immortal Spirit Planters were assigned to nurture the crop, constantly improving its quality through advanced cultivation techniques and specialized spiritual environments.
At the same time, renowned Immortal Chefs were tasked with experimenting with new methods of roasting and brewing, all in an effort to create a version that would better suit the Crown Prince’s tastes.
The scale of it all left Yvette speechless.
Sometimes she still found it difficult to comprehend just how spoiled and cherished Zephyr truly was.
The Supreme Realm itself seemed willing to move mountains for his sake.
Yet what impressed her most was not the affection showered upon him, but the kind of person he had become despite it.
With the status he possessed and the way his family doted on him, no one would have been surprised if he had grown into an arrogant young master who viewed others as beneath him.
Instead, Zephyr had become the exact opposite.
He was kind.
Respectful.
Generous.
He treated servants with dignity, listened to the opinions of others, and never flaunted his status unnecessarily.
Yvette had met countless young geniuses and heirs throughout her life.
Many of them possessed backgrounds that could not even compare to a fraction of Zephyr’s.
Yet they strutted around as though the heavens revolved around them, barking orders at everyone they met and relying solely on their family’s influence to get their way.
Compared to those people, Zephyr was like a breath of fresh air.
The more time she spent by his side, the more she found herself admiring him.
And perhaps…
Falling a little deeper in love with him as well.
She was at first very worried about his Personality, thinking if he was a selfish and cruel Man than only a world of suffering was what awaited her.
It was also the reason, for her to outwardly maintain and cheerful and positive image but Inside be cautious in everything She does and walk on eggshell.
However time proved her wrong, her Prince was a unique individual with a captivating Charm, make her heart Swoon for him.
Yvette picked up a small silver grinder and carefully poured several dark-brown Dawnstar Beans into it.
The fragrant beans released a rich aroma even before being ground.
With practiced movements, she slowly crushed them into a fine powder.
The scent immediately intensified.
It carried hints of roasted nuts, dark chocolate, and a faint sweetness unique to spiritual ingredients.
Afterward, she heated purified spirit water over a small flame.
The water itself was gathered from one of the sacred springs within the Supreme Realm and contained an abundance of spiritual energy.
When the water reached the proper temperature, she slowly poured it through the freshly ground coffee.
A rich, dark liquid dripped into a crystal cup below.
The aroma alone was enough to wake a sleeping cultivator.
Satisfied with the result, she set the drink aside before focusing on the rest of the meal.
Today’s menu was simple.
Zephyr preferred meals that were delicious rather than extravagant.
She prepared slices of roasted spirit beast meat glazed with a honey-based sauce.
Beside them were freshly baked golden rolls filled with spiritual grains.
A colorful fruit platter was arranged nearby, containing fruits gathered from several different realms.
Each fruit contained unique nutrients and spiritual essence beneficial to cultivation.
Finally, she added a light vegetable soup prepared from herbs grown within the palace gardens.
The meal was balanced, nutritious, and most importantly— Prepared according to Zephyr’s tastes.
As she finished arranging everything on a tray, another loud clash echoed through the chamber.
Clang!
Yvette glanced toward the sparring arena.
Zephyr was laughing while Qingyi attempted to land a decisive strike.
The sight caused a small smile to appear on her usually expressionless face.
For a moment, she simply watched them.
The people most important to her were right here.
Training.
Laughing.
Living peacefully.
It was a simple scene.
Yet Yvette found herself wishing it could last forever.
When Yvette finished arranging the final dishes and looked up from the table, she immediately realized that the spar had reached its climax.