Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part 5)

A little while later, the bread finished baking. When Malvis's eyes lit up at the sight of the fresh loaves, Morin couldn't help but laugh.

He looked just like a kid.

"Well now, I thought something smelled good. Bread, is it?"

"Ah, Nabe," Morin said.

"It smells delicious. May I have a taste?"

"Of course."

Morin offered a freshly baked round loaf.

Nabe took it into his hands, still warm from the oven, and brought it to his mouth.

After a thoughtful chew, a gentle smile spread across his face.

Morin felt a wave of relief.

"It's excellent. You have quite a surprising talent, Morin."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really."

Being praised felt wonderful.

Morin beamed, and Nabe reached out to gently pat his head.

Nabe always gave off a somewhat old-fashioned vibe—probably a result of his many years of life.

It contrasted sharply with his youthful appearance.