*Quick note on this series. I've always wanted to do a narrative using AI generated arts. Started with comics but I couldn't get consistent pictures for a cohesive story. Tried doing a Renpy but I hated writing the "sound" during those scene (and I'm lazy).  So here I am, trying to do a light novel. More on the "light" rather than "novel" part. This are intended to be short reads that take jabs at the "isekai" genre.  If this doesn't work out, then so be it. I'll at least get some writing practice out of it. Let me know what you think!*

Chapter 1 - Travelers

Abruptly woken by a bright light that seemingly split the obscured night, Serah's eye twitched a few times before opening half way to sleepily observe the event. She rolled out of her husband's embrace and situated herself lazily near the window for a better look. Though the cottage was quite distant from the walls of Stangrad, the pillar of light illuminated the room as if it were the breaking of dawn.

“So annoying, can't they pick a better time to... ”, Serah thought. However, before she could finish her thoughts, a pair of hands grabbed her around her waist and gently fell her back into bed.
    “What is it?” the man asked, with eyes yet opened.
    "They’re here. It's time for you to get to work", Serah responded as she wrestled for the blanket and began closing her eyes.

    Vince wanted to learn more about the event's effects, such as how many people were involved and when it took place; however, he didn't feel the need to inquire her. He partially opened one eye to take a quick glance at the window. The previous view was gone, and the night sky had returned with its serene darkness. He was looking at the chalk markings on the side of the window. It was similar to a vertical measuring tape, but these were numbered at the bottom from “6” to “12” , then to “6” to again at the top. A bright star that was three times larger than the others was horizontally lined up to the number “4”.
    "Doesn't hurt to prepare early," he thought to himself, as he slid off the bed with care and headed to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, the toned male with purple eyes looked directly at him as he brushed his teeth. For a man over 400 years of age, he didn't look a day past 30. He used to contemplate over it after he rolled into the triple digits, but those thoughts eventually faded with more passing of time. Today, a more pressing matter was at hand.

The meats are all ready for serving, and it will only take an hour to reach Standgrad…
No", he interjected his own thoughts.
"People must be flocking to the city for the 'Hero Reveal event. We should leave early if we don't want to get caught in the congestion."
Leaving now would be ideal, but convincing Serah to move at 4 am would be a losing battle. But then a thought hits him; he quickly washes up and heads into the kitchen.
    
    Vince simply puts, is a god in the kitchen. His absolute authority over the ingredients, plus hundreds of years of experience, has refined his skill into an unparalleled degree. Within 10 minutes, he can create a dish that fits to serve the king.

Wiping the the light sweat off the brow he called out,
    “Hey hon, break…”

    “Hmmmmmmm!” Serah muffled in delight as she bites into the piece of toast.
    “Fast… is ready”, Vince manages to say the rest before half of the meal disappeared. Although it was not unusual for her to be so enthusiastic about the "Three F's" - Fest, Fight, and Fuck - he sometimes forgets the extents of her passion.
    “You want something. I can see the deceit in those eyes”, Serah remarks as she licks the remnants of breakfast off her fingers. After giving her index and middle finger an unusually long suck.

She turned to him while remaining seated, slowly parted her legs and moved her panty to the side. Her moist little slit was now in full display. With two fingers, she spread the entrance apart, revealing a small amount of liquid oozing from it with a naughty look on her face.

Vince sighed deeply, not because of how bizarre the scene before him was, but rather how commonplace it had become. He despised how easily he could be swayed by that even after all the time they spent together. On any other day, he would have taken advantage of the situation immediately.
"Later, babe," Vince said in a stern voice, despite the desires of the part below.

"Now that you've had your breakfast, we need to start heading into the city."
Serah responded with a pout. That meant she would pack the carriage at a snail pace, so he needed to find a way to win her over.
    “If we could sell all our food early, we might get seats closer to the arena”, Vince said, smiling internally knowing there’s a high chance she’ll fold.
There was a glint in Serah’s eye as she turned away to hide it.

    “I guess it would be rude to keep Stangrad’s people from tasting “The Traveling Maître Cuisinier” cooking”, Serah confirms her own statement with a nod as she begins packing.