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Chapter 227 Snacks for the Wastelands Squad
Stubborn and dense, all at once.
Fine.
There were still a few gift boxes in the corner that the squad members had not been able to carry.
Lyra walked over and opened them one by one. She set aside anything inedible.
She picked up a box of fancy pastries, walked back toward the group, broke off one small piece for herself, and held out the larger portion to Garen.
Garen glanced down at it. “We cannot accept food from the Guide p>
Lyra typed on her device. “I’m about to eat these. You can taste-test them for poisons. That falls under keeping me safe, doesn’t it p>
Garen hesitated.
Lyra stretched her hand toward him again. He lowered his eyes and slowly took the pastry from her small palm.
The pastry was about the size of Lyra’s fist, yet it looked tiny and miniature nestled inside his huge, broad hand.
Garen’s emotions swirled as he stared at the treat.
Gratitude washed over him, overwhelmed by the Guide’s kindness.
Getting to protect someone as thoughtful as her was a fortune beyond measure for all of them.
And this stroke of luck all traced back to Gideon, trapped inside Black Spire.
“…Thank you, Ms. Kaelin.” His voice came out low and muffled.
Lyra gave him a soft smile. She repeated the same trick, passing out snacks to every other member of the squad.
“Thank you p>
“Thank you, Guide p>
‘These large, burly men looked at her with full-on grateful eyes. They accepted the treats politely and
nibbled slowly on the little snacks, each one smaller than their own palms.
Lyra thought even higher of them.
She turned back and rummaged through the remaining gift boxes, making up little excuses to hand every single member of the Wastelands Squad something edible.
Every man in the squad stood well over six-foot-three, with enormous appetites. Before long, nearly all the pastries from that pile of boxes in the corner had vanished into their stomachs.
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Lyra squatted by the doorway, watching them eat with quiet amusement.
The sight never failed to amuse her.
When she watched them hold those tiny pastries between two fingers, chewing with slow care, a silly image popped into her head.
She pictured a massive white bear opening its paw, and some important gentleman sitting comfortably in an office chair right in the center of that palm.
Funny and utterly adorable.
Perhaps caught under her watchful gaze, the Sentinels grew self-conscious.
They hurriedly stuffed the last bites into their mouths, puffed out their cheeks while chewing, planted both hands behind their backs, and stood rigidly on guard duty with perfectly serious faces.
Still, their cheeks and the tips of their ears burned bright red. Their tanned skin kept the flush from being
too obvious.
“Want some water?” Lyra typed, glancing over her shoulder.
None of the gift boxes held drinks. There was a water dispenser inside the ward, yet she could not spot any cups anywhere.
The members of the Wastelands Squad shook their heads hard.
“…No thank you, Guide, we aren’t th-urk!-thirsty p>
One man spoke too fast, choked for a split second, then quickly composed himself again.
Lyra could not hold back any longer. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter.
Big guys had their own brand of charm, clumsy and earnest.
She was barely holding herself together, her whole body trembling with suppressed giggles.
The Sentinel, who had choked, felt like his entire brain had been plunged into boiling water, every inch burning hot.
His face flamed bright red, and he dared not meet Lyra’s eyes.
The rest of the squad looked equally mortified.
Even so, their eyes kept drifting back toward that small figure squatting on the floor, laughing soundlessly.
Never before had they met a Guide like her-warm, approachable, gentle-hearted.
Her smile held genuine healing power.
Her eyes crinkled like a crescent moon hanging low in the sky, flecked with tiny bright starlight.
Her lips lifted high, showing a neat row of white teeth.
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It felt like a perfect early summer day-mild sunshine, soft breezes carrying flower scent, clear birdsong
fting on the wind.
Everything felt calm and beautiful. So beautiful, they wanted to defend this moment with everything they had…
Early the next morning, Nael arrived to run a check-up on her condition.
Yannis and Lior followed close behind him.
Once they confirmed no lingering issues or discomfort, Lyra was cleared to return to her private quarters within the White Citadel.
Zane and his Drifting Cloud Squad waited outside when she stepped out.
Dressed all in white, Zane carried an air of quiet sanctity. He dipped his head slightly, long fine eyelashes falling, his manner respectful but never subservient.
“Good morning, Ms. Kaelin. My unit will oversee your safety for today p>
Lyra glanced toward the Wastelands Squad, who had not yet left.
One squad per day for guard duty, it seemed.
She nodded and typed a message for Garen and his men, “You’ve done good work. Go get some proper rest p>
They had stood watch over her the entire previous night.
When insomnia had woken her and she opened the door, she had spotted them standing rigid and motionless outside, like thick, solid support pillars.
Garen and his squad’s hearts skipped. They quickly bowed their heads.
“You give us too much credit, Ms. Kaelin. This is our duty p>
Lyra turned toward Zane’s group. “Let’s go p>
Zane stepped smoothly aside, behaving like a polished, courteous gentleman. “After you, Ms. Kaelin p>
Lyra stepped forward. Members of the Drifting Cloud Squad lined up on either side of her.
Compared to the bulky Wastelands Squad, these Sentinels looked slimmer and more delicate.
The contrast could not have been sharper: one group broad and rugged, the other refined and sleek.
They were all very young, handsome boys.
Yet scattered, fresh scratch marks covered their faces, as if some animal had raked its claws across them.
Those injuries had not been there the day before.
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Had they gotten into a fight?
Feeling her curious gaze trace over their features, the young Sentinels of the Drifting Cloud Squad dropped their eyes, visibly ill-at-ease.
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