I Received System to Become Dragonborn

Chapter 670 Guests

Arty and their mom stood in the doorway with expressions a mix of confusion and mild alarm as they see a lot of people suddenly appeared in their modest home.

Though they were accustomed to Erend's strange comings and goings, and even aware of his role as a Dragonborn, this particular moment caught them off guard.

The room was now bustling with voices and movements as Erend's unusual group of companions filled the small space with their presence.

Before the awkward silence could stretch too long, Erend's mother quickly composed herself. Her warm welcoming nature took over and she smiled, brushing her hands on her apron.

"I'm so sorry, everyone," she said with voice tinged with genuine hospitality. "The house isn't as clean as it should be and I wasn't expecting guests. Erend didn't say a word about this!"

Erend rubbed the back of his neck, offering a sheepish grin.

"Yeah... sorry about that, Mom. Arty," he added, glancing toward his sister, who crossed her arms with a raised brow, clearly unimpressed. "I, uh, didn't exactly plan this well."

Aurdis stepped forward gracefully, her flowing white attire and calm demeanor a stark contrast to the lively chaos. She inclined her head politely.

"The fault is ours. We should be the ones apologizing for arriving unannounced. It was inconsiderate of us."

Her tone was gentle and each word carrying the soft cadence of nobility. As expected of an Elf Princess.

Erend's mother waved her hands dismissively, her smile widening. "Oh, don't worry about it, Aurdis. You're all welcome here. Let's not stand around, though. Come on, let's head to the backyard, it's more spacious there."

They all made their way through the house to the backyard. Arty followed, her sharp gaze scanning the group while trying not to seem too obvious about it.

Once outside, the group settled around a set of chairs and a small table under the shade of a tree. The backyard was simple and not really that spacious but cozy, with a well-tended garden lining the edges of the fence.

Eccar who always felt curious and carefree observer, leaned back in his chair with a bright smile, his gaze moving from one corner of the yard to another.

"This place is so different," he said with amusement. "I like it."

Saeldir, on the other hand stay sat upright, his brows slightly furrowed. Though he kept his expression neutral he could feel the distinct lack of Magic in the air.

The world felt oddly muted compared to the vibrant, Magic-rich environment of the Elven Palace. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it was... unusual.

Still, he remained polite and offering occasional nods and small smiles, trying not to let his feeling show.

Aurdis sat with her usual composed elegance with her hands folded neatly in her lap as shee look around the surroundings.

Her posture and calm demeanor showing her royal upbringin and she seemed determined to leave a good impression on Erend's mother and sister.

"It's lovely here. Just like always," Aurdis said with an air of genuine admiration. She turned toward Erend's mother and offered a warm smile.

"Your home has such a peaceful charm to it, Ma'am. I can see why Erend speaks of it with such fondness."

Erend's mother beamed at the compliment, her earlier flustered state easing into a comfortable pride. Arty, still standing near the doorway, just give her a small smile. She always adore how pretty and elegant Aurdis is since the first time they met. She just like a princess from the animation show she watched.

As the conversation continued, the atmosphere lightened.

The backyard had transformed into a lively and inviting space.

The smell of sizzling meat wafted through the backyard and growing richer with every passing second.

Erend stood by the grill expertly tending to the cooking meat while Eccar hovered beside him like a starved beast, his eyes fixed on the food with an intensity that made Erend sighed.

"Eccar," Erend said, turning a piece of meat over with his tongs, "you can't just hog it all. You've got to wait for your turn like everyone else. This is about sharing, alright?"

"Sure, sure," Eccar replied, waving a hand dismissively but keeping his gaze locked on the grill. "I'll wait. Don't worry."

Erend squinted at him, unconvinced. "Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it."

Moments later, the first piece of meat was perfectly grilled, its juices glistening as Erend placed it on a plate.

Before he could so much as blink, Eccar snatched it up with lightning speed, devouring it in one bite.

"Hey!" Erend exclaimed.

"This is amazing!" Eccar said, his voice muffled slightly as he chewed. "It's so different from Elven food. Richer, smokier... I love it!"

Aurdis, seated nearby, tilted her head in amusement. "Different, you say?"

Eccar grinned widely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, its different but all of it is delicious and I'm not picky. As long as it's food, I'm happy."

Erend but couldn't help smiling as he turned back to the grill. A few minutes later, another batch of meat was ready.

This time, Arty swooped in, skillfully arranging the food on plates before carrying them over to Aurdis and Saeldir.

"I hope you like it," Arty said, her tone slightly apologetic. "It might not be as fancy as Elven food, but we did our best."

Aurdis accepted the plate with a gracious smile with her unwavering elegant demeanor. "That's not fair to say. I'm certain we'll enjoy it just as much, if not more."

Saeldir nodded in agreement, his gaze warm as he took the plate from Arty. "Thank you. We appreciate the effort you've all done for us."

They each took a bite, the flavors immediately drawing their focus.

Aurdis glanced at Saeldir, her brow slightly raised in silent inquiry. Saeldir gave a small nod, his expression softening into approval.

"This is delicious," Aurdis said with tone of genuine delight.

"Truly," Saeldir added, his usual reserved demeanor giving way to a rare smile. "Your brother done an excellent job."

Arty beamed at their praise, feeling a swell of pride. "I'm glad you like it. There's plenty more if you want more!"

The group settled further into the lively atmosphere, laughter and chatter weaving through the warm air.

Erend, watching the scene unfold as he continued to grill, felt a quiet sense of contentment.

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