The outing

Ray's eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains. The world beyond his bed was still hazy, a dream clinging to the edges of his consciousness. But then Ellen burst into the room, her excitement palpable.

"Ray!" she exclaimed, her voice a melody. "Today is the day—the grand outing we've been waiting for!"

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Ellen's enthusiasm was infectious, and he allowed himself to be swept along. She dragged him toward the wardrobe, her fingers dancing over the fabric.

"Blue," she declared, holding up a shirt. "Definitely blue. And those brown boots—you'll look dashing!"

Ray chuckled, surrendering to her whims. He had never been one for fashion, but today was different. Today, they would explore the city together—a rare treat. Since arriving in this new world, he had been buried in books, deciphering ancient texts and practicing magic. But now, adventure beckoned beyond the threshold of their home.

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Outside, the sun bathed the cobblestone streets in warmth. Ray held Ellen's hand as they strolled, the bustling city coming alive around them. Stalls lined the sidewalks, their fragrant offerings tempting passersby.

Ellen insisted they try everything—the sweet pastries, the savory dumplings, and the exotic fruits.

"Ray, look!"

Ellen pointed to a vibrant scarf hanging in a shop window. "Wouldn't this be perfect for you?"

Ray examined the fabric, appreciating its intricate patterns. "Perhaps,"

he replied, amused by Ellen's enthusiasm. "But let's explore a little more."

They wandered deeper into the heart of the city, the narrow alleys revealing hidden gems. Ray marveled at the architecture—the ornate balconies, the colorful shutters, and the delicate ironwork.

Gerhard, their loyal servant, followed discreetly behind. His eyes never left Ray and Ellen, observing their interactions. He had served the family for years, but something had changed in Ray.

The young master was no longer a pampered young master; he had the aura of a experienced person.

As the crowd thickened, Ray scooped Ellen into his arms, effortlessly lifting her above the heads of the bustling townsfolk. She giggled, her hat askew, and Ray's heart swelled. For the first time, he felt truly alive.

"Gerhard,"

Ray called over his shoulder, "keep your distance. We don't want to draw attention."

The servant nodded, his expression unreadable.

And then, they arrived—the building Ray had dreamed of. Its stone façade bore no ancient symbols, but its purpose was clear. The Adventure Guild awaited.

Ray gazed at Ellen's eager face and decided that the moment wasn't right to address this problem since he is here to enjoy, he would enjoy every moment. He pushed the feeling aside and focused on the excitement in his sister's eyes. "Come on, Ellen, let's go have some fun!" he said, offering her his hand.

Ellen's face lit up, and she grasped his hand tightly as they made their way to the grand restaurant that was their destination.

The establishment was renowned for its opulence and extravagant cuisine, catering to the wealthy elite of the territory. As children of the powerful Silvermist family, who controlled this land, Ray and Ellen were no strangers to luxury.

Upon arrival, they were greeted with a warm welcome, and Ellen's eyes sparkled as she took in the lavish decor.

"Wow, Ray, look at this place!" she exclaimed. "It's so fancy!"

Ray chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Yes, it certainly is. And we're going to enjoy every bit of it."

Ellen's gaze drifted to the windows, and her face fell slightly. "Ray, can we sit near the window? I want to see the city while we eat."

Ray smiled and requested a private room with a window from the hostess. She nodded graciously and led them through the crowded dining area, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.

As they approached their private room, a commotion caught their attention. A couple, dressed in fine attire, was engaged in a heated argument with the hostess.

"If even they can get a private room, why can't we?"

the man demanded, his voice rising in indignation...