"Okay...?" Louis stretched the word, pressing Mira to tell him why he needed his help.

Mira hesitated for a second, looked at Louis' face, and asked in a soft, pleading tone.

"Can you perhaps give me recipes for the ice cream and drinks?" Mira's tone was hopeful as he looked at him.

"Oh, I thought it was something serious. I can give you recipes... I still remember some from my teacher's notes." Louis muttered the last words to himself and fell into deep thought, trying to recall the content of the book his teacher had made him memorize before his life took a turn for the worse.

He shook his head and snapped back to the present, unwilling to dwell on those nightmares of him being a slave.

"Thank you so much!" Mira nearly hugged him, but froze at the last second—she cleared her throat in embarrassment and straightened up under Louis's puzzled glance.

"You need to give me some time to perfect the recipe. I have to experiment with different fruits to be sure of what to change or keep," Louis said seriously, already mentally jotting down the steps in the recipe.

"Alright, no rush, no rush at all, take all the time you need and call me if you need any help." Mira nodded like a small chick peeking at food, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes shone with gratitude at Louis's positive response.

Louis turned and walked away, his mind preoccupied with the task at hand.

Mira kept an eye on his back for a moment, then patted her cheeks and changed her focus to other plans. She had previously intended to start a business, but those buyer rejections accelerated her plans.

First, she tests their product with the Island staff. If they respond positively, she'll switch her focus to marketing it on the mainland.

….

Kyle reached his destination; the town buzzed with activity. Family members of those fighters and some non-combatants bustled about their day.

Merchants, despite being few in number, showed signs of returning to their previous large numbers before the island incident.

They sold what they purchased off the island. Kyle had carefully and thoroughly investigated them all the way back to their ancestors before allowing them to enter—he was determined to prevent history from repeating itself—and there were hidden cameras in every hidden corner of the city, letting him spot anyone suspicious.

"Butler, good morning!" People greeted Kyle as soon as they saw him, and he replied with a polite smile while quickening his pace.

Entering the office, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he rubbed the corners of his stiff mouth.

"Meow~ hahaha…" Blue laughed, which was unusual for a cat, but it didn't care how comical it looked—mocking its owner for pretending until his lips stiffened from the fake smiles.

"Continue laughing and I'll hand you over to those people who find you cute for some well-deserved petting," Kyle threatened, and Blue immediately fell silent. The hair on its body had already bristled just from imagining that scenario.

"Tsk, I thought you would keep laughing," Kyle clicked his tongue, regret clear in his tone at Blue's sudden compliance.

The smart air conditioner had already turned on when Kyle entered, and the robot he bought during the townhouse rebuild had cleaned his office.

He only had to sit in the leather chair and start working. Opening the window to let the morning sun shine in, he sat comfortably in his wheeled chair and brought out his cube.

Hologram screens lit up and spread across the table, with a light keyboard placed in the center.

Instead of browsing the island stock or checking the camera feed, he was hacking into the Dark Organization's system.

His fingers moved like an afterimage, swiftly and precisely attacking the system walls, bypassing the defenses set for hackers like him while keeping his IP address hidden.

After a few minutes, he finally gained access. He began searching through the files from the upper ops cube.

His eyes darted quickly, scanning through the unimportant ones and saving the ones he might use later. Time passed, and he began to get frustrated when he didn't see anything indicating the head's exact location.

The information he found wasn't new to him. "So it's that same island, maybe I should send a drone to investigate," Kyle muttered his thoughts aloud before he began to erase his tracks, wiping every trace of him being there and turning off his cube.

Leaning back into his chair, he cracked his knuckles and massaged his stiff fingers before resuming his work, then placed an order on a green drone.

He hoped no one would attack that night since he needed a good sleep, but his hopes were soon dashed as the City Lord's husband—the one he had scared off the island—was prepared to attack him.

"Is the news real? Is the island owner really dead?" The middle-aged man, Mason Black, listened to the shocking news and felt relieved that his sons weren't married to the island owner, or they would be in trouble now.

"The city lords across the continent have heard the news. That aircraft blast killed her... Don't do anything during this time. Many people are eyeing the island's resources, and I don't want to get caught up in it," his wife warned seriously, already aware of what had happened between him and the island butler.

She already knew how small-minded her first husband was; he wouldn't rest until he got his revenge.

Wait until the battle is over, and I'll hand the butler over to you. Please don't do anything during this time." She softened her tone, promising to help him after everything settled.

"Alright, I've heard. You don't need to repeat yourself," Mason muttered, his tone tinged with annoyance. Though inwardly, he had already planned to send an assassin to torture and kill Kyle.

"Remember your words, I'll be taking my leave." The woman rose to her feet to leave, unwilling to spend another second with this arrogant husband of hers.

"Humph, go run to your new lover~ snort, squandering my family's money and connections on those prostitutes! Get out! Seeing your face only makes me sick." Mason shouted bitterly, his mood turning sour as he watched her dash out of the room without arguing with him.

"Useless woman… what blinded me into marrying you in the first place? I regret ever choosing someone so loose." He muttered through gritted teeth, eyes burning with hatred as he stared at the empty doorway.

'I need to contact one of my young lovers and have a good time. Whoever wants to seduce his wife should go ahead.' He thought to himself as he calmly clicked on her hologram screen, flipping through the contact list, and a smile finally appeared on her face when he thought about this particular young woman.

He swiftly dialed the number, and a husky, flirtatious voice filled the room.

"Darling, do you need my service again? It's only been two days since we last saw each other. I miss you~" The tone was filled with longing, but the woman's expression showed disgust, sighing at what lack of money made her do.

"Meet me in our usual spot. I miss you, too." Mason blushed, speaking softly, a stark contrast to his mocking, bitter voice a moment ago.

"Alright, I'll see you in ten." The call was disconnected.