Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 283: Trouble at Ironspire City (Part-1)

"Agreed!"

The answer came in unison. After so many days of dry rations, the thought of a hot meal was more tempting than any treasure.

They wandered for a bit before stopping in front of the busiest restaurant on the street. The place was packed, laughter and clinking dishes spilling out the doors.

"Let’s go with this one," Marcus said.

Inside, rich aromas of wine and sauce wrapped around them like a warm blanket. A waiter hurried over, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Guests, the private rooms upstairs are all taken. There are only two tables left in the main hall. Is that acceptable?"

No one minded. They were here to eat, not to show off.

The eight of them split naturally into two tables, the four women, including Zora, at one, and Alaric Von Seraph and the other men at the next.

Before long, steaming dishes filled the tables. The glossy sauces and fragrant meats made everyone’s eyes light up as forks flew.

After the first bite, Reesa almost sighed in bliss. "After days of dry food, a real hot meal feels like heaven."

Zora chuckled softly. "Now that we’re in Leon Empire, you won’t be starving anymore on this road."

Between the two Empires lay endless yellow sands with barely a town in sight, but once inside the Leon Empire, things were different. From here to the capital, food and inns would be plentiful.

Reesa nodded vigorously. "Good. I haven’t had a proper bath in days. I feel like I’m turning into a dusty relic."

Everyone laughed.

Just then, the door swung open, and a group of young Spirit Warriors strode in. Their clothes were elegant, their auras sharp, and every step carried the confidence of people used to being noticed.

A man in a yellow robe led them, his pale face tinged with arrogance. "We want a private room."

The waiter stiffened. One glance was enough to know these weren’t easy customers. He forced a polite smile.

"I’m very sorry, honored guests. All the private rooms are full." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The waiter’s reply made the man in the yellow robe frown, irritation flashing across his face. "Then we’ll eat in the main hall."

His gaze swept the room. But when he saw that not a single seat was free, his expression darkened even more.

"You can see it yourself," the waiter said helplessly. "The hall is full too."

"I finally made it to Ironspire City and wanted a proper meal," a woman in a red dress snapped. Her looks were striking, pale skin and crimson lips, but the arrogance in her eyes ruined much of that beauty. "Don’t tell me we have to go somewhere else."

The man in yellow, Caius, immediately softened when he heard her. He smiled ingratiatingly. "Ophelia, don’t worry. Even if there isn’t a seat, I’ll make them arrange one for us."

"Caius, my sister didn’t ask you to show off," a woman in purple cut in coldly. It was Drusilla, her eyes sharp as she looked at him.

Caius’s smile twitched. Of course, it had to be Drusilla again. She always knew how to ruin his mood.

"I’m hungry," Ophelia said lazily. "Handle it quickly."

"I will." Caius turned back to the waiter, his tone turning hard. "You heard her. No matter what you do, get me a table. If you don’t, I’ll tear this place down."

The waiter’s face turned pale. "Guest, I really can’t. These people haven’t even finished eating. I can’t just throw them out."

"I don’t care. I only want results."

Caius slammed a heavy pouch of coins onto the counter. "Do it, and this is yours."

The waiter didn’t even glance at it. "Our restaurant doesn’t run that way. If we did, who would ever dare to eat here again?"

By now, everyone in the hall had noticed the commotion. Displeased looks were thrown toward Caius’s group.

"Another bunch of spoiled young lords," someone muttered.

"They rely on their family power everywhere. Outside, they act like kings. Disgusting."

"People like that are always bad news. Whoever crosses them is unlucky."

The whispers spread through the hall like ripples.

Reesa frowned. "They’re really unreasonable."

Tiffany nodded. "They look like Spirit Warriors, too. Judging by their numbers, they’re probably not locals."

Zora glanced briefly at Caius and his companions. Tiffany’s guess made sense. Still, she lowered her eyes and continued eating.

She had never liked meddling. As long as trouble didn’t come knocking on her own door, other people’s arrogance was none of her concern.

Meanwhile, the waiter’s helpless expression only made Caius more irritated. His brows knitted together, his voice turning sharp. "It seems you really don’t know how to behave unless someone teaches you."

The waiter’s face went pale. These people were clearly Spirit Warriors. He was just an ordinary man. How could he possibly offend them?

At that moment, a man in black robes who had been standing beside Caius finally spoke. His voice was cold and impatient. "Why waste so many words? Just throw out two tables and be done with it."

His features were stern and aloof, as if the entire argument bored him.

Caius immediately nodded, a hint of respect flickering in his eyes. "Young Lord Dragovic is right."

Drusilla smiled faintly. "Exactly. Why make things complicated?"

With that, Caius and his group walked straight into the hall. The waiter tried to block them, but his courage failed him halfway. He could only retreat in fear.

The diners all looked up, tension filling the room. Under the sweeping gazes of Caius and the others, everyone felt uneasy, not knowing whose table would be targeted.

Zora and her group kept eating, as if nothing was happening.

Drusilla’s eyes suddenly lit up when she spotted a figure in purple. She tugged on Ophelia’s sleeve and pointed toward Reesa’s table. "Sister, look over there."

Ophelia followed her gaze and instantly understood. She had always hated seeing others wear the same things as her.

"Caius," Ophelia said coolly, "we’ll sit at that table."

Caius glanced over. Four women were seated there. Normally, he would have hesitated to drive women away, but when it came to Ophelia, he never dared refuse.

Around them, several diners sighed in sympathy. Those girls were unlucky.

Zora, though facing away, sensed the change in the atmosphere.

"They’re coming for us," Reesa muttered, anger flashing in her eyes.

Just then, Caius’s voice rang out behind them. "We need this table. Move. I’ll pay for your food."

His tone was lofty, as if he were doing them a favor. But when his gaze landed on Sylvandria, his eyes suddenly brightened.

What a beauty. Even more stunning than Ophelia.

Ophelia noticed it too, and her expression darkened.

"Well, how generous," Reesa sneered as she stood up. "Why should we leave?"

Caius and his companions looked pleased. Even the girl in purple was quite pretty.

"I told you to go, so go," Drusilla said arrogantly, lifting her chin. "If you won’t, don’t blame us for throwing you out."

"Such big words for someone with so little sense," Tiffany shot back as she rose to her feet, her gaze cutting straight through Drusilla. "You are not the only Spirit Warriors here."

As she spoke, she drew her sword in one smooth motion and placed it flat on the table. The faint ring of steel against wood was clear and sharp, sending a quiet warning through the air.

Almost at the same time, Alaric Von Seraph and the others at the neighboring table stood up as well. They had no habit of seeking trouble, but if trouble came knocking on their door, they would never shrink back.

Caius and his companions were momentarily stunned. They had assumed the four women were alone. Only now did they realize the four men at the next table were with them, making this situation far less simple than they had expected.

Drusilla’s expression darkened. She had not anticipated provoking such a large group.

Zora slowly rose, her eyes as cold as frost. "I’ll give you three seconds. Get out."

The moment her words fell, Caius’s face twisted with anger. Even if the other side had eight people, at most, he had only felt it would be troublesome. He had never imagined that this white-robed woman would dare tell them to leave.

"What arrogance," Drusilla sneered. "Who do you think you are to tell us to go?"

Zora’s voice was calm but sharp enough to cut. "We were eating here. You barged in and demanded that we move. That shows how little manners you have. I’m telling you to leave, and that is already being polite."