Chapter 191: Date With Isabe


    As Isabe stood up, her fingers tracing the cum on her face, she looked at Adrian and said," Looks like I have to wash up again. You''ve made a mess of my face, darling."


    Meanwhile Adrian just wryly smiled as he scratched the back of his head. The air around them, filled with warmth and the faint scent ofvender from the water, slowly began to calm.


    Isabe moved out of the bath and went to wash herself again, Adrian followed her and both begun to clean themselves with water.


    After cleaning themselves up, Adrian reached for a nearby towel and handed it to his mother. "Let''s dry up and get out of here."


    Isabe smiled softly, taking the towel and beginning to wipe her body gently. Adrian followed suit, the soft sounds of water sshing as they washed off lingering between them.


    The intimacy of the moment was not lost, but afortable silence settled in as they focused on washing themselves and helping each other clean off the remnants of the bath.


    After drying off, Adrian pulled on his clothes, smoothing the fabric of his shirt before tying his belt around his waist.


    Isabe did the same, dressing in a simple yet elegant gown that fit her curves perfectly. She noticed Adrian looking at her with a thoughtful expression.


    "What is it, darling?" she asked with a yful tone.


    "I was thinking," Adrian began, "how about we go out today? Just the two of us. I want to spend the whole day with you Mom."


    Isabe''s eyes lit up. "Out? You mean, into the city?"


    Adrian nodded. "Yes, but we''ll need to be discreet. We can''t risk the whole town crowding around us. As the baron of this territory, people are going to make a fuss if they recognize us. They''ll pester me all day."


    Isabeughed softly, the sound light and melodic. "You always think ahead, my dear."


    Adrian grinned. "That''s why I have this." He gestured with his hand, activating his <strong>Disguise</strong> skill. A faint shimmer of magic surrounded both of them as their appearances began to subtly shift.


    Adrian''s usual striking, noble features softened, his hair turning a dark brown and his sharp eyes taking on a moremon, unremarkable look.


    His clothes also changed, appearing more like those of a well-off merchant rather than a noble.


    He then used the skill onto Isabe.Isabe''s transformation was even more striking.


    Her elegant gown was reced with a simple dress fit for amon woman, her golden hair darkening to a rich brown, and her wlessplexion taking on a more humble, everyday appearance.


    "There," Adrian said, pleased with the result. "Now we won''t attract any unnecessary attention."


    Isabe looked at her changed clothes and then looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, looking dumbfounded at her new appearance. "It''s perfect for a disguise, darling. Let''s go. Also don''t call me Mom on our date okay? You have to call me wife for whole day today."


    With their disguises in ce, the two slipped out of the manor and made their way into the bustling streets of the town.


    The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the medievalndscape.


    The cobblestone streets were alive with the activity of townsfolk—vendors selling fresh produce, artisans disying their wares, and children running about,ughing and ying.


    Adrian and Isabe walked side by side with Isabe crossing her arms with Adrian''s, huge smile stered on her face, blending seamlessly into the crowd.


    For the first time in a while, they were just another pair of people enjoying the sights and sounds of the town.


    They stopped by a market stall selling fresh fruits and baked goods. Adrian picked up a few apples, tossing one to Isabe. "Try this my lovely wife. It looks fresh."


    She caught the apple with a graceful motion and took a bite, her eyes lighting up at the sweet taste. "Delicious," she said, wiping a bit of juice from her lips. "You have good taste, as always."


    Adrian chuckled and purchased a small basket of fruit, handing it to her. "We can snack on these while we explore."


    The two continued through the market, taking in the various sights. There were cksmiths hammering away at molten metal, shaping swords and shields for the town''s guards.


    A nearby bakery filled the air with the mouthwatering scent of fresh bread and pastries. Children darted between the stalls,ughing as they chased each other through the crowded streets.


    They paused at a small fountain in the center of town, where Adrian bought a pair of sweet, honey-zed pastries from a nearby vendor.


    They sat on the edge of the fountain, enjoying the treats as they watched the world go by.


    Isabe looked over at Adrian, her expression soft and content. "It''s been so long since we''ve done something like this. Just the two of us."


    Adrian nodded, taking a bite of his pastry. "I know. I''ve been so caught up with responsibilitiestely. It feels good to just… be normal for a while. I really feel at ease with you Mo... my dear wife."


    She smiled warmly at him, cing her hands on his face. "You''ve grown into such a strong leader, Adrian. I am so proud of you. But I''m d you still take time for moments like this."


    Adrian nced around the bustling square, feeling a sense of peace that he hadn''t experienced in a long time.


    "It''s easy to forget what''s important when you''re constantly surrounded by duty. But today, I just want to spend time with you."


    Isabe''s eyes gleamed with affection as she reached out to take his hand. "And I''m d you chose to spend that time with me."


    After finishing their pastries, they wandered further into the town, eventually arriving at a cozy tavern nestled between tworge buildings.


    The wooden sign above the door read <em>The Silver Lantern</em>, and a soft, inviting glow spilled out from the windows.


    Adrian held the door open for Isabe, and they stepped inside.


    The interior was warm and inviting, with low wooden beams overhead and arge hearth crackling in the corner.


    The smell of roasted meat and freshly baked bread filled the air, and the soft murmur of conversation created a rxed atmosphere.


    They found a quiet corner table and sat down, ordering a simple meal of roasted chicken, vegetables, and spiced wine.


    The server, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, brought their food quickly, and soon they were enjoying a hearty meal together.