Chapter 19 - Consequences of the Unexpected Twist (1/2)

Chapter 19: Consequences of the Unexpected Twist

“Please tell me in detail what you were doing from around April 10 to April 17. Lady, you’d better stop eating. You eat more of that piece of junk than you eat a proper meal.”

“What do you mean a piece of junk? It’s a handmade butter cookie that’s sold as a limited edition at the most famous Queen of Cookies bakery in the city.”

“The lady should not eat only butter cookies, but a proper meal. Don’t you think you won’t have dinner again if you have a full stomach?”

“Yes…” Park Noah muttered, glancing at the room while Kyle Leonard went on to reprimand her.

Last night, Park Noah held the child in her arms as she fell asleep, but when she awoke early in the morning, she found that the child had disappeared. She immediately rushed down to the living room and was greeted with a sight that crushed her heart into pieces: the little kid was sleeping soundly in the couch. It was obvious that he couldn’t climb into the crib.

“…Lady, what’s wrong with you?”

“What? Oh, nothing. Where were we?”

“I haven’t done anything yet. I keep getting sidetracked, but it’s time for an interrogation. Please be honest.” The man across her answered without a hint of sympathy. Park Noah nodded timidly.

Kyle Leonard, the investigator-slash-butler, finally decided Park Noah had recovered enough to answer questions, so as soon as she finished devouring her breakfast, he sat her down and began his interrogation.

“So, you went downtown the week before last Monday?”

“Yes, I heard the limited edition pajamas came out at a rather low price.”

“What’s the name of the store?”

“Frill Happy Night’s Wardrobe.”

Kyle Leonard looked at her dumbfounded as she answered his question with such confidence. He muttered, with a slightly embarrassed face, “Frill Happy Night…”

And as if to rescue the embarrassed Kyle Leonard, the kettle seethed. Kyle immediately stood up and rushed to the kitchen, breathing a sigh of relief. He poured two cups of cocoa, one for the witch and the other for the baby dragon. The sweet aroma of chocolate saturated the entire house.

Kyle returned with two cups of cocoa in his hands, handing one cup to Park Noah. “Drink this. Don’t fill your stomach with unhealthy food.”

He then turned to the child who was crouching on the couch, and gave him the other cup. The child had already woken up and was flipping through the pages of a photobook, which Kyle Leonard had bought yesterday.

Dozens of questions occupied the witch’s mind. She kept asking the child what’s wrong but he remains silent throughout. He must have felt sorry for seeping her mana out, but Park Noah isn’t convinced that it is the reason.