Chapter 62 - Meeting the Lover (1/2)

Chapter 62: Meeting the Lover

– Miss Noah?

“Oh, I got it.”

– ‘Oh, I got it’? Is this a prank call to the Bureau of Investigation Security? This better be an emergency.

As soon as the call connected, Park Noah was deafened by Kyle Leonard’s nagging. She interrupted his speech and spoke with a hoarse voice, “I’m sick.”

– Yeah?

A laugh resounded from the handset. Dumbfounded, Park Noah scoffed, the image of Kyle Leonard looking at her with pity flashing across her mind.

“I think I caught a cold. My muscles are sore and my shoulder is bruised. It’s just, you know, it’s not like, it’s not a pain that can be alleviated with physical exercises.

– It’s not a bad idea to be slightly ill to develop your immune system. Muscle pain is a natural result because you haven’t moved your body for so long.

Kyle Leonard replied firmly, unfazed by her sluggish grumbling. And after about three seconds of silence, he added.

– Do you have a headache? Or does your throat hurt? What do you mean your shoulder is bruised?

“Since you’re worried, could you please leave out the nagging?”

– Don’t be rude. So, where are you now? Is the train refueling? Then, is it Central Cezanne?

“Yes, I got off for a minute to wash up. I’m going to get on the train again soon, but there was a phone booth, so I called just in case. Sir, when are you coming?”

– I can’t go right now. Don’t forget to eat three meals regularly and always lock the room door. Go to the hospital as soon as you get off at Battuanu after sleeping like a dead man.

“Why can’t you come right now? The next train will be in four hours.”

– Lunazel and Edman rail networks are on high alert. They say all trains will be temporarily suspended until the railways are cleared from magic.

“What? Uh… When will it be resolved?”

All of a sudden, she saw a blond snooping around the window of the phone booth, his eyes narrowed.

Are you saying I have to endure this man’s company until Kyle arrives?

– I don’t know. Yesterday’s attack revealed that Laurent was involved, and we’re not making any hasty requests to the Magic Department for their cooperation.

Before responding, Park Noah opened the door of the booth and grouched at the restless man wandering around.

“I’m on an important phone call, could you get out of here?”

“You said you don’t remember, what’s the point?”

“So what? By the way, how did you get here when Mu locked you up in the train?”

– …the Minister of Magic just left. Miss Noah? Can you hear me?