When Noah thought in her head about what she wanted, it was almost at the sa ti that the mana responded to her will. For instance, if she wanted to close the window…
Bang! The window banged shut with a terrifying force. Noah, along with Kyle, was at loss for words as she stared at the window.
A montary silence ensued, and soon Kyle muttered, “…Be careful not to think about what you want to do with sothing or soone.”
“I don’t think my ntality is strong enough to block my thoughts…”
What was Noah supposed to do if her thoughts were spiraling on their own? Suddenly, thoughts were soaring in her mind. It’s too much. It’s too much!
“First, eat a lot of things that you like and think only about the things that might not actually happen. As abstract as possible.”
“Oh… abstract.”
Ironically, Kyle’s advice was rather realistic. She tried to execute his instruction, and suddenly, Kyle appeared, holding a cup of hot chocolate. Noah blinked in anticipation, completely ignoring her thoughts.
“…..?”
Sowhere, there was a scent of dicine. Confused, Noah took a sniff, and Kyle took a couple of steps away from her.
“Lenia Valtalere, along with his father, Count Valtalere, was temporarily locked in the cabin. As soon as we arrive at the port of Tezeba, we’re going to be taken to the Bureau of Investigation and Security, and this ship will be imdiately searched.”
The sll of the pungent disinfectant was quickly buried in the sweet aroma of chocolate that rose from the warm cup. Noah frowned and called, “Sir, co here for a mont.”
“I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune, but since Miss Noah’s present condition is an extrely unstable ti bomb, the Emperor’s Majesty or the Ministers won’t be able to order you to be put in a dungeon.” Kyle spoke rather hastily instead of approaching Noah.
Are you doing that on purpose or are you ignoring ?
“But when you get there, you’d better pretend to be Eleonora Asil, as you did to Minister Adrian Rossinell. You don’t have to act, you just have to make a lazy face like you usually do.” He continued without a break.
“Okay, I promise you, so co over here.” Noah interrupted, becoming impatient.
Kyle paused. “…I don’t want to go close and die suddenly.”
Noah folded her arms and threatened, “I’m sorry to hear that. Co here quickly because I might bury you in the middle of the ocean. If you don’t co, I’ll go.”
“Then I’ll go check the deck.”
As usual, her threats had no effect. Kyle turned around and headed toward the door.
Noah stood up, clutching her untouched cup of chocolate milk, and at the sa mont, the door slamd shut and the lock snapped tight.
“…Whatever.”
Kyle stood still and turned his head. He frowned as he saw her approaching. “You never listen to ,” he grumbled.
“Why should I listen when I’m the master and Sir Kyle is the butler? You should listen to .” Noah winked at him, swallowing a laugh.
“I’ve been aning to tell you before, butler is not the word for .”
Eventually, a laugh slipped out of Noah’s lips. Kyle seed to have not realized his position yet. Noah grabbed his arm, but Kyle imdiately blocked her hand.
He stared at her for a mont and said, “Let know what you’ve got to do.” But his composure shattered as soon Noah stretched out her arms.
“Miss Park Noah, what are you…”
Noah’s fingers fumbled on his uniform, unclasping the button on the collar of his uniform.
“…doing?”
She ignored his words and continued to undo the buttons. She reached out to his tie to loosen it, but failed as Kyle stopped her at once.
“Why, what else do you need? Disarmant is difficult.” Kyle asked, fixing the detached buttons.
“No, I don’t need anything.” Then, Noah thrust her face at him and sniffed.
Kyle definitely slled like disinfectant.
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