HCYPBTKIRWO Chapter 13

Why was I dragged here? Where did the original witch's soul go? Wouldn't the duke know this?

"What are you trying to say?"

I asked, but the duke only said something else.

"Why does that cat like water so much?"

He asked when he saw Daisy rubbing her body excitedly in a puddle outside the cave.

Since the soul is a golden retriever.

‘If I get caught, it's death…'

I swallowed dry saliva and responded casually.

"There are cats like that in the world."

It was my turn to change the subject.

"By the way..."

As soon as I made a swish motion with my finger, a large towel appeared in the air and fell on the head of the duke.

"What are you doing?"

He suddenly became fierce. Walking with a towel covering his face with one hand and pulling out a sword with the other hand, he thought I was trying to attack him because his eyes were covered.

"Wipe it off."

"Oh..."

I guess he's really paranoid.

I also used a towel and wiped my hair. I then had firewood fall from the air and piled them up in the shape of a bonfire, and the flames burned.

"Come here. I'm not going to eat you up."

Perhaps the words that treated him as a coward were unpleasant, for the great duke squinted and came closer and sat down. There were about three steps between us.

"Hey!"

When the duke shook his head roughly with a towel, water droplets splattered on me. From his proud eyes, I'm sure he did it on purpose.

"As expected, you're not a good person."

Is it okay for such a person to raise children?

When I looked up, the duke was observing me as if he were watching a zoo monkey with one hand on his chin.

"Usually, women scream and run away when they see a bear."

"I'm a witch."

The duke just stared at me again with a towel on his head. Are you still suspicious?

"Daisy, don't go overboard!"

I talked to Daisy for no reason because his gaze which was still on me was quite awkward.

Please come and save me!

However, Daisy ran around in the rain without knowing how I felt.

I heard a rustling sound behind my back as I sighed deeply. Looking back, the duke was taking a chubby mushroom out of my basket.

When I saw him put it at the end of the dagger and baked it over the bonfire, I argued.

"Why do you eat my mushroom however you want?"

"Because I'm hungry."

"Didn't you learn that you need to get permission from the owner first when you take someone else's things?"

I couldn't believe a man who doesn't even know this basic etiquette raised children.

"Other people's? How is this yours?"

"Since I got it..."

"This forest belongs to my territory, so it's mine. Everything that comes out of this forest is definitely mine."

“…”

"Shouldn’t Miss Hazel need permission from the owner instead?"

It was annoying to see him smile. Soon, the smell of golden-grilled mushrooms vibrated in the cave.

Watching him savoring the ripe mushrooms one by one, I was speechless.

'At least you're not picky like your younger siblings.'

In addition, it was surprising that he knew mushrooms well even though he was a nobleman. It was not an ordinary skill to recognize the clown mushrooms at a glance earlier.

"Eat the mushrooms then. I'll...”

When I pointed my finger, a picnic basket and blanket fell from the air.

"I'll have a tea time."

I was enjoying tea time gracefully by setting up a blanket and setting up various desserts and drinking black tea, and asked the duke who was looking at me from afar.

"Are you eating alone?"

It was an amazing voice.

“What if I put the potion on the cakes and tea to turn the Archduke into a puppet of a special incantation?”

Last time, he framed my carrot cake, so I said exactly what he said. How can I forget?

"What will you do by controlling me like that?"

I suddenly put my hands together and admired the ingenious and happy imagination.

"Then I can go to the Grand Duchy and see the chestnuts."

The duke, who squinted at me, burst into laughter.

"I can't believe that's all you're thinking about..."

While muttering alone, he spoke again.

"There was nothing on the cake.”

"I told you so."

"Then how did you do it?"

This was not a question to be solved with words. I broke my determination to eat the food all by myself, and cut out a piece of cake and pushed it out to him.

The duke had mysterious eyes for a moment and took turns looking at the cake and received the plate. But he didn't receive the fork I gave him.

Seeing him take a small silver fork out of his arms, I was speechless for a moment. Do you always carry silver utensils in preparation for poisoning?

At this point, I don't know if he’s seriously paranoid or if he’s really always threatened with his life.

“You bravely came to the witch's house alone. You didn't bring a wizard or knight last time either.”

A soldier with a spear and a knife cannot deal with a witch. Isn't it a poor response for a person who always thinks of his life fanatically?

"Wait..."

Suddenly, I remembered a moment I had forgotten.

"Then, where did that frantic person from that day go?"

The duke put the cake in his mouth and paused for a moment, and answered me.

"Don't talk when someone else is eating."

Oh my...

So I waited for him to finish and talked to him.

"What do you think about my cake?"

"Well, I don't know. I think I'll know after eating another piece.”

The great prince made an ambiguous sound and took another piece directly from the cake plate on the blanket. It was twice the size I gave him a while ago.

"I know how you did it..."

He ate up the large piece in an instant and muttered to himself.

See? Once you taste it, you'll understand.

I smiled and poured out a cup of black tea. If you eat that much cake, you'd be thirsty.

This time, I saw a silver spoon coming out of his arms and asked what I wanted to ask so far.

"How are the chestnuts doing?"

"It's not chestnuts, but Princess and Prince Blaine”

"So how are the Princess and Prince doing?”

He burst into laughter while swirling the sugar in the tea. I just followed what he told me to say. Why are you laughing?

"Are you teasing me, being slow, or being stubborn?”

Why don't you answer me?

"Are they eating well?"

"No, thanks to you."

Oh, my.

I taught the archduke one by one about their eating habits, favorite food, and favorite recipes that I learned while staying with the children.

But somehow, the listener's expression became harder and harder.

What's so unpleasant?

Anyway, he didn't look very well, so I just added one more thing and closed my mouth.

"You have to chop up the carrots."

"I know."

Even as he sipped the tea, he muttered bluntly, taking a silver spoon that was still sparkling from the teacup.

Then he frowned at the added words.

"Is it an ulterior motive to pretend to be doing pure goodwill without any ulterior motive?"

I moved my finger. The glass, which was leaning toward the mouth of the duke, came into my hand in a blink of an eye.

The duke stiffened as he was trying to drink tea and looked down at his empty hands, and laughed in vain.

"Should I thank you for not changing me into a frog?"

"I don't do things like that."

"You did it a few years ago. There's also investigation data left in the security."

"At that time..."

Witch, why did you do that? I was fidgeting with cold sweat, and the duke carefully asked.

"Why are you trying to be a good witch all of a sudden?"

"I hurt a lot a few years ago, but afterwards, I regret everything I did... So I decided to live a good life in the future, reflecting on my past mistakes. Haha…”

"I don't believe in that."

Purple eyes fiercely observed me.

"Usually, people don't change overnight. It's not easy to abandon the way you've lived."

"You're here to interrogate."

"It's not interrogation, just a question."

The archduke placed his elbow on his lap, rested his chin on his lightly folded knuckles, and fixed his gaze on me. Unlike his playfully curved eyes, the ones looking at me now were serious.

"I have a lot of questions for the witch, or Miss Hazel."

“Are you going to tie me to the burn stake after the questioning is over? For that purpose, it is an interrogation.”

A short laugh escaped his lips.

“Don’t worry. Actually, I came here for a request."

“I knew it.”

“…Do you have any foresight?"

In the eyes of the archduke, a sense of vigilance suddenly raised a sharp edge.

“I don’t have any foresight, but it’s obvious just by you looking at me suddenly and calling me ‘Miss Hazel’.”

“You don’t have foresight, but you are sharp.”

"At any rate, my answer to your request is no."

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