HCYPBTKIRWO Chapter 25

Only then did Elliott, who thought the witch spoke nonsense, say nothing. He felt like he had been hit on the head.

As a result, he just stared blankly at the witch approaching to the point where he could smell the soap scent from her.

"When you come back, I hope you will include the time you spend with the children in your tight schedule. Besides mealtime."

“…”

"During that time, you must forget about your work and be the brother of the children."

The witch reached out.

"I'd like to cast a spell of good luck for you, but you won't like it...”

His fingers fiddled with the silver rocket that was out of the shirt.

"So I wish you all the best in god's protection."

***

Daniel put down his spoon, and the cook who was watching asked.

"What do you think?"

"It's certainly different."

"As I told you, they were cooked side by side."

As if to prove it, the two stews had the same color and viscosity. However, it was suspicious that only the taste and aroma were different.

"I wonder if she put in the potion while I was not looking."

"Or drugs."

Harold shook his head as the flock of other chefs behind them spoke.

"I didn't take my eyes off it for a second, so there was no time for that."

"Then did she perhaps use magic? Black magic or...”

As soon as someone hinted at it, Daniel shook his head while everyone was turning pale.

"It's not black magic at all."

As soon as he declared that, everyone was relieved. There was no one who didn't know Daniel had holy powers.

"Well, what the hell is it?"

As soon as the chef desperately asked, everyone looked worried again.

"If it's not good for the bodies, I'm worried about the health of those three…”

After worrying about it all evening, they decided to let him know.

"I'd like to tell Sir Daniel that the duke may be very busy with his expedition tomorrow, and that we may have caused him some unnecessary concern."

Everyone knows that the Duke would not hire a nanny to harm his family.

"His Excellency had brought her himself, and we tried to believe him, but...”

Daniel nodded in the corner of the kitchen. He knew even if he didn't hear what words would continue, he felt the same way.

He believed in Elliott's judgment and sense, but he was also worried that the witch was evil enough to be notorious throughout the empire.

‘But...’

It was his idea that the witch could not have done anything wrong with cooking, and she wasn’t stupid enough to really do something bad here.

Regardless of rational judgment, he had to calm the servant's agitation before the anxiety spread throughout the duchy.

He took dozens of drugs, potions, and poison-detecting reagents out of the safe and examined the witch's stew. However, none of them showed any response.

“I don’t feel any magic at all.”

Originally, the witch's magical powers would remain like fingerprints on the objects she touched.

Although it felt insignificant in cooking, it was an amount that could never affect the person who ate it.

‘I can't feel the magic, but...’

He felt a different energy. It was impossible to define what it was, but it was not an evil spirit.

'I feel the nostalgic warmth...'

However, he didn't say that because he thought the servants would be agitated again.

"The witch's cooking is not dangerous at all. I hope I've solved your questions."

Only then did Daniel walk to the kitchen entrance with people who were relieved but still full of questions.

‘But what the hell was that energy?’

It was the moment he opened the kitchen door, distracted.

"Oh…”

“…”

The witch was standing at the door. Her face was as red as a tomato in a basket in her arms.

"Oh, well, well, I want you to check the ingredients for tomorrow...”

"Well then…”

"I'm sorry!"

Daniel beckoned her to come in, but the witch dropped the basket on the floor and hurried away.

“…”

He wondered if she used ice magic… for there was a chill in the kitchen, and everyone froze for a long time and couldn't say anything.

Then Daniel cleared his throat and moved the basket to the counter before the kitchen became noisy.

"...I'm sure she heard it."

"I think she heard everything. She had a gloomy look on her face...”

They were sorry to have doubted her, and she caught them doing it. Everyone sighed anxiously, and the assistant chef, who asked if there were drugs in it earlier murmured, sweeping his chest.

"Phew... I thought she’d turn all of us into frogs."

"Hey, watch what you say."

Harold covered his contemplated face with a large hand like a pot lid, while everyone rebuked the rude young man.

"You say such a foolish thing,"

(1st person pov)

[What's wrong? What's going on?]

Asked Lady, who was crouching down on my bed in the cabin.

"What? Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

I tried to pretend to be as normal as I could, but my acting was terrible, so it would have been obvious.

They knew it was a lie, but they didn't ask. Lady turned her head toward me and put her heavy head on my neck. Daisy, who was sitting right in front of me, began to lick my cheek.

The cat's tongue was prickly, so I couldn't help but laugh.

I still have you guys.

I hugged my friends who comforted me in their own way and I laughed for a while.

“No matter how much I tried, it didn’t taste that good.”

When Mr. Harold said something like that on the day we made the stew together, I just ignored it. But now I can't.

'We obviously did the same, but why is it different?'

It shocked me as much as it shocked them.

'Do I really have abilities?'

They were serious enough to say that I even put drugs.

It meant that the food was so delicious, so in a way it was highly praised. And since they were curious as to why it was so different, I understood the questions.

Still, I couldn't help being upset.

They were still suspicious of me.

It was a complete misunderstanding that the truth had passed.

No, I was too hasty. Boundaries couldn’t be broken so easily.

I was stupid too. This is a fairy tale, so I was expecting a story like a fairy tale.

I once asked because it was strange that people were nice to me. ‘Aren't you worried that I might harm you?’ The answer was the same.

"His Excellency is a man who never does anything to harm his siblings. He was even picky about the teachers who meet them for only an hour a week.”

"His Excellency has his reasons on the things he does. He's like that."

So, people were kind to me because of the trust the Grand Duke had built up step by step among his servants.

“The Grand Duke believes in you, so shouldn’t we too?”

But even the Duke doesn't believe me...

I pouted my lips when I remembered him being suspicious even though I gave him a present that day.

Why do I have to be possessed by all means? It's unfair.

I'm craving alcohol.

Since this is a fairy tale, I desperately want to think of alcohol that I have endured so far, saying, ‘let's live a healthy life’.

It was when I was thinking about picking up the strawberry wine hidden deep in the cupboard, I heard a clear bell.

This meant that someone was knocking on the door of the nanny's room. I went back to my room and opened the door, and Mr. Harold stood there.

"Miss Hazel."

He took off his long cook hat and said politely:

"I'm very sorry."

I waved in surprise at the unexpected apology.

"Oh, no, I said I understand. It's because you're worried about the Grand Duke’s family.”

"You've heard all that too."

Mr. Harold rubbed his face and continued in a deep voice.

"It wasn't malicious, but I realized too late that the method was wrong. Everyone is sorry. It's something we should've talked about to you first...”

"I don't think I'll be able to answer it even now."

In fact, I was relieved by his sincere apology, so I said it was fine, but Harold's face did not improve.

"In fact, I reflected on myself that that wasn’t the only thing."

"What?"

"I may have tried to find the reason why I couldn't do it, perhaps not from myself, but from Miss Hazel."

He sighed deeply.

"I did something ugly, just because I was eager to find a reason. I'm sorry to have disappointed you when you told me I was cool."

It was embarrassing to see Harold repeatedly apologizing that it was just groundless jealousy. It might have been a well-founded guess.

"I think it was worth thinking about that way. Actually, I thought that there might be some abilities that I didn't even know I had."

"The God of Cooking has given you his blessing."

I smiled and held out my hand at Mr. Harold's joke.

"I’ll accept your apology."

"Miss Hazel, who is so generous in forgiveness, is such a wonderful woman. What a shame!"

After shaking hands with me, he pushed out the wooden box he had been holding in his other hand.

"In fact, isn't it shameless to ask for forgiveness just by words?"

"Oh, you don't have to give me this...”

"I don't like the feeling of debt, so please accept it."

Mr. Harold forced me to hold the box when I waved my hands. I was surprised to see the size.

The gift, placed on a soft straw and a soft cloth, was apparently…

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