The tycoon in the sleek black suit frowned at the officer for his indolence, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"The discipline here is slack. It's still work time, and you're dozing off."

"Forgive me!" Panicking, the chief hurriedly cleared the mess on the desk. Meanwhile, the man scanned the inside of the office, feeling faint from being ill.

Sorrent was a quiet country village. However, it was also where the royal family was paying the most attention at the moment. There was only one reason: Eleonora Asil. Laurent's witch has been stuck here for years.

Eleonora Asil was one of the most likely suspects in the unprecedented event that occurred in the Yellow Sea.

The incident refers to the disappearance of the Dragon Egg, which had been kept securely in the castle for more than 500 years

A member of the investigation security department at the Royal Household of Laurent, Kyle Leonard, a bureau chief at the capital Tezeba, and a former district chief, traveled their way down to Sorrent in search of the egg thief.

There was a reason to cite Eleonora Asil as the prime suspect. She was the only strong individual in Laurent who could break through the tight security and steal the eggs without informing even the birds.

"For some reason, the last two years have been quiet."

Until the spring of last year, she had to run through the dark streets of Laurent to collect magical items that were illegally distributed.

Kyle Leonard was a man who, despite his status, shuddered at the thought of Eleonora Asil, the infamous witch.

"Has there been any notable event in Sorrent? I would like to look at the history of the Lady Eleonora Asil."

"Oh, the Lady you mention has not caused any particular problems. You must not know since you barely even come downtown often. Sorrent has always been peaceful."

It seemed unrealistic, right? Leonard scrutinized the manager's face. There appeared to be no hidden agenda behind. Still, he found it unreliable.

"…Okay" Leonard hesitated.

Restless, the man made a decision: he will confront the witch himself. Plus, a warrant had already been issued. When dealing with the witch of Laurent, he had to be prepared for what he might not expect.

"Please clean up. Don't doze off during work hours."

"Yes, yes!"

"Well, then."

Without delay, Leonard left the degenerate police quarters and went on his way: to visit the home of Eleonora Asil, on the mountainside just outside Sorrent.

His plan, however, was thwarted the moment he saw the witch strutting in the middle of the city, carrying a child in her arms.

"….."

Her apricot hair, gleaming red as the sun shone upon it, danced along with the wind as if to seduce him. She had covered her face with a strange mask, attempting to conceal her identity. But, her glaring red waves alone were enough for him to recognize the witch.

Leonard's eyes flashed like a wild beast preparing to devour his prey.

Eleonora continued along, a hint of worry evident in her face. She carried a curly-haired baby in her arms. Immediately, Leonard began to follow her.

I was sent away again.

Sullen, the child sat down, drawing random pictures on the dirt with a stick.

Currently, the child was growing a little bit more than yesterday. Since the growth of the dragon is originally fast, it is not uncommon to grow by half a day like this. All this growth was thanks to the witch.

But I guess she doesn't like me; otherwise, she wouldn't send me away five times.

For five days, the witch distracted the little dragon with a warm blanket and warm milk. Then, she put him in a sturdy cage and kept sending him somewhere. Desperate, she even took him to a scary, narrow, dark place on the previous day.

She seemed to be talking to someone for a long time, and then she came back and hugged the child one last time.

"The capital, Tezeba, the Balteyer mansion in Aijet, District 1, okay? If you go there, there'll be someone to greet you."

Capital, Tezeba, Balteyer—words I can't understand.

The child grabbed the hem of the witch's dress, clinging persistently. The witch merely gave the child to the butcher and left.

The butcher, his built stout and his beard outstandingly thick, attempted to cheer up the boy.

However, the child ran away.


He morphed himself into a dragon and flew to his master's house, the witch. However, around the villa on the cliff side, there exists a thick barrier too powerful that a baby dragon cannot break with his own magic.

"I hate it…"

The child eventually broke into tears. He resented his owner for having abandoned him, but if he could not return to her, he would have nowhere to go.

As the incubation period nears, imprinting begins from the moment when the initial contact with the outside is made. It was the proof that growth was taking place rapidly.

The witch can't get away from him now.

But if the child actually returns, without a doubt, the witch would be furious.

"Huh…"

I guess I am really abandoned.

The child was overcome with sorrow. He buried his face in his hands and began to sob.

"I'm doomed to die less than a week after coming out of the shell…"

After his eyes could no longer shed tears, he wiped his cheeks when he saw a figure walking toward him.

The child looked up, struggling to see clearly with his swollen eyes. He assumed it was a human man.

"Who…who?"

The little dragon asked timidly as the man bent down on his knees. He could see the stranger's face properly now. It was a man with black hair and pretty violet eyes.

"Did you get lost?"

"No…"

Instinctively, the child shrank back, cautious of the man. The man paused for a little while; soon, his mouth curled, and he laughed.

His cold and intimidating presence has changed into a calm, friendly one. The child relaxed a little bit.

The stranger asked affectionately.

"So, you lost your mother?"

"Mom…"

The child hesitated for a moment and then nodded slightly. The man held out his hand as if he had waited.

"Shall we go find her?"

Knock.

Few people know the country house of Eleonora, which is in the remotest place on the southern side of Sorrent. Surely, no one will come at such an early hour.

"Don't tell me…"

Did the dragon come back?

Noah quickly extinguished her assumptions. It was only yesterday that she personally left the child into the butcher's care, who was a regular client. Uncle Walter runs the largest butcher company in Sorrent, often supplying supplies to the capital, Tezeba.

Sometime in the morning, Walter leaves for the capital, and Noah had left the child on her way home.

"With a guardian and a watchman, he couldn't have escaped as easily as he used to. Plus, a barrier has been activated around the house in case.", she thought and breathed a sigh of relief.

A knock was heard the second time.

Then, who is behind the door of my house on the crack of dawn?

Knock.

"Wait a minute!"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Oh, I'm going out now! Stop knocking!"

Exasperated, the witch wrapped herself with a robe and made her way downstairs, almost slipping down the spiral staircase. Meanwhile, the uninvited guest kept thumping on the door.

"Clearly, the guest needs to be educated about what manners he should have when visiting someone else's house", she fumed.

"Oh, I'm still sleepy."

Finally, she reached the door and pressed her forehead against it, positioning her eye on a small hole.

"Uh…"

And then she saw it.

The child she sent away—blinking his round red eyes innocently behind the door.

"Ah!"

An audible gasp escaped from Noah's lips. She took a step back, her heart beating furiously.That was him! The little dragon I left to Uncle Walter yesterday! How?! Why are you interrupting my rest, you son of a b*tch!

She was beyond livid at this point. She thought of taking him to his mother personally.

According to the original plot, it is the dragon who burns Eleonora, who is helpless against the heroine. Why are you coming to me? I'm going to die from hypertension!

The witch rolled her sleeves up, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Hey! Why are you back again?"

Ready to scream at the child, she was greeted with a man unfamiliar to her instead.

"Who the hell are you?"

The dragon boy did not come alone today. Noah looked, baffled, at the tall stranger and the child in his arms.What?

"Hh…"

A little older than yesterday, the boy stared at her. His mouth trembled, and his eyes welled up. Noah could see how devastated the child was, and she was guilty. Eventually, as if a balloon reaching its limit, the little dragon exploded into tears.


Uhh…"

"No, hey, ah… baby…?"

The child continued to wail. Noah's mind turned blank; she had never seen him cry like that before.

The child will not stop crying!

"Are you the one who abandoned the child?"

At a loss, she could not comprehend nor respond to the man's inquiry.

"Why are you crying? Did this man hurt you? Did you do something bad?"

"Excuse me."

Park Noah snapped back to reality as the stranger's stern voice echoed in her ears. Her eyes scanned the man before her whom, in an instant, she recognized.

A tall man with black hair, glaring with those rare violet eyes, and wears a uniform with a gold brooch on the black line worn by Laurent investigators.

The witch couldn't care less for this man's appearance. What bothered her was his formidable character.

"Kyle Leonard?"

"It's an honor to be remembered, Lady." The man put his hand inside the uniform, pulling out a small notebook and pen, and spoke professionally. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"What question?"

"I asked if you abandoned him."

"I did not! In fact, I was trying to return him to his guardian." The witch protested. However, Leonard seemed to doubt her. "Is that so. But the child didn't say that. "

"Yeah?"

The child, sniffing with his face buried in Leonard's shoulder, raised his head. Then he shouted, his voice cracked from crying. "Don't throw me away!"

"Huh?"

"I'm not going to drink milk. I'm not going to put a blanket on…I won't bother you. Don't send me to that scary man!"

Not until yesterday, you've only been babbling, and you're talking now? Although the pronunciation was slightly off, it was understandable.

Noah was becoming alarmed at the dragon's growth, which was exceptionally fast, and the consequences she might have to endure in the future.

"What is the Lady' relationship with this child if not a guardian?"

"Nothing. I swear!"

However, the man simply turned a deaf ear to the witch's plea. The little dragon ran to Noah, clasping his arms around her neck.

"Master…"

Silence.

The man echoed the child, frowning at the witch. "Master?"

In an instant, tension grew palpably as misconceptions rose, worsening the situation. She was engulfed with hopelessness.

"What is he talking about now? No, Sir Leonard, this is not my child. I first saw him six days ago, and no matter how hard I tried to send him back to his guardian, he always comes back…"

"Child abandonment."

"What? Me?" In utter despair, the witch continued to spout excuses. Leonard was now looking at her as if she were a scumbag, his eyes filled with scorn. "Also, I suspect child abuse. It wasn't enough for you to abandon your child; you even commanded a three-year-old to call you master. It's beyond absurd."

"I didn't make him do it!"

The man didn't budge one bit.

"As soon as you left him in the butcher's house, the owner immediately left for the capital as if he had waited. Is that a coincidence?"

"It's because his guardian is in the capital?"

"Do you have any proof?"

She was speechless. Meanwhile, Leonard wrote something in his pocketbook, completely ignoring the witch's excuses.

"You must write a statement, Lady."

At the moment, she was already filled with dread, fearing whatever he wrote down against her.

"In addition, the Lady is currently on the list of suspects in the famous Lorent case, the mysterious disappearance of the dragon egg. Please cooperate."

What? I wonder how worse this situation could get.

One, the dragon child I tried so many times to dispose of has made his way back to me. Two, I have a Laurent investigator on my tail, accusing me of stealing the dragon's egg.

I am going to be cornered into a thief!

Kyle Leonard snapped his pocketbook close and then stated his verdict.

"I also want to inform you that the Lady has already had enough criminal record and that the warrant was issued beforehand with the permission of Emperor Laurent."

"Huh?"

Not only did I become a thief, but this man seems to be already convinced that I was the culprit!

"I will have to ask you to accompany me, Lady."

"No, I will not!"

"Lady, I do not want to exert force upon handling this matter."

Leonard stretched out his arm to the witch.

If I want to save myself, I have no choice but to rely on this magical power.

"Blanket!"

In an instant, a blanket flew out of the living room and wrapped itself around the investigator's body.

What?!

The witch banged her head on his chest, causing both of them to stumble. A groan escaped their lips.

The blanket had covered Noah too. Perplexed by the mishap, she froze. Then, she squirmed, trying to get herself out of the blanket which tightly fastened itself around them.

Before she knew, she felt her body decline. They were falling. Noah shut her eyes, expecting a sharp pain to pierce her.

A concussion isn't clearly what I was expecting to have so early in the morning.

"….."

Thud.

There was no excruciating pain.

Huh?She opened her eyes slightly to glimpse at her surroundings. Instead, she came across the chest of a man.

"….."

"….Will you continue to do this?"

Everything was a complete mess. The witch's eyes were twirling. She moved her fingers, which swayed like a dead bean sprout. The magic had already vanished from the blanket, but Noah could still not move.

Oh, I feel dizzy. Plus, if I raise my head now, I would be greeted with a pair of eyes shooting daggers at me.

With her face buried in the black uniform, she recollected the events which created chaos in her house.

I was in the living room. Baby dragon. And the one who came to arrest me….

"You can move now, Lady."

…And the male protagonist who, currently, seems very displeased with me.

Regaining her senses, Noah hastily lifted her body and Leonard followed suit.

I ended up in a situation I never even imagined since I got sucked into this world.

A pair of violet eyes, needless to say, glared at the witch.

On the sixth day after she had unknowingly picked up the protagonist's baby dragon, she tried to remove it from my life. She thought it was a success. Little did she know she had put myself in an unfortunate situation.

"I forgot that I should be armed at all times when dealing with you. The Lady never surrenders without a fight… Lady?

Noah had lost enough strength to keep her wobbling knees firm and eventually slipped. Expecting another crash, she felt an arm grab her by the waist.

"Are you alright?"

The witch could only quiver like a paper doll.

"Hypertension."And I'm currently in a state of shock. In this situation where our faces are only inches apart.Mustering all the strength she has left, Noah pulled herself off of him slowly. "As I get older, my body is not the same as before… I don't have the energy to beat other people anymore. "

With narrowing eyes, Leonard watched her every action. Meanwhile, she took more than three steps away from him. At her back, the curtains hanging from the ceiling flew into the air and twisted themselves.

"I actually just want to sleep more now.

"What do you mean?"

There was a reason why Noah forced this man into her house. This house, where she knows all the magical commands, is in itself a great weapon and a prison. At this moment, the blanket had already creeped behind Leonard without a sound.

"I mean…." The witch snapped her fingers. " I don't allow such scary objects in my house, Sir Leonard."

"……!"

"A gun, a gun, a gun, something like that."

The blanket swooped the investigator in an instant.


The blanket, sneaking from behind his back, covered Leonard's face to block his vision. At the same time, another curtain twisted like a rope and tied itself around his body tightly.

The unwanted visitor, completely constrained, shouted furiously.

"What on earth are you doing?!"

"I'll have this dangerous and filthy item confiscated."

The witch approached him, felt his waist down, and pulled the revolver out of the holster. Leonard gnashed his teeth as he felt the gun was taken.

"Eleonora Asil!"

"Then I'll go to bed. Get some rest, Sir Leonard. See you in the afternoon!"

Not long, the witch ran to her room in a hurry, with the confused baby dragon clutched in her arms.

Kyle Leonard. The male lead in this novel.

As far as she can remember, he is the second son of the Duke of Leonard and a high-ranking civil servant in the investigation security department of Laurent. A man who heads the branch of Tezeba, the capital city, and serves as the general manager of Laurent district.

Roughly speaking, it can be said that the position is directly below the minister and vice minister. Even if not a minister-level official, his influence was vast because he is actually the general manager of all branches that manage the site.

Besides the power that comes from the position, Kyle Leonard was inherently an exceptional man.

A graduate of a military academy, he joined the Imperial Army at 15 and was scouted by the Bureau of Investigation and worked exclusively for the higher-ups for 10 years.

With his beast-like senses and sharp brain, he has built his reputation by solving all of Laurent's unsettled cases, becoming a genius investigator and the youngest person to earn the title of General Manager.

But after all, his specialty was shooting. A devouring shot that never missed a target. He said he treats all kinds of firearms like his own body; he doesn't even cover his weapons.

In particular, the revolver he carried with him was a weapon that was modified by the blacksmith Yanak, the master of the magic weapon, who is a distant descendant of dwarves. Perhaps if she hadn't dragged him into her house, she would have been easily overpowered by him, as she couldn't use Eleonora's magic.

Why does she remember so much about Kyle Leonard? There is only one reason.

Eleonora, the villain who torments the female protagonist Lenia, fought not only the dragon, but also the famous Leonard.

However, it was not merely because of the female protagonist; Leonard hated Eleonora with every fiber of his being. More than 80 percent of the incidents in Laurent were related to Eleonora. She was a natural enemy for a detective.

As soon as Park Noah discovered the history of the body she possessed, that of the witch, she fled to the countryside because of him. The first person she never wanted to meet!

"Master…"

The child moved toward her and clung on her knees. Noah heaved a sigh and placed the child on her lap.How do I get through this trouble?

It was fortunate that this child humanized. If he ran into Leonard in the form of a dragon, he would have had a bullet hole in his head instantly.

She leaned to the child and whispered in his ear softly. "Honey, if you want to say, don't show up in front of that man's sight, okay?"

A pair of red eyes drooped. The child blinked and nodded vigorously, apparently seeming to understand me for a moment.

"And you shouldn't call me master."

"Why not?"

"I'm not your master."

"You… master…"

No. I haven't named this child yet.

There is no denying that a partial imprint had been made, but it wasn't enough reason to accept the child. An investigator was already looking for this dragon in Laurent which she is currently falsely accused of stealing…

But above all, she doesn't have the mental capacity to raise a child. In fact, she was already dying to remain healthy. How could she possibly raise a child? Her goal in this life was to live as fit as possible without stress.

And unfortunately for her, the black dragon and the Laurent's investigator makes her 500 million light years away from her goal.

The witch exhaled a deep sigh, patting the child's back gently who snuggled around her neck. "What should I do with you?"

"….." The child hesitated to open his mouth. "I… I shouldn't be here…?"

"What?"

"Please raise me!" The child raised his arms and shouted courageously. His pronunciation was unclear because his tongue was still short. However, his determination was evident in his balled fists. "I will protect my master!"

Who's protecting who?Noah smiled down at the little three-year-old until she saw the flames burning up in his hands. She freaked out, barely managing to utter a word.

"What, that!"


I can do it well."

It was a menacing flame. When the child breathed on his two small palms, the flame quickly grew in size.

Yo… Dragon breath…The sight sent chills down on the witch's spine.

The child, who carelessly spewed out fire, said proudly, "I can't let you be disappointed!"

"Well, what are you gonna do…?"

"You're in trouble because of him, aren't you?

Yeah. It's gonna be very difficult. But…She felt a sense of uneasiness, but the reason remains a mystery to her. The dragon boy screamed brazenly, his red eyes wide open. "I'll kill him!"

Her mouth agape, Noah could not process what she just heard.What did he just say?"You're gonna kill him? That guy?"

"Yes, I don't think it'll be difficult."

She stared down at the little child who said, "It wouldn't be difficult to kill a single human," and saw the intent to kill masked in the child's face, crystal clear.

"You… didn't you come from that man's arms?"

"He offered to take me to my mother, no! Master's house!" The little dragon accidentally said mother and brushed it off quickly. She glanced at him, sighing at his cuteness.

Yeah, I forgot. No matter how cute he is and how human he looks, his body is a dragon. He thinks in a completely different way than human beings.

The child seemed anxious when Noah didn't answer, his round, gentle eyes trembling. "Well… you're gonna throw me away again…?"

"…No, I won't throw you away."

I can't send it anywhere right now. Why would I send away a child who said something dangerous? What if he creates a real accident?

Suddenly, she was reminded of something.

In the original storyline, the dragon had been killed only by his obsession with the heroine, Lenia. It appears at the end of the novel that its attachment to the heroine was not normal.

At the ending of the novel, when he succeeded in killing Eleonora, the villain, Lenia, was to finally give her heart to the male lead, Leonard.

However, the dragon kidnaps Lenia and leaves for the world beyond. In short, he ran away with a hostess.

What happened to Lenia after that? No one knows. The novel ended there. Maybe even the heroine herself doesn't know. Plus, nothing left of the life of the male protagonist appears in the novel.

She thought there was only a sweet romance left over the five books, but the faithful pet dragon of the hostess was actually the final boss and the dark horse.

The twist was rather surprising. For an ending of a romance novel to be a breakup, ridiculous! As a reader who has been looking forward to some romance between the main characters, it was a disappointment.

And the whole story was compressed into such a short book. It is an ending that there is no way to explain anything other than that the artist did not want to write anymore.

But it's none of her business what kind of ending the main characters get. This body will be roasted by a dragon before Lenia could even get her hands on her. That bastard Leonard can even bid his own self goodbye.

The thought gave Noah goosebumps.

Lost in her trance, the little dragon boy, with anxious eyes, stared at her grim expression and asked.

"Master, are you sick?"

"……."

"The human man!"

"No!"

It's because of you, you bastard!

Frightened at her sudden loud voice, the child ran to hide under her bed. The witch grabbed his little shoulders and warned him.

"You can't just kill people. That's not a joke. Okay? Especially, don't kill me."

"Why do I kill my master?"

"Why kill me, right?"

"……?"

The child looked at her as if he didn't understand. Noah held the child upright and stressed it over and over again. "Listen! Don't kill living creatures recklessly. Even if it's a little wild flower on the side of the road."

"Do not kill!"

The child merely mimicked her, unable to comprehend what the witch was saying intensely. Fortunately, she was a product of an infusion-based education, a human being with a pretty old-fashioned way of thinking.

In other words, 'Memorize if you don't understand!'

"You can't hurt others without a reason, you can't lie, you can't steal. You can only do such thing when…" Noah pondered for a moment.

"Only when I allow it. Okay?"


A pair of round red eyes looked attentively as the witch lectured the baby dragon.

"And the fire that you made earlier, you don't take it out when there's someone else. You have to keep it in mind."

"Yes…"

"And no one will ever find out that you are a dragon, not a human being. Especially that man before, never get caught. That's the condition if you want to be with me. What do you say, do you want to do it?"

"Together?"

"Yes. Together."

"I'll do it!"

The child nodded instantly, his lips curling into a grin.

"My name is Noah. Call me Noah. Don't call me master."

"Noah…"

Hope filled the child, thinking he was about to be given a name. However, the witch immediately extinguished his optimism.

"That doesn't mean I'll give you a name now. I'm not going to imprint with you."

The gleaming eyes lost its sparkle. Guilty, she held the child in her arms and tucked him into bed, muttering.

"But I'll be with you for the time being."

"……Really?"

"Yes, I'll let you stay with me until you feel like you are capable enough to fly to the ends of the world."

I'm getting sleepy. I slept soundly last night, but I think I've been feeling a little weak lately.

The witch hugged the child warm and pulled up the blanket to cover him.

"And watch me while you're with me, and then make a decision. Am I really a human being worthy of being your master?"

"But…"

"I won't allow any more refusal. And, a kid like you shouldn't be awake at this crack of dawn. Close your eyes now. Let's go to sleep. Noah is very tired."

The witch chatted away, shutting her eyes close, trying to clear her mind from thoughts about the man she dumped somewhere in her living room.

"If you're not going to sleep… don't disturb me.."

And with that, she fell asleep.

It took Kyle Leonard just half an hour to get out of the fetters of the weird blankets and curtains which trapped him. Eleonora Asil's magic was very tenacious, resembling its master.

"Annoying…"

Leonard was only able to free himself from their spell after he apprehensively cut the blankets and curtains into pieces.

Only then did he catch sight of the witch's house.

Eleonora Asil's cottage was a small, simple two-story house. Compared to Tezeba's magnificent mansions, it was shabby.

Besides, it's messy.

Kyle Leonard has visited Eleonora's mansion several times.

The elegant word "visit" may be true, but the number of people who have raided her to handcuff her amount past ten fingers. Anyway, the mansion he saw at that time was immensely clean and dust-free, preventing his conscience from stepping on the floor.

On the other hand, this house has all sorts of furniture scattered along in the living room.

The investigator merely laughed and scooped up ladles, scissors, kitchen knives, and so on in front of him. The far-flung kitchen knife bounced back into the air, aiming exactly at him, which shrilled in the air eerily.

"Thousands of illegal goods."

Leonard casually dodged the menacing kitchen tool's attack with a slight tilt. The kitchen knife hit the wall instead. From his point of view, Eleonora's cottage was subject to a thorough shutdown. Leonard kept his guard up and moved cautiously.

Everything in the witch's house is enchanted with her magic. He didn't know what hideous magic lies creeping, waiting to entrap, in her seemingly ordinary house.

The investigator still trembled as he recalled the time he had been wandering around Laurent for about two months to collect a rat trap that had almost cut off his ankle.

The hairpin, which was said to curl hair, burned down the hair of dozens of noblemen. There are also several young people with fatal burns on their necks. Even then, she was a woman who had fallen out of favor; there was no time to rest assured.

Except for the attack by the kitchen knife, however, the living room was as still as a mouse. Leonard glanced around the small kitchen and some of the rooms inside the living room and realized that the house as a whole was a very unruly lawless area.

To his eyes, cleanliness was the first value of life and the master of neatness; this house was as good as a jungle. His face creased.

Would the second floor be such a sight?

The woman, Eleonora, tied him up with blankets and curtains and yawned and went up the stairs. The little boy he found in front of the butcher's place must have gone up with her, he thought.

Leonard stealthily climbed the stairs. Eleonora seemed to think that his only weapon was a revolver, but it was different. He was a man who lived with all sorts of weapons hidden in every corner of his body — especially when dealing with her.

He stood in front of the door at the end of the stairs, gently pressing on the dagger hanging from the inside of his uniform so that he could take it at any time.

The door hung open.


Leonard could see a thin back lying on the bed. The sun was already high, but the room was as dim as the dawn. The witch's steady breaths echoed in the room. She must be sound asleep, he surmised.

He began to look around the room right away. His intention was clear: to reclaim the revolver that she had taken. As he walked around the witch's room nonchalantly, Eleonora didn't even toss around. For a moment, Leonard looked down at her, sleeping.

Although it's a very hard fact to admit, he cannot deny her stunning beauty. He often finds it hard to believe she's an evil witch who has committed plenty of atrocious crimes.

Her eyes glistened blue and lips plum. "I wish her temper mirrored her appearance." Leonard clicked his tongue and leaned over her. His eyes scanned rapidly and brushed the sleeping woman's disheveled apricot hair.

He's this close, and there's no movement.

What happened to the witch who notices even a speck of dust on her vase? Eleonora Asil was a woman who had nothing to do with low blood pressure or anemia, but was rather too energetic to be indisposed.

Thinking so, he was about to stroke her hair.

"I'm here."

The investigator stopped in his tracks, his arms frozen in the air.

Since when did a boy with black curly hair and dark red eyes sit on the window frame.Leonard thought the baby looked a little older than this morning. It can't be.

The child spoke again in a rather harsh tone. "If you touch Noah, you'll pay."

Noah? Is it Eleonora's nickname?

The sun shone upon the face of the young boy, baring his charm. He jumped into bed and stood in front of her as if to protect her. Leonard swallowed a laugh at his cuteness. He lowered his posture in front of the bed and sat down to be in eye contact with the child. "What did you say your name was?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"Noa hasn't given me a name yet." Leonard frowned a little. It was a strange remark.You look like a kid around three or four years old, and you still don't have a name. And you didn't give me your name?

'…Don't tell me.' His face suddenly hardened at a ridiculous idea. A nameless child whose growth is absurdly fast. The strange title, master. Isn't there something similar to the dragon's imprint?

Leaning over, the investigator took a closer look at the child's appearance: black curly hair and dark red eyes.Yeah, certainly a little bit of growth compared to yesterday, but both his voice and pronunciation have become clearer.

Indeed, Kyle Leonard was an investigator to the bone. Even the smallest clues never go unnoticed.

The missing dragon's egg. A witch who is a prime suspect. The non-human child the witch is raising.

"Who are you?

The child blinked his dark red eyes. Soon after, he bowed his eyes into a half-moon and laughed. It was a clear, innocent smile. The child shook his head. "I can't say."

"Why?"

"I have to look good to Noah."

Kyle frowned.Is this the dragon?His eyes fleeted back to the peaceful sleeping woman.

If Eleonora Asil imprinted the dragon, things would be a hundred and eighty degrees different. She had enough to keep Laurent up and running on her own, and now she got herself the power of the dragon?

Then there is no point in detaining her. Rather than detaining them, he has to plead for her power to be used for the empire.

While Leonard was deep in his thoughts, the child also pondered.

The child liked Noah. It was not just because she was the first human being to see him for the first time.

Every day, he's been a hassle, but she's been giving him milk with a blanket to keep him out of the cold. And, if he clings to her, although with a frown, he receives a hug in return.

Noah was basically kind to him, though his expression and behavior were a little different. She even hugged him and slept with him today.

However, had Noah thrown him out as soon as she found him, he might have killed her.