61 Regulus (1/2)

Dye looked at the puppet she crafted. She definitely wasn't able to make it look as good as the puppeteer. Sighing, she showed her mediocre straw puppet to Ynoir, who immediately laughed.

”What is that?”

”It's a puppet, of course? Are you blind that you can't see it?” Dye puffed her cheeks, ”I worked so hard on this, don't ruin this for me!”

Ynoir just looked at the messy puppet, one arm bigger than the other, the face was unrecognizable and the two thin legs certainly broke the contrast of the robust upper body. If the puppet was a scarecrow, it would definitely be a good scarecrow.

”You call that a puppet? It looks like a scarecrow,” Ynoir chuckled, ”Hahaha!”

At this moment, Julian came in the tent bringing several bowls of food. The guards let them eat some food before they meet Julian's father. Not that the old man would recognize Julian anyways. Julian even swore that his old man would never recognize him. He told them that his father was always too busy spreading seeds he didn't even care about the son of the first wife.

Maybe.

”Julian, does it look like a scarecrow?” Dye asked Julian as she grabbed the bowl of disgusting food, adding several condiments on it and made it somewhat passable. she immediately ate them all, worried that she might throw up from the sheer taste.

”It does,” Julian looked at the scarecrow like puppet. Well, if Dye was aiming to scare people then probably this kind of puppet would be best, but was it what she was aiming for?

...

It seemed that even the condiments couldn't stop Dye from throwing up in the end. Both men definitely couldn't be asked to work together, definitely not.

She regretted asking them.