Chapter 15 - Crazy Dream (1/2)
”So, this is the deal, Wizard. You make the cure for my allergy, then I will set you free.”
”Are you sure?”
”Yes.”
”Then, why am I here?”
”A bonus.”
”What?”
”I get a bonus as your official manager.”
”What?”
”I made your reputation almost comparable to an angel that came from heaven, you should be thanking me. Don't you think?”
”…”
Wizard Druon couldn't even say anything to refute her words, they were so right in many ways. He knew that after a few months trapped in the tower, his fame soared to the sky and now he is even considered the most welcomed man in the world. With time he will make nobles, princesses, kings bow to him and then conquer the world muahahaha…
'What a magnific face.' Anne admired almost clapping her hands.
Wizard Druon was making a maniac face, a product of his time in isolation. However, Anne couldn't help but admire it as she was trying to get her own crazy face of an evil villain but only a creepy stoned smile came out.
She knew the servants were crying in fear as the shaking of their shoulders were giving them out, but it was not enough. She needed more fear.
”Which bonus do you want, my princess?”
”Just a little nothing… come with me.”
They walked to a tall tower on the back of the Palace, but the moment they saw it some smoke was coming from it. Several servants were even running around trying to extinguish the flames that seemed to come from the kitchen.
”Princess… sigh… she did it again.”
Tia walked fast to Anne's side when she saw her coming. However, her helpless sigh was enough to transmit her thoughts.
”Again?”
”Yes… but…”
”but?”
”Master Callum was with her this time, they blew out the kitchen entirely. We will need to replace it again.”
”…”
”He was trying to help but they kept confusing the ingredients and making strange things, Princess. The chefs are crying.”
”…” Anne couldn't believe it, even they can make the chefs cry.
”What should we do, princess?”
”Nothing, there is nothing to do, I want my cake.”
Anne walked to the two figures standing not too far from the entrance. They were covered in ashes and some flour. Their eyes were looking directly at the tower in flames without an inch of sentiment. Such indifference was something commendable.