Chapter 157 (2/2)

Noah stared at the breathtaking view in front of her, utterly speechless. She had completely forgotten the dangerous situation she was in. It was a spectacular sight, enough to rival the moment she witnessed a black dragon ascending the heavens from the deep blue seas.

“Maobiana, the dragon’s cradle,” Kyle whispered. “It’s beautiful, even though it’s a  product born out of human hands, isn’t it?”

Indeed, it was astounding to gaze upon a colossal pit that used to be a part of the mountain ranges until just over a hundred thousand years ago. Noah murmured, unable to take her eyes off the emerald lake, “It’s really pretty. I’m glad I bought this place.”

“What did you do?”

Noah looked up in awe, then realized the close distance between them, and immediately shifted her gaze away from him. Kyle, who wouldn’t miss a detail, inquired persistently. “Come to think of it, when did Miss Noah arrive? What excuse exactly did you give to Minister Rossinell?”

“Volunteer work. I was on my way to Fugin, and I slipped into Noviscosha. You know you’re not in a position to scold me, don’t you?” Noah hastily sputtered excuses in fear of being reprimanded. Then, she observed him. Kyle’s eyes, which were almost concealed beneath his hat, had a suspicious gleam.

Noah managed to open her mouth, glancing at the tip of his chin. “So what’s this outfit for? Undercover investigation?”

“It’s similar. I thought I had to visit the mine myself and just in time, there was a mysterious disappearance. We can investigate it together.”

“I heard there’s a monster in that lake…”

“We’ll know if they’re monsters or criminals extorting Mane Ore. But didn’t Secretary Rossinel finally release this restraint?” Kyle poked the chains around Noah’s neck, which was covered with a scarf, and repeated the nagging he had made several times a day before he left. Annoyed, Noah banged her head against his chest, unwilling to listen.

As they argued in silence, Muell looked down at the landscape that unfolded before the train with a bewitched look. The boy, who was sitting on the railing, tilted his upper body outwards. His black curly hair danced with the wind. Noah turned her head towards the child at the sound of his muttering.

“…I feel like I’m back in the egg.”