Chapter 19 - The Ark Of Biting (1/2)

Baldwin could only sigh at the human's upbeat personality.

”Hmph. I'm glad that you shared with me those truths.”

”Don't know why you are so happy. It might do you more harm than good to know about them,” warned Gillian.

”Rest assured. I'm not one to fall so easily,” smirked a cheeky Marquess.

”If I was, I wouldn't have grasp the chance to be an Marquess. I was an Earl by birth but a leader by choice.”

Just then, a spying Mavislin hopped down from the stairs. More like, dropped down from the flight of stairs. Mainly because the Old Chapel had made them disappear. The small child let out a cry before landing on a pillow right behind the Marquess.

The child hugged her little eye patch bunny, wanting to get away from the conversation. But alas, she couldn't get away from Marquess's eyes. Or the rest of the beings in the room. Especially after that loud fall.

”Why hello there, little girl,” asked Minwoo, extending a hand to her.

The child of Valokia backed away in fear. Tears were brimming as she could not recognize this person as friendly.

”It's alright. We're here,” cooed Ysabeau as Mavislin looked at her for confirmation.

The small child's eyes were indeed beautiful as Minwoo looked at her with awe.

”Aww...Don't be afraid. I won't bite,” said Minwoo, gingerly patting the child's head.

”Yea, but she will. If you touch her without telling her...”

CHOMP!

The loud yell that the Marquess gave out shook the entire Old Chapel. Ysabeau could only try her best to ask Mavislin to let go before Minwoo's arm breaks. Meanwhile, Baldwin and Gillian had failed to stop their laughter from taking over. Even the Old Chapel had to stifle her laughter.

After a few bandages and one harsh scolding, it was due for lunchtime. Mavislin sat by the table, waiting for food as if nothing had happened. The Marquess grew weary of the small but strong child. As lunch was served, Mavislin dived head-first into the mashed potatoes.

”Don't worry, Minwoo. We've prepared a separate meal for you,” said Baldwin, giving the Marquess some normal food.

Never in his life Minwoo would be so happy to receive rice with chicken. And plain water sounded nice right about now.

”Why? So that I won't have to get sick?” asked the Marquess, digging in.

”Nope, so that you won't upset the little Mavislin,” rep[lied Baldwin.

”She doesn't like sharing, eh? Not to worry, I won't be taking any of those foods either. A win-win situation.”

”True but...”