515: THE TRICK

THE TRICK

"That won't be necessary. Where is the kitchen? I can ask the chef myself. You can do your job."

"Um…"

Noticing that the maid was hesitating, Zinnia raised an eyebrow. 

"Or are you saying that we aren't allowed?" she inquired. "I thought we could ask for anything and this cruise is especially for us."

Other witches around her heard her comment and agreed. 

"Yes, we can ask whatever we want, right? After the war, we are all exhausted. Get us some ice."

The witches began to order one thing after another. The maids began to panic. They hurried to serve the witches as much as they could.

Zinnia took the chance to go toward the kitchen. The door was slightly open.

She knocked on the door and went inside. 

There was only one person inside. He was a young chef wearing a red scarf around his white collar. 

He was filling the plates with food, ready to serve. Upon hearing footsteps, he raised his head.

Zinnia took off her hood and flashed a sexy smile at the chef.

"…" 

The chef saw beautiful girls in his life but a charming woman who easily caught attraction was hard to get.

He stared at her in a daze. He even forgot to mention that the kitchen was off-limits for the guests.

"H-hello!" he stammered. "What can I do for you?" 

Zinnia stepped closer and said, "I'm very thirsty. Can I have some rose wine?"

"Rose wine?" The chef was surprised. 

People would most go for red wine or white wine. Women in his country would drink red wine or white wine to match the taste of the man they like.

He never met a woman who would prefer rose wine over red or white wine.

"Is there none?" Zinnia looked disappointed. "I thought there would be some. It was so hot in the desert. I worked so hard. My thirst won't go away if I don't drink rose wine." 

The young chef gulped. He suddenly felt his throat dry.

"Ahem, I believe there is some rose wine in the cabinet. Please wait for a moment."

When he hurried away, Zinnia looked around the kitchen. On the left corner, she noticed a huge wooden jar.

She peeked inside and then smirked.

A few moments later, the chef returned with a rose wine bottle.

"Here is your rose wine," saying the chef handed her the bottle.

Zinnia took the bottle from him with a smile. 

"You are a lifesaver," she seductively complimented him. "You deserve a present."

"Present?" the chef was flustered. 

He started imagining something that shouldn't be coming to one's mind.

"Yes, something like this…" Zinnia slowly approached him and lightly touched his cheek with her lips.

The chef's legs gave out and he fell on the floor.

Zinnia controlled her laughter and went back to the room in satisfaction.

Afterward, she sat beside Ironin and poured him some drink.

"Let's celebrate our victory early," she said.

Ironin raised the glass and they clicked their glasses together.

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Magic Tower ~

Veronica opened her eyes. She blinked several times before stretching her arms.

Her eyes roamed around and found herself under a familiar ceiling. She relaxed her body. 

She looked outside the window. The sun already set in the west but there was a hint of orange and red hue in the blue sky.

'Beautiful,' she thought.

She couldn't remember when was the last time she enjoyed the beauty of the sky.

Arthur came to the bedroom and saw her moving around.

"You are awake," he said. 

Afterward, he sat beside her and kissed her forehead. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Veronica smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer and kissed his lips.

They exchanged a sweet kiss before she tried to get up. Artur assisted her to sit.

She yawned and answered, "I feel like I slept for ages."

"You did indeed," Arthur chuckled.

"We are back to the tower I see. When did we come?" Veronica asked.

"Five days ago," Arthur replied. "How's your body?"

"I'm okay…" Veronica suddenly frowned. "My back hurts."

"I'll massage your back. How about you have some food first?"

"Okay," she agreed. She couldn't help but rub her back.

Arthur noticed it but didn't say anything. 

After he brought some heavy breakfast, he fed Veronica.

"I can eat on my own," she said.

"I know. I just want to feed you."0

"Fine, let me feed you as well. I can't finish everything on my own."

She picked up the spoon and fed him soup.

Arthur obediently took a mouthful of the soup. 

The two of them fed each other until the tray was empty.

After that, Veronica wanted to take a bath. When she was done with the bath, she came to the bedroom and found Arthur on the balcony.

She walked behind him and hugged his back.

Arthur took her wrists in his hands and turned around. Then, he pressed her head on his chest and took a deep breath.

Veronica sensed something odd and inquired, "Did something happen?"

"Do you not remember what happened on the battlefield?" Arthur asked her back.

Veronica was stunned. 

"What could happen? I came to find you…then you know the rest…"

Arthur interrupted her and said, "I'm talking about the time when the witches kidnapped you."

"Come again?"

Veronica was astonished. At first, she thought her husband was joking. However, she saw his serious expression and became quiet.

She tried to think if something like that truly happened or not but she couldn't remember anything.

In the end, she asked, "What actually happened?"

Arthur told her everything.

Just like everyone else, she couldn't believe what he said. She could neither trust or mistrust him. She knew he wasn't a person who would lie.

"How? How can that happen? Me being a dragon? That's…"

Arthur said, "I had a feeling you wouldn't know. Apparently, this wasn't the first time you transformed into a dragon. It was the second time."

His long fingers smoothly ran through her silver locks, trying to keep her calm.

"Second time? When was the first time?"

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