The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

a hand, stopping Mole from snapping at Frank as he twirled his beard. "You are right, young man. While I am a mentor and have lived for two centuries, my knowledge in Draconian traditional

and said, "I hereby announced that I have reevaluated this young

announcement left everyone-including Mole and the other Kornac's Keep

that geezer

score was suddenly

het should be given zero points and chased out of

him higher than us

you suggesting that we're all wrong, while he's the only one who got it right?" The elders of Kornac's Keep and Mole were scowling as well,

"Hahaha...."

chuckled despite being questioned. "All of you are right. It's just

to be a

burst out laughing as he pointed at the cauldron. "After all, I did

to add other herbs that counteract it before the soup boiled, so most of you stood no