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."

held up a hand, stopping Mole from snapping at Frank as he twirled his beard. "You are right, young

smile and said, "I hereby announced that I have reevaluated this young man's answer-and his score

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

Is that

that Frank's score was

your community! The way I see it, het should be given zero points and chased out

score him higher than us

he's the only one who got it right?" The

"Hahaha...."

simply chuckled despite being questioned. "All of you are

be

pointed at the cauldron. "After

I simply made sure to add other herbs that counteract it before the