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."

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

a kindly smile and said, "I hereby announced that I have reevaluated this young man's answer-and his score is 120

and the other Kornac's Keep elders turning toward him in

Is that

was naturally flustered to hear that Frank's score was suddenly 120 points. "Sir, that

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

him higher

he's the only one who got it right?" The elders of Kornac's Keep

"Hahaha...."

"All of you are right. It's just that

to be

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

made sure to add other herbs that counteract it before the soup boiled,