Chapter 427. Taste of Northern Spring
Mathilda leaned against the bed, her sharp eyes glinting with mischief as she studied the unconscious Astrid, sprawled across the velvet-draped bed. "Yeah... I don’t think she’ll wake up anytime soon. The maids’ gossip must’ve woke her up once. Hmm..." She tapped her chin, a sly grin spreading. "Maybe we should try that again next time."
Before anyone could respond, Mathilda’s voice shifted to a sultry moan, loud enough to echo through the chamber. "Aaahn~ Tyler... don’t touch me there~"
Her tone was shamelessly provocative, and the nearby maids froze, their faces flushing a vivid crimson. One clutched her apron, eyes wide, while another fanned herself furiously.
Tyler’s eyebrows twitched.
"Hmmm... no reaction—Ouch!" Mathilda yelped as he delivered a light smack to the back of her head, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"Cut it out," Tyler sighed, rubbing his temple. "If Astrid wakes up again, you let us know immediately. Got it?" His voice carried the weight of command, though his gaze softened as he glanced at the maids.
The maids nodded vigorously, still flustered from Mathilda’s theatrics. "Y-Yes, sir!" one stammered, her cheeks still pink.
"Good. We’ll leave it to you," Tyler said, motioning for the group to follow him out of the room.
Mana, Mathilda, Lily, and Darla trailed behind, they left the pocket dimension and arrived at the ship. Their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor of the ship’s corridor.
The air outside was little cooler.
As they walked toward the one of ship’s hall, Tyler’s thoughts churned. The third challenge loomed ahead, he has no idea what will the Phantom Pirates will choose.