I Raised A Black Dragon - Chapter 17 - Would You Like To Be My Butler Instead

Chapter 17: Would You Like To Be My Butler Instead?

If there was heaven, would it be like this way?

Park Noah hummed, skipping with delight across her bedroom, savoring the sweet aroma of butter coming from the kitchen.

This is paradise on earth. Why didn’t anyone tell me that such heaven exists on earth?

Kyle Leonard’s strategy to restore the witch’s mana was operating as smoothly as planned. When she awakes in the morning, the investigator, who has now evolved into a butler, already stands at the threshold of her room with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

“It’s wake-up time, lady.” He would say, and drag Park Noah out of her bed amid her whines and complaints. Kyle Leonard would then usher her to the bathroom; the bathtub already filled with lukewarm water.

Today was no different. After bathing, Park Noah clothed herself and went downstairs excitedly, a modestly prepared breakfast welcoming her.

God, I’ve never had such luxury.

Breakfasts consist of a simple meal as to not load the stomach too much. Today was a toast, topped with butter and egg, crisp bacon, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, and a cup of warm milk. For the child’s portion, the toast was cut into smaller pieces.

While Park Noah savors her breakfast, Kyle Leonard would clean the house spotless, leaving no grain of dust.

After observing him for a few days, Park Noah began to think his obsession to cleanliness was becoming annoying. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like Kyle Leonard has to wash his hands as soon as he touches a person, but, his hands can’t stay still unless the house is in the same condition as he remembers.

“Perfect cleanliness. It’s one of the basic lifestyle rules. In that sense, the lady appears to me as unclean in itself.”

“I’m not that dirty. I washed every day before you came.” Park Noah retorted, displeased at his remark.

“Just because you feel clean doesn’t mean you’re actually clean. What’s the point of being clean when you are surrounded with dust and dirt? Even swans are like crows in the mud, but lady…” Kyle Leonard scorned. On the other hand, Park Noah merely shook her head, and continued to delight in her breakfast as she took a bite from her toast.

Whatever. I didn’t grab that guy’s leg and ask him to clean my house. He’s the one who decided to stay, insisting that it’s essential to the investigation.

Park Noah continually reminds him that he need not do the chores, but Kyle Leonard merely turns a deaf ear. In fact, after experiencing luxury for a few days, Noah thought of making the investigator leave, who was a nuisance not only in his investigation but also in housework.

Noah smiled as she daydreamed about the tiresome Kyle Leonard giving up his investigation and returning to her once again her peace.

Wait. I have been having a luxurious lifestyle because of this weasel. How about I try to seduce him? The original plot of the novel is already ruined anyway.

Well, handsome fellow, would you like to be my butler instead?

Her daydream soon ended as Kyle Leonard’s condescending voice rang in Noah’s ears. “We are going to clean up the second floor today. I can’t wait to see how filthy the second floor is.”

Infuriated, Park Noah shot him a death stare as he tore the curtains open, revealing the daylight.

I wish I could do something with that vulgar mouth of his. Oh, how I wish to strangle him. To think that I even contemplated of seducing this cold-hearted bastard. How absurd! She shook her head, brushing off the idea she had a while ago.

Meanwhile, the child had already woken up and was already seated beside the table, nibbling his toast. Park Noah smiled at the sight of him. “My little boy, can you eat toast now?”

“I can eat it all.” The boy replied, his eyes fixated on the toast in his tiny hands.

“Wow, that’s great!” Noah deliberately complimented the child upon recalling that whenever she praises him, his face would turn red. With the investigator around, the atmosphere was aggravating and the little child’s smile was her only comfort, her ray of sunshine.