I Raised A Black Dragon - Chapter 602

Noah, as she held a letter of apology, raised her head. Kyle quickly realized that he had asked something irrelevant and shook his head quickly. 

“No. I’m sorry….” 

“It was brown.”

In spite of Kyle’s embarrassment over his question, Noah still answered. Noah didn’t mind the question.

… Then can I ask you a little more?… As soon as Kyle thought this, another question popped out.

“What about eye color?”

“It was similar to my hair color. Light brown. I have heard I was a little dull in my color.”

Noah looked happy as she replied to Kyle.

“Well, it’s kind of genetic. I guess I resembled my mother.”

“…. I see.”

“I was not as pretty as Eleonora was, but I was pretty good-looking. If I had known I would have this much trouble, I would have preferred to enter a dead body, somehow. I wouldn’t have chosen to enter this body and suffer like I am.”

It sounded creepy but it didn’t bother Noah.

Thinking about it annoyed Noah, and she mumbled a few more words in a grumpy voice and moved the pen fiercely as she continued to write the apology. Noah was one of the few people who Kyle had seen who was this motivated when writing a letter.

Kyle suddenly thought that Noah’s shell really didn’t seem to fit her.

Noah always insisted that she was a very ordinary person, and despite the fearless look on her face, she had no experience with weapons, prison, crimes, or trials.

At first, Kyle felt that the expressionless face was similar to Eleonora. But as he looked at it today, he realised he was wrong. Once he thought about it, Kyle’s thoughts continued to stretch towards Noah Park’s original body and her original face, and what it looked like.

….. Honestly, Kyle was a little curious. Even so, there was no possibility that Kyle would see it in reality.

Bang. Noah used Kyle’s pen hard enough on the last part that it broke. She lifted her head.

“I’m done! Can I leave now?”

“Good. You did a great job.”

Kyle came to his senses and collected Noah’s last letter of apology.

The trial was just tomorrow, it was no time to daydream.

***

Penelope had been cooped up in her office all afternoon. On the large translucent screen that appeared on the desk, the recordings Kyle had passed over were constantly being played.

It was very rare for Kyle Leonard to miss something. He was a person who calculated five or six steps ahead. If it wasn’t for Kyle’s injury, Penelope wouldn’t have been handed this recorder to look at.

“Huh … what’s going on?”

The records were of about fifteen hours of footage, from about 1 o’clock in the afternoon to about 5 o’clock the next day, exactly two days ago. Everything that happened in the magic power room was shocking, but there was something else that embarrassed Penelope the most. It was what was recorded at around 3 am.

“I was worried that you might not make it, but fortunately you are safe.”

The screen was dark, but looking at the rough silhouette, Penelope could see what the situation was. Kyle was underneath and someone was on top of him.

“Good. It would have been quite difficult if Miss Noah hadn’t come.” 

Almost as Kyle’s voice was heard, the screen lit with a faint orange hue. The hair on the screen was a subtle apricot color. There was only one woman with such unusual hair, as far as Penelope knew. Eleonora Asil. 

“Did you have dinner?” 

“… Are you asking me if I have had dinner?”

 … However, she didn’t understand the conversation between Captain Kyle and Eleonora.

“Are you injured? I was worried!”  

At first, Penelope didn’t understand. Eleonora Asil had 15 criminal records. After adding this crime, she was a violent criminal with 16 possible convictions, and Kyle Leonard was a dedicated investigator. 

There was no way they were in such a relationship… 

However, it was difficult for Penelope to erase the doubts. In the first place, Eleonora was writing apology letters, but why did Kyle have to stay beside her? To stay for days, in an enclosed interrogation room with only the two of them.

Penelope even called Kyle when he was in the interrogation room. The boss’s voice over the phone was as cold as usual but…

Penelope fiddled with the tape recorder with a frown.

In fact, Penelope had attached a small recorder under the desk in the interrogation room where Kyle and Eleonora were today. If Kyle found out, she would be suspended immediately, but their conversation was dubious enough to take the risk.

“Miss Noah, what did you say was your original hair color?”

“It was brown.”

Penelope’s face was filled with embarrassment and doubt.

‘Why are you talking like this?’