Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

206 Appearing Out Of Thin Air

Dorothy’s POV:

“Good morning, guys. I’m sorry I got up late,” Captain Frank said with drowsy eyes. “It’s a little cold in this room at night. I think I caught a cold...”

“You slept here the whole night?” I confirmed in disbelief.

It was obvious that Frank didn’t understand why I was so agitated. He frowned and nodded. “Yes, actually, I’d rather sleep on the first floor, but Master Mary said there are many precious historical relics here, so I had to go upstairs and say good night to the broken wooden furniture.”

But that was impossible! Master Kevin was standing guard upstairs. How could he not see such a big man like Captain Frank?

“Honestly, I’m a little scared of your attitude.” Captain Frank slowly raised his hand. “Is there a curse on me? Spell? God, I can’t see anything! Do you need me to do anything? Or do you want me just to stand here and cooperate with you?”

Master Hayley gave me a look, then said as if nothing had happened, “It’s nothing, Frank. Our eyes were playing tricks on us. We thought we saw some unknown mana fluctuations on you. But it’s just a shadow of dust. It looks like magic waves when it floats.”

No matter how you put it, it would seem strange, but fortunately, Captain Frank didn’t suspect anything and even warmly invited us to breakfast.

“I wonder what the on-duty team cooked today.” As he cleaned, he mumbled, “Please don’t give me minced meat porridge. I bring this as the main dish whenever I go on a mission. It’s as if I will fail the mission without minced meat porridge.”

While he wasn’t paying attention, we signaled Master Kevin, hiding at the corner of the stairs, to hurry down. I opened the door and pretended that Master Kevin had just entered.

“Good morning, Captain,” Master Kevin said in all seriousness. “The team members are waiting for you to have a morning meeting.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be there immediately!” Captain Frank immediately got dressed and led us out of the cabin.

While everyone was having breakfast, we’d hide in a corner.

“Are you sure you didn’t doze off last night?” Master Hayley grabbed Master Kevin and asked, “You didn’t even see a living person like that right under your nose?”

Master Kevin seemed aggrieved, “I swear the second floor was empty the whole night! I’ve been patrolling every room and even used a detection spell. No living person can escape my eyes! The truth is that Captain Frank disappeared for the night and suddenly appeared again. Although this is ridiculous, think about where we are. Anything is possible.”

“But even if he left in some way, we should be able to feel the magic fluctuations. Unless he didn’t use any spell, but how could that be? A mortal body can’t do such a thing!”

Looking at Captain Frank, who was having a morning meeting with his team members, we descended into deep confusion.

Could he be a fake? A puppet created by a demon? However, even the ancient supreme demons could not change a person back into their original form. They would leave behind magical waves. Not to mention that this was once the witch clan, and the defense function from hundreds of years ago was still incomplete. The evil aura could not escape its eyes.

So, how did he do it?

I told Selma about this.

“We’ve been on guard all night, but Captain Frank just appeared out of thin air. The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was amiss. It’s like an NPC in a game that refreshes itself automatically. You see, he went into the room to sleep, but this data has disappeared. It will only refresh after a certain period.”

Now, this Captain Frank on the mountain seemed more likely to be a fake. But Selma told us not to let our guard down.

“There’s no evidence to prove that there’s only one such situation.” She added, “Maybe what we saw was all a demon’s trick? This is a necessary precaution. Don’t trust anyone easily.”

This meant I would have to go through a tough morning – feigning civility wasn’t my specialty.

It was still an aimless search, and it was still a fruitless operation. The team members were well-trained, but I still heard someone whisper, “What’s the point of this? Why don’t we get an archeological team? We’re using weapons, not dust.”

Fortunately, that member knew to avoid Captain Frank, or he would have been scolded badly.

At noon, Selma, Aldrich, and the others returned.

They acted as if nothing had happened and exchanged information with Captain Frank.

“How’s your health? If you are tired, don’t force yourself. Miss, please allow me to say a few words to you. You’ve just come of age, but that doesn’t mean your body has stopped growing. If I were to suffer from any illness now, I’d be in a lot of pain at my age.”

Selma replied naturally, “Thank you for your concern. I’m really fine. Is there anything you need me to do in the afternoon?”

I was amazed by their exchanges.

Selma was acting like a real princess – I mean, in terms of how she conducted herself in the world. She knew that the person in front of him could be a trap set by the demon, but she could still ‘confide’ in him with a poker face. When did she learn this skill? Could she maybe teach a shoddy actor like me?