Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 185 - 185: You should seek my husband

After soaking in the hot spring long enough, she stepped out of the water and squeezed the excess from her hair. The gold colour faded, returning to its usual deep red.

Putting on her clothes, she marked the location of this hot spring to bring Zane over for a soak later.

She flashed to the mansion and found Kyle waiting for her in the chair by the entrance.

She sat down on the sofa and looked at her butler, who had a calm expression, but she could notice the seriousness in his gaze.

"What needs my attention?" She asked, giving him her undivided attention.

"Mistress, I placed a ban on the island for no one to leave or enter. See this." Kyle enlarged his screen and showed her the sudden surge in population.

"Excluding the merchants, the estimated increase in population is over three hundred people. I feel something is off about it…I apologize for issuing the order without your approval." Kyle spoke in a calm, steady tone while Cyra tapped her fingers on the armchair.

She didn't deceive herself that her island was popular enough for people to come here willingly without pay.

After dealing with that organization, the assassins have been quiet for a while, so it can't be them coming blatantly in the open.

"You made the right call. Have Nicole guard the shore and investigate the newcomers." Cyra said after being silent for a while.

"I have already done that," Kyle said and his ears reddened when he felt her appreciative gaze on him.

"You can make any decisions you feel is right, just let me know." Cyra dropped everything on him in a handoff behaviour.

Which made Kyle's reddened ear regain its colour immediately, his brows pinched together at her behaviour.

Does she want to kill him with work? He came here with a purpose and not to work tirelessly for her.

Cyra rested her back in the chair, excepting he had left, but he still remained on his seat, his gaze on her became firm at the minute.

"What else is there to discuss?" She asked and a bottle of red blood appeared on her hands.

Kyle's pupils shrank at the sudden appearance of the bottle. 'Where did it come from?'

Under Cyra's sharp gaze, he quickly suppressed his shock. And got to the reason why he was here.

His hands pressed together and he looked at her with a firm determination that made her focus on him.

"I want to cash in the favour you owe me." Cyra's eyes flashed with interest as she took a slow sip of blood, locking eyes with him.

"I want you to train me." Kyle bluntly stated, surprising Cyra so much that the drink went down the wrong pipe.

"Cough…what?" She asked again to be sure she didn't misheard his words. She had seen too much human greed to expect anything different. Most would have asked for wealth, protection, or even immortality by her hand.

But this…it genuinely shocked her. She looked at Kyle in a new light, wondering just what kind of human he was.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably under her stare, smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes. He met her gaze and repeated firmly, "I want you to train me."

"No." Cyra's blunt refusal stunned him, and his eyes silently questioned her.

"If I train you, nothing else would be left of you, including your life, so no. Request for something else." Cyra explained, she can't trust herself to control her strength. She doesn't want to lose a good butler.

Kyle couldn't get over her refusal, he looked at her stubbornly, "But you fought with Master Zane and he's still intact." He rebutted, trying to change her mind.

"That's different. I won't train you. That's final; your favour is still unpaid." Her tone was flat, with a non-negotiable glance. She motioned for him to leave.

Watching his dejected figure walk away, she called out, "Instead of asking me to train you, you should seek my husband." He paused and continued moving forward.

Cyra looked at the empty entrance and drank more from the bottle while resting her back comfortably.

She heard a sound from the stairs and looked up to see Zane with a sleepwalking expression. His white hair scattered on his shoulders, and his shirt unbutton.

He looked so cute, that a smile formed across Cyra's lips.

"Morning…Yawn…" Zane's hoarse voice filled the room, walking to the chair beside Cyra and dropping down weakly on it.

His collar slipped, revealing his shoulder blades marked with red hickeys. He shot her a tired, accusatory look.

It was because of her that he was so tired, and his eyelids were so heavy.

He unsuspecting hugged her when he got back from seeing his teacher off, thinking she was sleeping since it was time, but the next thing he knew…he'd been eaten so much that his legs were numb and his voice hoarse, only for her to go back to sleep.

"Sorry love. You were just too tempting…I couldn't help myself." Cyra's eyes twinkled with amusement as she pulled Zane onto her lap.

"Snort!"