Bab 112: [Club House Competition] [Prelude] [Shyamal]

"And here you go!"

In a fancy room adorned with expensive items, a woman in a simple maid dress, kneeling in front of a boy, exclaimed softly as she combed his hair properly.

She had an ordinary face with rosy skin, her black hair tied in a bun. Her obsidian eyes looked at the boy.

"Thank you." The purple-haired boy, no older than five, replied with a bright smile, "...Wait a minute."

Saying so, he rushed towards the plant growing with a single flower beside the window.

Picking the flower, he rushed back towards her with his small legs before extending the flower towards her, "This is for you, Aunt Belly!!"

"Thank you, young master." Belly smiled, taking the flower, her voice musing, "So, are you going to meet that girl today?"

"Yeah, I need to see Ashlyn today." Azariah nodded, thinking about the caramel-haired girl, "She would be upset if I don't go see her."