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Mag, who was in the process of learning how to educate Amy from Luna, immediately faltered upon hearing that. He turned to the inquisitive Vivian, and a hint of unease welled up in his heart. He was silent for a while before shaking his head as he replied, “She didn’t die; she ran away.”

“With another man?” Vivian seemed to have suddenly been enlightened. She patted Mag’s shoulder with a consolatory expression as she said, “It’s alright, you can always find another. A woman like that was always going to leave you anyway.

“Speaking of which, I’m really surprised that there’s a woman in this world capable of leaving you. I’m suddenly really curious; what kind of woman would resist your cooking? Or what kind of man could be even more irresistible than your food?” A curious look appeared on Vivian’s face.

Mag’s expression immediately darkened. He felt as if he had suddenly become a pitiful cuck.

“It’s not what you think. I can only say that our relationship was a happy mistake; it doesn’t have anything to do with anyone else.” Mag made an effort to make himself look as nonchalant about this as possible.

“It’s alright, I understand. Something like this must be quite difficult to accept for any man.” Vivian nodded with a knowing expression.

Mag rolled his eyes, and couldn’t be bothered to provide any further explanation.

“So that means she most likely won’t be coming back, right? Alternatively, if she did come back, would you forgive her?” Vivian asked.

“Of course I’d forgive her. After all, she’s the mother of my child.” Mag could already guess what Vivian’s intentions were, and he nodded with a smile.

“Tsk, tsk, I didn’t think you’d be such a selfless man,” Vivian said with a disappointed expression.

Mag merely gave her an ambiguous smile in response. This little girl’s reflex arc was very strange, and one could easily be led astray in a conversation with her.

“I understand, Teacher Luna.” Amy nodded with a serious expression.

“Good girl. Because of our Little Amy, all of the other kids will be able to go to school and have new clothes to wear.” A warm smile reappeared on Luna’s face as she patted Amy’s head.

“Will they be coming to Chaos School as well?” Amy’s eyes immediately lit up.

Luna shook her head, and replied, “I’m not too sure at the moment. I have to ask the principal first; it would naturally be the best if they could attend Chaos School.”

“You’re the best, Teacher Luna!” Amy wound her arms around Luna’s neck and planted a kiss on her cheek with a vibrant smile on her face.

“You’re also a very good girl.” Teacher Luna planted a gentle kiss on Amy’s forehead.

“Sigh, it’s such a pity.” Vivian looked at Luna and Amy’s interaction with a forlorn expression. She then turned to Mag with a meaningful look.

Mag looked up into the night sky, and murmured to himself, “There sure are a lot of stars in the sky.”

“Looks like there’s a reason why your wife ran off with someone else, after all,” Vivian grumbled as she looked at Mag.

My wife didn’t run off with anyone! Mag was almost unable to resist the urge to retort.

After watching Luna and Vivian get onto a horse-drawn carriage, Mag dragged out his bicycle from the side and was preparing to go home with Amy when two shadowy figures suddenly appeared up ahead.

Mag narrowed his eyes as he shielded Amy behind him. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as he asked, “Mistress Bartoli, what can I do for you? If you thought my steak wasn’t bad today, you can come and taste it again tomorrow at Mamy Restaurant.”

The two shadowy figures were none other than that sexy Mistress Bartoli and that black cat, which had donned its black robes again.

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling suddenly woke up as it lay in the bicycle’s basket before turning to the black cat with a menacing expression.

“I’m here for the steak—” Camilla’s voice abruptly cut off as she stomped her foot with anger. She had prepared a script in her mind, but her train of thought had been completely led astray by Mag’s words, causing her to immediately think of that incredibly delicious steak. She cleared her throat, and began again. “I’m here to warn you to stay away from Young Mistress Gloria; she’s someone that I have my eyes set on!”

Mag raised an eyebrow as he looked at Camilla with a surprised expression. He was finding it difficult to believe that he was hearing such an idiotic threat from the captivating Mistress Bartoli. Furthermore, what was this about her having her eyes set on Gloria? There was too much information in that sentence, and even with Mag’s comprehension abilities, it still took him a full three seconds to understand.

This Mistress Bartoli was most likely a lesbian, and she had fallen in love with Gloria, identifying Mag as a rival in love.

That was why she was stopping him in the middle of a street and issuing such an immature warning to him—actions that were more befitting of a middle school student.

Of course, Mag had never done something like this ever since he graduated from primary school.

“Um... Young Mistress Gloria and I are collaborating with one another, so we definitely have to communicate on a work basis.” Mag looked at Camilla with a rather speechless expression.

“Don’t think that I wouldn’t do anything to you just because you make a good steak. My reputation is not something to be scoffed at! I have all sorts of cruel torture devices in my dungeon, and if you dare to refuse, I’ll let you the taste the sensation of getting belted by a leather whip while having hot candle wax dripped onto your body!” Camilla raised her chin slightly with a menacing look in her eyes.

Mag looked at the threatening Mistress Bartoli, and the mental image of her holding a candle while swiping a small leather whip through the air surfaced in his mind.

Mag got rid of that rather bizarre train of thought, and put on a serious expression as he said, “Please rest assured, Mistress Bartoli, Young Mistress Gloria and I are purely in a collaborative relationship with no romantic elements involved. I’m a man with a daughter.”

“That’s true.” Camilla nodded after a brief moment of contemplation.

“Whoosh!”

The sound of fabric flapping through the air erupted.

“Wow! Such a big black cat!”

Amy had crept over to Camilla, and was holding a corner of the black cat’s robe. The robe had been pulled off its body again, revealing its true form, and Amy was looking up at it with a joyful expression.

“Meow!” The black cat faltered momentarily before all of its fur instantly bristled. It was like a woman who had just been stripped naked, and it immediately dove into Camilla’s arms as it glared at Amy with a resentful expression.

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling cried out in excitement. It laid its two front paws on the edge of the bicycle’s basket, appearing as if it were going to jump out at any moment.

“Remember your promise.” Camilla ignored Amy as she looked at Mag with a cold expression. She then turned around with her black cat in her arms before pausing as she said, “I’ll be visiting your restaurant tomorrow night; you’d better be adequately prepared.”

She then continued onward and suddenly transformed into a cloud of black mist, and then into a huge bat as she disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Mag laid a hand on his forehead and shook his head with an exasperated expression. As expected, this Mistress Bartoli really was no ordinary person.

“Look at her, Ugly Duckling, she can even fly, yet you can’t even walk without panting! You can’t fly because you’re too fat! From tomorrow onward, your food will be cut in half!”

Amy’s serious voice sounded, followed by a pitiable meow.