Rosette was Rozelyn’s f*****g aunt; half-aunt to be precise. She assumes that there is nothing like that in this world: a half-aunt. Probably it’s just her thoughts.
‘Fine. I will just call Rosette as “aunt”,’ Rozelyn pondered as she walked to their house which was just next to Thalia’s abode.
She entered silently as the house is quiet; which means Cyrill is still asleep even though noon is nearing.
“Gosh, he’s still snoring!” Rozelyn shook her hands in an irritated manner.
She grabbed a glass of orange juice by the fridge. Yet, even if she already drank two glasses, she can still hear his loud snoring due to his Thaumaturge senses.
“Damn it!” It was the last words she uttered as she decided to climb the stairs and up into Cyrill
