Chapter 8. Adorable Matchstick

Edmund blinked awkwardly.

“My wife’s compass.”

“A compass?”

The little girl tilted her head.

After blinking twice, she raised her index finger to the side of her cheek.

“It’s not left behind, Mr. Beard. I saw it while hiding earlier. Please wait a moment.”

The mysterious kid bent down, checking under the seat.

After a few seconds, she exclaimed:

“I found it!”

She showed her discovery with a bright smile.

A cute laugh occasionally escaped her mouth.

“We don’t have to go back to the hotel, right? Can we continue our journey toward Chamarel now?”

With a sigh of relief, Edmund took Al