Chapter 56: The Lower Level

This matter was really too sinister, and so Duncan had never been able to bring himself to eat that bowl of fish soup.

After all, just the thought of the doll Miss's head bobbing and rolling in the soup pot made him feel as if his dinner scenes were sprinting straight towards curses and the Grim Reaper—even though Alice's true form was actually cheerful to no end, the incident of her head falling into the pot was still a bit too horrifying...

The doll Miss seemed a bit hurt; she looked at the food Duncan had set aside, her hands clutching the lace decorations at the hem of her clothing, "Captain, are you angry?"

Duncan, exhausted in both body and spirit, glanced at the doll, "If there's anything you're unhappy with aboard the ship, you can tell me directly... "

"Ah? I'm not..."