Forty-seven

The child's hands and feet suddenly went cold, chills went down his spine as he looked up to Jannah, her blood red eyes squinting with a small smile on her face.

"Tico?"

Jannah looked up from the boy to the woman who called out. The children turned their attention away from the Countess and looked behind them, jumping when a woman is standing there, her hands on her hips.

"What are you children doing here?" The woman, who Jannah healed earlier, raised an eyebrow to the kids.

She looked up, past through the door where she saw her son who was standing in front of Jannah. Her eyes widened, and rushed towards him, "Tico!"

Jannah watched the interaction with a straight face, the previous smile, smirk, and condescending look are gone.

"Are you causing trouble again? I told you to not do it! She helped me!" The mother hissed under her breath, pulling the boy's arm and dragged him inside the mail house.