"Do I have to get married?"
Ella, a Witch Princess, was fighting a war against the humans. To end it, she is married to someone from the Edelin Empire. Her husband is a slaughterer, the Black Reaper. He is a knight known throughout the continent, Du...
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"Is this it?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Albert smiled, holding a small bottle in his hand. The old man, who was kneeling before him, shook his head. He was an apothecary working for the royal family, and he was summoned by the crown prince.
"Most wild animals die after consuming a single drop. Since the antidote has yet to be developed, it is not allowed to be used..."
"I don't need an antidote."
The apothecary's face paled when he understood the hidden meaning behind the prince's words.
Albert responded with a gentle smile, unbefitting of his typical personality. "Of course, the emperor shouldn't know about this. Or else your head will no longer be attached to your body."
"Y-Yes, Your Highness."
"Go."
"Y-Yes!" The apothecary rushed out of the room.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked the marquis who had been watching. His gaze was fixed on the bottle of red liquid in Albert's hand.
"What do you mean? I'm going to get rid of the thorn in my side." He was referring to the duke and the witch. Albert gave the bottle to the marquis.
"Why are you giving this to me?"
"Put this in the Carcalos my father will present to the duke."
"...Excuse me? What if Duke Havel notices?"
"He can't refuse it before the empire's subjects. And even then, he has to drink it. Refusing to drink the wine is saying you're not loyal to the emperor."
If the duke drank the wine, he will die. If he didn't, the emperor will be offended.
"If the duke dies from poison, then..."
"Say the witch did it."
"The emperor cares a lot about Lukas. No one will think he poisoned the duke."
The marquis nodded.
"On the other hand, there is not one witch on the side of the empire. Those idiotic nobles will go into a frenzy over the rumor of a witch killing the duke. We can use that to break the peace treaty and invade Kartelle. Haha!" Albert slammed the desk. "I want to see with my own two eyes how long he'll last..."
"..."
"I will ensure his wife suffers a painful death. A couple is of one body and soul, right?"
***
"You're so pretty, my lady."
"Miss Betty, please stop."
Seeing her cry in front of me made me sigh. Twenty minutes already passed, and I'm worried she won't be able to shed tears anymore. The compliments from the maids didn't stop.
