The whole thing happened a few days ago.
Kyle arrived at the temple after receiving the letter I had sent through Noah. And we shared honest opinions and discussions.
‘Those who prosper through drugs perish through drugs.’
‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’
Kyle frowned at the phrase I’d jotted down during the conversation.
“What is this?”
“It is hard to back out of an easy path once you start it.”
He nodded in agreement with the plausible explanation.
“What I’m concerned about is what the Queen will do in the future.”
“We’re going to narrow down her options.”
“Yes?”
Having lived in an era in which entrapment was illegal, Kyle and I had different perspectives.
“I recruited one of the two remaining close aides of the Queen. He’s the Queen’s cousin, so if I keep his family healthy, he’ll cooperate.”
“No way…”
“They own the right top.”
How would the Queen react if one of her close aides had ‘a very effective poison’?
When I mulled over it, the scruff of my neck turned cold.
“It’s akin to influencing evil.”
“It’s up to the Queen to decide which one to choose.”
Kyle was right; her tens of thousands options were reduced to just two.
One is to correct mistakes, while the other is to cause harm to others.
“I read a book about poisonous plants.”
Things about herbal medicines were also part of the information I obtained from the temple library.
“How about disguising paralytic poison as a sleep-inducing one?”
Kyle smiled coldly as those words left my mouth.
“Unlike the person who told me I was inducing evil.”
His red eyes were staring at me deeply.
“It’s a concrete plan that’s more villainous than the villain herself.”
[Hesed, the God of Knowledge, agrees with Kyle]
[Oman, the God of Benevolence, expresses a strong interest in you]
I grumbled a little at the undeniable words.
“I have a specific life motto that my safety comes before anything else.”
If I leave the Queen as she is, my safety will be put at risk.
As he took a gander at me and grinned, I heard his voice,
“As expected, you’re more suited to the Imperial Palace than the temple.”
I pretended not to hear him and inquired about the next plan,
“But Your Highness…”
But then a knock sounded on the door of the temple’s small meeting room, and it opened. Reyhas was the one who came in.
“I was told that Your Highness had arrived, so I rushed over.”
“Oh, Sir Reyhas.”
I rose from my seat in surprise, but his voice cut me off and echoed throughout the small meeting hall,
