Vol. 3 Chapter 7 - Please Put Your Imprint On Me

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Why!? Why, exactly why?

Is he really that confident about Camilla? Or did the Vassals put pressure on him to become like this?

‘It’s most likely both.’

The timing also was just so right when I decided to visit Cedric.

“I haven’t reached retirement age yet, but it won’t be too difficult. I’m thinking of planning it gradually.”

“Uncle.”

I drew out a small vial the size of a finger, half-filled with a brown potion, and placed it in front of Cedric, who poured the tea calmly.

“Do you have any idea what this is?”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

Cedric’s calm response made him appear naive.

“It’s poison.”

Cedric’s smile had turned into a frown.

“It was discovered by Pennie this morning. Under my mother’s bed, to be precise.”

Cedric gave me a puzzled expression, as if he didn’t comprehend what I was saying.

‘This is why you were poisoned. Whew!’

Cedric hasn’t gone away as frequently or for as long as he used to.

Cedric hasn’t been gone from the Countdom as much or for as long as he used to these days for some reason.

‘I heard the Vassals were silent about the issue.’

That’s because Cedric’s arm is injured, I’m sure.

The Vassals would have yelled loudly in front of Camilla during the meeting if Cedric had returned intact.

It was clear that the Vassals made the decision based on Cedric’s state while under Camila’s influence.

“Why is poison in the Countess’s bedroom…… No, more than that.”

Cedric’s voice lowered, as if he was blaming me.

“Is there any proof that this drug is poisonous? You should never accuse someone without proof.”

“Take a look at it and see what you think. Even if I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

Cedric’s brows were furrowed as he inspected the vial with a puzzled expression. He made no attempt to reach for the vial.

I opened the vial’s top as Cedric remained still.

Ppong! Although it sounded cute, neither Cedric nor I were smiling.

“What are you going to do, Selina…?”

I poured the potion into the vase in the center of the table.

The pink rose then started to burn black in an instant.

“……!”

The flowers withered totally in less than a minute.

Even the form could not be managed to identify.

The study was deafeningly quiet.

With a nasty smell.

“Selina.”

Cedric struggled to open his mouth after a long period of silence.

“The countess has a gentler heart than she looks.”

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