Chapter 97

Blood spread uncontrollably across the dining table’s ornate gilded patterns and pristine silver tableware.

“W-what is this….”

Rahellin murmured hollowly as she staggered away from the table. Her face, which had radiated a refined and decadent beauty throughout the luncheon, had turned as white as the marble floor.

“He’s been poisoned!”

A noble seated at the far end shouted and sprang to his feet. Pointing at Rahellin, he protested his innocence.

“Your Highness, Imperial Consort, what is the meaning of this?”

“I-I don’t know! I would never kill His Majesty!”

“Count Ifri! Watch your tongue. Are you saying that Her Highness, the Imperial Consort, poisoned His Majesty?”

“O goddess…!”

As everyone at the luncheon stood bewildered, Blanc reached down and touched the blood that had spread into the space in front of him. It was hot and slightly sticky. The blood belonged to the Emperor, who had been seated at the head of the table only moments ago, declaring that he would make Roen Crown Prince...