“What?” King Raithen frowned, not understanding what his wife mumbled.
Morielle seemed to wake up in a stupor. She blinked, looking at her husband’s face.
I know who it is! But I have no evidence that she’s the one who sent those poison boxes and assassins.
Morielle was frustrated, and she heaved.
“Her? Who?” King Raithen asked her.
“N-nothing. I have something going on in my head, and I didn’t realize what I was mumbling about. J-Jaggut…” She cried again, clutching at her husband’s robe.
“The royal physician will confirm if he can’t do anything for him anymore.”
Morielle nodded with tears in her eyes.
She turned to Seliz, who stood close to them. “I think I’m fine, Seliz. Just don’t go anywhere near the powder. Don’t inhale it. It’s poison. Tell the palace maids that will clean i
