Chapter: 225

‘It must have been her.’

It was clear that she had ordered Vellian to hold a tea party.

The Marchioness was watching what Astelle was doing in the annex.

One of her maids that she placed as a spy reported that Astelle had met Vellian.

And today, the invitation to a tea party came.

As anyone can see, it was Astelle’s work.

But why?

The Marchioness was unsure of her intentions.

She asked the maid again as she tapped the tabletop with her finger, “Did you say you saw the purple petals?”

“Yes, Madam. I saw it with my own two eyes,” the maid said once again what she had seen.

Astelle’s maid, who came out of the castle, dropped something from the basket, and it was a flower petal in a glass bottle.

‘Purple petals in a glass bottle.’

That ominous purple was the color of death.

The small purple petals, often called the Monkshood, were famous for their powerful poison.

Even the Marchioness, who was ignorant of herbal medicine, knew how poisonous the flower was.

Astelle’s maid has bought purple petals in a glass bottle.

The only evidence she had was the maid’s eyewitness report, but the Marchioness couldn’t think of any other purpose there.

‘This is obviously……she’s a cunning woman trying to get revenge on me.’

She was told that Astelle knew medicinal herbs and that she carried a bunch of medicine bottles.

Poor Marianne tried to inspect that woman’s suspicious medicine, but she was framed and suffering in prison.

What kind of hobbies does that woman have?

She’s like a pharmacist, that’s what low-level women do.

‘In the North where I grew up, such sassy women were slaughtered as witches, and Astelle had good reason to seek revenge on her.’

Yeah right, that must be revenge. She must have known that the Marchioness was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of her nephew that happened a few days ago.

The Marchioness tried to frame Theor as if he had broken pottery, but the emperor suddenly intervened, and all in vain.