Chapter: 884

‘More importantly, who did this?’

Although she did not know the exact circumstances, Gretel knew roughly what was going on.

It was Astelle’s father, the former Duke, who was behind the emperor’s poisoning incident. He had been captured and imprisoned in the abandoned palace. She heard that almost all the people involved were taken in.

‘Someone suspects me- no… … to be precise, is there anyone who suspects Astelle?’

That’s strange. His Majesty the Emperor, the victim of the incident, knew everything about it and tried to protect Astelle.

‘Who the hell is watching me?’

Is he someone who investigates the poisoning incident? Who’s investigating such a thing at this time?

It’s beyond her comprehension. Because she doesn’t know anything about conflicts between nobles.

Gretel checked the locked door again with an anxious heart. She looked out the window and then slammed the shutters so she couldn’t see anything.

* * *

Gretel went to the Empress Palace the next morning to check the flowerpot.

The detoxifying herbs that Fritz brought from the western estate were left with only the stem and leaves. The withered flower lost all its dry petals in a few days.

Gretel looked closely at the place where the flower had disappeared.

As expected, small seeds were formed in the place where the calyx was located. Also, quite a lot of seeds were grown at once.

Gretel quickly ran to Astelle and shared her thoughts.

“Growing herbs?”

Gretel nodded. “If we make a plantation in the Southern Mountains and study it for a few years, we will be able to grow it.”

Astelle was pleased to hear her explanation, saying it was a good idea.

“I hope it goes well. I will prepare anything you need.”

Just as Astelle was about to give the order, Gretel stopped her.

“Let me find out more first. Do not expect too much, it might take a very long time.”

Astelle nodded her head. “I know. Still, it’s better than doing nothing.”

“It is.” Gretel agreed. She brought up a new topic hesitatingly, “Well… … Your Majesty. Actually, something else happened last night.”

Gretel, this time very carefully, recounted last night’s events… … .

“Who could that be?”