âItâs poisoned.â
The Poison King spoke as he firmly gripped the mouth of the teapot.
Inside was the steaming hot tea that the attendant had brought, and he was holding it barehanded without hesitation.
It had to be scorching, but as a martial artist at the Hwagyeong level, the Poison King wouldnât even flinch at such heat.
The more important detail, however, was the look in his eyes.
âDo you know whoâs responsible for this?â
His gaze burned with fury, a murderous intent swirling in his eyes.
I swallowed nervously.
âHe sensed it that fast?â
I only noticed the poison after smelling the aroma of the tea. But the Poison King had picked up on it even before it was poured.
Considering he hadnât reached the Invulnerable to All Poisons level like me, his sensitivity to poison detection was astounding.
âIs it purely a matter of experience?â
That seemed to be the most reasonable explanation.
While I was immune to poisons, detecting them was another matter entirely.
Stillâ
âTo think his senses are this sharp.â
I hadnât expected him to identify the poison so quickly, especially since the amount in the teapot wasnât even that significant.
Setting the teapot upright again, the Poison King locked eyes with me, repeating his earlier question.
âDo you know whoâs behind this?â
ââ¦Yes, I do.â
I answered without hesitation, expecting him to be shocked or demand an explanation.
Insteadâ
âIs that so? Then weâll track the bastard down and make them pay immediately. Who is it?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦What?â
I was the one caught off guard this time.
Wasnât he supposed to ask how I knew? Or why I hadnât done anything about it yet?
Why was he so quick to trust me and jump straight to punishment?
I stared at him in disbelief.
âWho the hell daresâ¦.â
The Poison King clenched his fist, standing up with a terrifying presence.
âTo turn my precious daughter into a widow?!â
ââ¦Wait. Hold on, Clan Leader?â