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Chapter Fourteen: Your Words, Not Mine.

I sat on the dining table, in the most un-dutchess like manner, but did etiquette really matter now?

"From now on, if you want to live, you'd better be careful." I turned to the maid on the floor. "Make sure the meal that you oversee is not tainted. Now, you are dismissed for the evening."

The rest of the staff looked around, and I cleared my throat.

"Just the maid on my floor is dismissed for the evening. I'm still hungry."

I said, patting my stomach.

Rorei Manor

West wing.

"Have you ever thought that we need a close-by physician, like a personal one? The way most nobles have." Isaak muttered as Erden paced restlessly in the room.

"Isaak can you focus!" Erden replied, and then the patient on the bed groaned.

A female physician was looking over Ophelia, administering fluids and checking her response to the medicine. Apparently, the meal had been tainted with a

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