Chapter 199: Careless.
The young woman gave him another confused look.
"Which one, sir?" She asked. "I believe you have undergone multiple surgeries since your time in the army."
"Well, a long time ago, while I was deployed in western Tenebrosa, my squad and I went out to eat in one of the local restaurants. At the time, I didn’t know that I was allergic to brown pepper, so when my stomach caught fire and my lungs stopped working, our first conclusion was that the locals tried to poison me."
"That’s... a tragic story. I can imagine what kind of reaction your mates had."
"Don’t worry, we didn’t make any rash decisions, thankfully. One of my good friends knew about the allergy and quickly defused the situation. If he hadn’t interfered back then, I would have died, and the local chef and his family would have suffered a worse fate."
"That’s good to hear..." Pausing, Isabelle then raised an eyebrow. "But... how could an allergy lead to a surgery?"
"Well, the incident had left me traumatized for years, so when I returned home after my deployment, I had my mouth, pharynx, esophagus, and stomach replaced without informing anyone. Most people are unaware, but I’m-" He raised a hand and grasped something from the air. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced at his secretary. "I’m entirely immune to poisons."
Isabelle’s impassive expression gave way to a look of panicked desperation. Her right hand was stretched out with a curved knife aimed at one of the Commissioner’s eyes. She chose to make a last attempt instead of running away, but her blade was stopped before it could reach its mark.
"You should have left when the tea didn’t work."
Letting go of the curved knife, the young woman leapt away from the desk and produced something from her sleeve, flinging it at the commissioner without delay.
Black smoke exploded into the interior of the office the next instant, blasting the door off its hinges and swallowing everything and everyone that came in its way as it spread through the corridor. As it began to slow down, one figure emerged from it, drawing wisps of the smoke along while racing away from the Commissioner’s office.