Chapter 38: Trash-Talking Session (I)
Primrose sat across from Salem. She calmly sipped her tea while the man in such bright clothing stared at her sharply.
It really felt like Salem was scrutinizing her appearance, not because he thought she was beautiful, but because he wanted to judge her!
[I thought my client would be interesting, but a human? I could give her rat poison, and she’d have dropped dead tomorrow.]
[How boring. Rat poison doesn’t even taste that delicious.]
Primrose’s fingers twitched slightly against her cup. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Being a poison tester was an incredibly dangerous job. That was why most of them trained themselves to recognize poisons by scent and color alone. But this man ... he wanted to taste them? Did he lose his damn mind?
Sure, she knew beasts had stronger bodies and absurdly fast healing abilities compared to humans, but did that mean they were immune to everything?
"I assume Lady Solene has already explained why you were summoned to the palace," Primrose said gently, setting her cup down with a soft clink.
Salem leaned back against the couch, crossing his legs with the kind of arrogance only a young master from a prestigious family could pull off. His expression remained cold as he answered, "No, she didn’t."
[I thought Solene sent me an urgent letter because someone interesting like His Majesty had been poisoned. But ... turns out, it was just the Queen.]
[How boring.]