Chapter 238: To Wyfgroove & Arrest.
"the Wyfgroove Garden doesn’t serve special drinks. The scent of the flowers is the special. Whatever you drank wasn’t from the garden."
"I didn’t know," Salviana murmured, guilt flashing in her eyes.
Alaric nodded, though his fury simmered just beneath the surface. "Can you recognize this maid if you saw her again?"
Salviana hesitated, then shook her head regretfully. "I don’t think so. I was so enthralled by the flowers... I didn’t even look at her properly. I just sipped the drink."
Alaric stood abruptly, his eyes flashing with determination. He stretched out a hand to her. "Then we’re going to the Wyfgroove Garden. Now."
"Right now?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Right now, fiery," he said firmly. "We have an evil thwart to catch."
Salviana nodded, sensing his urgency. "Okay," she agreed, taking his hand.
Together, they left the bedroom, walking swiftly through the corridors and down the grand staircase.
Alaric’s fury radiated off him in waves, but he kept his movements measured, his focus unshaken. Salviana followed closely, her heartbeat quickening.
As they passed through the halls, their footsteps echoed ominously, the palace’s air suddenly heavier. The garden awaited them—and so did the truth.