Chapter 33.2
That night, the masked woman was drinking fruit wine in one of the guest rooms of the Lycant Palace.
“…” She thought about the events of the day. Today, one of the wedding guests had almost been poisoned. It was only an attempt, but if he had died, the wedding might have been canceled. Or there might have been a war between the Beastmen and the Elves. “Damn…”
The culprit was someone the masked woman knew well. Bougainvillea. She had known her since she was a child. Well, the masked woman remembered the names, faces and backgrounds of most elves.
She was nothing more than a lackey, but with the Masked Woman’s persuasion and pleading, she would be spared the ultimate punishment. She would be punished accordingly, but it had to be done. The masked woman thought about the words of the cornered Bougainvillea. Honestly, they worked on her. They still stung her heart.
“Aconite, why are you so popular…?” She blurted out the question as she took a small sip of her drink. She was sloppily dressed, sitting in a chair with her belly wrapped in her nightgown, which lacked any hint of sex appeal. “Hmm?”
There was a knock on the door. At the faint sound of the knock, the masked woman’s voice rose.
“Who is it? It’s open!”
“It’s me. Sorry it’s so late.”
It was a man’s voice. A man she knew. The masked woman grabbed the doorknob with a swiftness she had shown only a few times on the battlefield.