Persephone carefully reflected on everything that had happened since arriving in Flinge.
On her very first day here, she got separated from everyone. She was blindfolded and
taken to the most infamous red-light district, to an underground arena, and eventually,
ended up before Morpheus.
What would her fate have been if she hadn't encountered Morpheus in the beginning?
The night she first planned to return to Centrolis, the boat exploded. The second time, if it
hadn't been for that little girl who brought her the rose, she couldn't even imagine what
she would be facing.
Could all of this really be explained away as mere coincidences?
Besides catching a whiff of medicinal scent, Persephone found nothing in Seamus' room.
Instead, the two bodyguards had been looking at her in puzzlement.
She got up and nonchalantly walked out, but not before giving the two a warning glance.
"Miss, you—"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What? Do I need to report to you about searching Seamus' belongings?"
The two immediately lowered their heads in silence.
"It's actually not important," Persephone casually said. "There's no need to tell him about
today's events."
"Understood!"
She glanced at them and composedly walked out. She then headed to the kitchen. Inside
one of the cabinets, she found some unprepared herbs. Catherine had purchased them
from the market. They were already ground, each portion wrapped in paper bags.
Persephone opened one of them, recognizing the familiar herbal scent, but something felt
off when she carefully sniffed it.
She pinched a bit between her fingers to crush in her palm, quickly realizing that the
proportions were wrong!
Her heart lurched. She couldn't have made a mistake with the prescription she had given
to Catherine!
The proportions had been tampered with, and the person who had adjusted them was
quite knowledgeable in medicine. If she hadn't been exposed to these things since
childhood, she wouldn't have been able to detect it.
When the proportions were off, it would affect the effectiveness of the medicine. A slight
imbalance could turn the decoction from being hemostatic and anti-inflammatory to
something counterproductive...
At that moment, Catherine entered, carrying lots of groceries. Upon seeing Persephone in
the kitchen, she first froze, then an undecipherable glint flashed through her eyes.
She smiled and softly asked, "Miss, what are you doing here?"
Persephone paused, recalling the note in the rose.
[Beware of those around you.]
Could it be referring to Catherine?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"This medicine..."
Catherine noticed the ground bits in Persephone's hand.
"I-I just opened it to check," Persephone explained softly. "Shouldn't it be time to prepare
medicine for Seamus? He's been taking it for so many days and doesn't seem to be
getting better."
"Let me handle it." Catherine smiled. "You're not used to these kitchen chores."
Persephone looked at her warily. "How do you know I'm not capable?"
"They all call you 'Miss'." Catherine squinted. "Since you're a 'Miss', surely you don't do
the rough work!"
"I'm not a pampered woman." Persephone smiled. "I can handle these tasks."
Catherine grabbed Persephone's hand, startling her, and their eyes met suddenly.
Despite Catherine's age, she was strong. Time hadn't beaten her down. Instead, it seemed
to have made her more resilient.
Persephone's heart jolted, and she took two steps back involuntarily.