Armin's eyes were shining brightly while holding the gram.
That look in his eyes was now hard to find in this drunkard.
'The greatest sword master in the empire has been ruined like this.'
I couldn't believe it.
For five years I have been making this sword in memory of Armin Wilhelm.
I believe you are the one who will kill Walter.
I believe you will avenge me.
How vain was that belief?
I let out a ragged breath and glared at Armin.
Should I really stab you?
Should I kill you here and go live somewhere far away on the border, let alone the Marquis of Rochen?
'Forget all about revenge.'
I bit my lip as I thought about myself like that.
Strength entered the hand holding the sword.
I felt the sword writhing in my fingertips that had turned pure white.
Gram.
My sword crying under the moonlight.
At that moment.
Something cold touched my cheek.
It was Armin Wilhelm's hand.
He wiped the tears from my cheeks and let out a hollow laugh.
"I guess you can't do it. Oh my goodness. My weak-hearted wife."
I glared at him at his mockery.
You son of a bitch.
It was at a point where I was about to spit on him.
He made a "sniff" sound and took the gram away from me.
How fast the movements were.
Even when facing an opponent holding a sword, his skill in moving from the blade to the handle in an instant using a sword technique was extraordinary.
If this was a sparring match, I would have been hit in the wrist, and if this was a real duel, my neck would have been cut off and I would be lying on the floor.
'With this kind of skill...'
It was when he just snatched the gram away from me.
Outside the door, a maid made a noise, coughing.
"...?"
Did you hear the sound outside the door?
I didn't feel it at all.
I've heard that inspectors who use auras have much more developed senses than ordinary people, and it seems to be true.
He put the gram back on the fireplace and smiled at me as he answered.
Soon the maid came into the room.
"Come in."
The maid held a tray containing wine and a light snack...
"Ah. This is the wine I've been waiting for."
Amin smiled brightly and pointed to the wine.
But my face never brightened.
That would be so...
That one.
It's a poisoned cup.
***
Now I can see the future.
Well, even so, I don't know what the future holds for this body after the death of Diana Isla.
But we know for sure what's going to happen to Diana Isla for at least a year and a half.
What was the most horrible thing that happened in this wilderness?
That was that wine.
Someone poisoned the wine that Armin Wilhelm drank.
Because of that, Armin Wilhelm collapsed and vomited blood on his first night with Diana, and the castle was turned upside down.
Fortunately, Armin, who had developed a tolerance to the poison since childhood, did not die.
But everyone began to doubt Diana after that day.
Of course, the investigation revealed that it was not Diana who poisoned Armin Wilhelm's glass.
It couldn't have been Diana in the first place.
Diana had not brought even a single servant or maid with her to this distant land, and she had no idea how to obtain poison here.
The culprit who attempted to poison Armin Wilhelm was a maid who had recently entered Wilhelm's castle...
Everything about that maid, who even had her identity verified, was fake.
Name, hometown, origin.
The maid was actually bribed by Walter.
Walter attempted to poison Armin while the wedding was in full swing.
'Maybe that's what they were aiming for in the first place when they pushed for the marriage.'
Or maybe there was another ulterior motive.
Whatever it was, after that incident, Diana's position in the castle went from bad to worse.
Because she had been openly acting as Walter's lover in high society, her position at Wilhelm Castle, which had just fought a war with Walter, could not have been good.
But being a woman who simply transitioned from being a younger sibling to an older sibling and being.
a woman suspected of trying to poison the lord were two entirely different things.
To me now too.
"Well then, shall we have a toast, ma'am?"
Amin picked up the wine on the tray as if he had been waiting for this moment.
My head started to spin.
I quickly searched through Diana Isla's memories...
Where exactly was the poisoned area?
'Diana Isla also drank wine that day.'
But Diana Isla was more suspicious because she was unfazed.
Then the wine bottle cannot be contaminated.
That glass is the one that was poisoned.
I looked at the cup that the Lord had given me.
The glasses used in honeymoon suites in the north are usually separated into those for men and women.
The man's has an eagle drawn on it, and the woman's has a large tree drawn on it.
It is influenced by Northern mythology.
Knowing that the maid must have poisoned that glass on purpose.
I watched Armin Wilhelm pour wine into two glasses.
As expected, Armin handed me a glass with a tree drawn on it.
"Why? Aren't you in the mood to celebrate?"
Armin asked with a crooked smile.
"Because you lost the bet?"
Amin shrugged and said.
"Don't worry too much, ma'am. There will always be another chance to kill me."
That opportunity seems to have come now.
I hesitated and then picked up my glass.
And when Armin clinked his glass against mine, I deliberately dropped it and made it fall.
Armin's face crumpled as he brought his lips to the glass.
He put down his glass and looked at it scattered on the floor.
I said to Armin, who was about to pick up my glass.
"The glass is dirty."
I said, pointing to Amin's glass.
"I'll drink from that glass."
"Then me?"
Amin asked with a languid face, hiding his glass behind his back.
What the heck? Are you nitpicking over what's yours and what's mine?
Right now I'm saving your life.
Well, I guess he didn't die this time either since he was resistant to the poison.
I glared at him and pointed to the bottle of wine.
"You drink that. You did it just now."
While drinking rum without any thought.
If someone saw him, they would have thought he was one of the old men who worked at our blacksmith shop, let alone a nobleman.
n"Madam, the lord is a nobleman."
He spoke in an unlucky voice and picked up his glass.
What.
He smiled and placed a bottle of wine in front of me.
You put it in your mouth and drink it.
That's what it meant.
"I can't let someone else take my cup. Even if it's my wife."
As he said this, he brought his glass to his lips.
No way, you crazy bastard.
What should I do?
Should I throw my body and hit that glass?
Will that work?
To the Sword Master?
As my thoughts reached that point, a strong feeling rose up the back of my head and made my hair stand on end.
Yes.
'Sword Master.'
Amin is a sword master and a member of the royal family.
So, from a young age, he did not hesitate to ingest small amounts of poison to build up his tolerance to it.
To prepare for all kinds of poisoning attempts.
Yes.
The premise is wrong.
Armin Wilhelm is a crazy man.
I looked up at the gram sitting on the fireplace.
He's so crazy that he sleeps with a broken sword by his bedside.
"...You know."
In those words. Armin's hand stopped.
The red liquid in the glass, which was about to flow between the lips... if it had been just a little late, calmed down.
Armin's languid golden eyes looked at me from the darkness.
His golden eyes sparkled nobly like a lonely moon floating on a black lake without a single star in the dark night sky...
"What?"
He didn't laugh.
Up until now, he'd laugh heartily at even the most insignificant things, but this time it was different.
So everything became clear.
A broken sword hanging in the bedroom.
[If it were me, I would have died.]
A face that remained unchanged even after Diana Isla's insults.
[I can't let someone else take my share of the cup.]
Even those hands that never want to let go of the poison.
"You know there's poison in that glass."
That human.
You're trying to die.
He must have been thoroughly educated about poisons in the imperial court, and even he must have used the aura to develop his five senses more advanced than those of ordinary people, so there is no way he would have consumed that poison without knowing about it.
If only I had noticed the poison as soon as the glass came out.
As soon as I finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled upward.
But his eyes still shone lonely.
A dry, dry smile.
This was the first time I had seen Armin Wilhelm's real face.
"I got caught."
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