"Akamir."
Nayomi's voice echoed from behind him.
"The food is poisoned."
Akamir didn't even flinch at her words.
He leaned back, casting a quick glance over the dishes lined in front of him.
All of them were beautifully presented, like made by the best chef out there.
Yet...
'So this is why he called me,' he thought. 'To give me an end—'
"Aldric's food is also poisoned," Nayomi said, taking him by surprise. "So is Darvin's food."
Akamir rubbed his eyebrow with his thumb as he looked at Prince Lucien.
The boy wasn't even trying to hide the grin on his face.
'Oh, you stupid child,'
Akamir thought as he looked at him with nothing except pity.
'You really wanted to die so badly.'
Akamir could have just told everyone that the food was poisoned and the prince would be fucked.
Even though he didn't have any proof, his words would have definitely created a huge effect in his plans.
But…
