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Edwin scurried over and sat on the bed, clutching my hand and crying about how cold it was.
Baffled, I asked him, "What exactly have you been feeding me, Eddy?"
"Good stuff."
"... Right. Thanks to you, even poison doesn't work, but take it easy. Today's cake was too bitter."
"The cake? Was it bitter, Raviel?"
"Yeah. I couldn't eat more than a bite."
"... But I told them not to put anything in the desserts, and it was bitter, huh?"
Edwin murmured that it was where he should begin, his eyes completely out of his mind, but given the gravity of the situation, I didn't stop him this time.
"I'll track down whoever did this, no matter what, and deliver them to you, drenched in Jeriol's poison. Just trust me, Raviel."
"Try to bring them alive, if possible. I want to ask why they did it."
"I'll try."
"Alright, then I should get going to the meeting."
Instead of Edwin, who was left stunned, Haven, in a stern voice, stopped me, "Absolutely not, Your Majesty."
