Chapitre 208: Guilt

Ava looked at Josef. The man was confident as he sat just a few chairs away from her. He was leaning against the luxurious chair, a lazy smile dangled on his lips. For a few seconds, she thought of the way Matthew smiled at her. Though Matthew had a tinge of gentleness while Josef's was filled with malice and… secrets.

She doesn't like it.

"No. A poison made by a witch killed the Prince," Ava looked at the current monarch. On the outside, the Monarch wasn't exactly the man that she had expected to rule this place.

King Arkadius de Titan was a very… large man that could barely move. At six feet and a weight of more than five normal people combined, the man looked exactly like a ball. A ball made of gold and velvet. Despite this, Ava didn't dare to underestimate the man. If anything, she couldn't stop herself, but felt wary.

"A poison?"

"By a witch? An otherworlder?" someone asked.

"How is that possible?"