Chapitre 31: Planned

Mireille

That's indeed too good. If the wine were to go bad prior to the festival, it would cause a black spot on the Ferdinand name. And in this time, a merchant was ready to trade such amount of wine. It seems like everything was planned... I chuckle at my thoughts. As if anyone would plan that.

«"It's a relief"» I recollect Marie's words back at the restaurant. Wasn't she glad I didn't drink any wine? Why would she be? Unless... I jerk my head towards Lilith.

"When did the merchant fix a deal?" I inquire, hoping that I'm just throwing a wild guess.

"Uh... Three days ago I guess" she replies, obviously confused at my anxious state.

"Sht!" I growl as I dash towards the larder.

"Hey! No cursing!" I hear Lilith's voice in a distant.

I gulp my fear at the worst possible outcome. Marie said an 'All-Out attack'. I thought it limits to the Duke. But no, it is actually a more complicated process.