บท 37: Taste of Your Own Medicine

"My Queen!" Jonah squeaked in shock.

The mini cauldron placed on the stovetop behind the two people suddenly let out a soft pop. Green fumes started to rise and Sirona was the first to snap back to attention. She quickly grabbed the wooden spoon from Jonah's hands, stirring the contents inside the pot to stop it from bubbling over.

"Oh my," Sirona laughed cheerfully, a contrast to Jonah's shamed surprise. "It seems like we have been found out, Sir Jonah."

She casually leaned over, grabbing a handful of a green fern-like ingredient before dropping it into the mixture. That caused the fumes to immediately stop rising.

"Your Highness," Jonah started, "we can't possibly―"