Cotlin was left amazed when Eve left the tea room. It was only a month ago that he was afraid he had to tutor a timid girl and wait helplessly as she would miserably fail. But the woman who left this room was ready to kill others for her husband.
"Ha! Hahahahaha!" he laughed like he had lost his mind. The staff who came to clear the table stopped and restarted looking at him and laughing. But then his eyes went cold. It was not only the church but that old man, Eve needed to be wary of.
He was the one who had spit poison for his grandson. Cotlin stood up. If Eve was going to start the war, he was not going to sit and rest.
He drank the last sip of his tea and left the room. But as he walked, he felt a strange dizziness and lightheadedness. He held the door tightly and his head snapped back to the tea he had just drank.
He was a fool! He let his guard down because he was sitting with Eve. and his whole attention was on Damien.