Carseain swapped his fork with a spoon and was about to taste her soup when she held his hand stopped him.
"Carsina?"
The Marchioness glared at her as she was getting too chummy with him, thus she let go.
When Carseain resumed, he heard her whispering to him very softly.
" Don't. It's drugged."
Carseain's eyes lost colour.
'Huh? The silverware hasn't changed colour though... Wait, didn't she say 'drugged'?
Perhaps, it's those brainwashing drugs that were mentioned in that diary...
Then, it makes sense. Since it's not poisonous the silverware won't change colour and she doesn't have evidence that she could use....'
Carseain shrouded his anger and proceeded to drink the soup but in a barbaric manner. He simply grabbed her bowl and poured it into his mouth. Carsina came to a deadlock.
