Conan asked Aries before she set off in Maganti. His words were, "I understand the crown prince should fall slowly, but can't you just poison the rest?"
Aries remembered the curiosity in his eyes while the side of her lips curled up into a smirk. Conan was the person who preferred ending or settling things in the most efficient and fastest way.
Her answer was, "I am poisoning them," and then chuckled when his brows creased, so she clarified. "I am a venomous wench, am I not?"
A poison that could blind. A drug that would make them lose their minds, a foul heathen that would corrupt them with her beauty... and then castrate them.
After everything she had done to reach this far, Aries was now ready to strum their heartstrings. To strip them all bare just the same wicked way they ripped her clothes and defiled her innocence.
Just the same way. No more, no less.
