“The tea you brought is still warm. But it has cooled too much to pour on any part of you.”

“Duchess, please…”

“…I had no choice but to add poison.”

Camilla trembled as if she was struck by a chill.

I took a step closer to her.

“Don’t worry, nobody will know it was me. It’s a poison undetectable in the human world. Mina made it herself.”

“Duchess, don’t do this…!”

“Open her mouth.”

Camilla’s face contorted in terror.

“Let go… let go of me!”

She struggled in vain against the maids holding her.

“Duchess, please don’t do this! I was wrong! I will bow down before you, apologize to that creature…”

Camilla paused, glaring hatefully at Mina.

“…even apologize, if you say so. Please, just spare me, Duchess… ugh!”

But as a human, Camilla couldn’t withstand the strength of the half-blood maids.

Forced to open her mouth by the maids, she rolled her eyes in terror.

“I have no intention of making Mina accept your pathetic apology. I won’t give you the dignity of apologizing gracefully.”

“Ugh…”

“What I want is for you to feel exactly what Mina felt.”
With those words, I immediately poured the tea into Camilla’s mouth.

“No, stop… Cough…!”

Camilla struggled, her jaw forcibly held by the maids.

I poured every last drop of tea into her mouth.

As soon as I set down the empty teapot, Camilla, now unrestrained, began rolling on the floor like a madwoman.

“Screaming”

“Ugh… Ugh!”

Camilla repeatedly shoved her fingers down her throat, apparently trying to vomit the tea.

But failing to do so, she continued to scream and tear at her hair in distress.

“No… I don’t want this, I don’t want to die! Aaaah!”

Terrified, Camilla rolled around on the floor, and her once brilliant golden dress became as wretched as her current state.

Eventually, her gaze, filled with fear and madness, fell on Mina.

Their eyes met, and Camilla, dragging her dress, crawled to Mina’s feet.

“Please… save me!”

Lying on the floor, Camilla desperately clutched Mina’s hem and gasped for air.

“There’s… there’s an antidote, right?”

“…”

“I was wrong! I’m sincere, okay? So please, save me…”

Camilla pleaded like a lunatic.

Mina, startled by her behavior, struggled to pull her hem from Camilla’s grasp.

“Let… let go of this…”

“I was wrong! I’m sincere!”

Camilla continuously begged Mina.

But when she didn’t get the response she wanted, her eyes flashed with rage.

“I said I was wrong! How much more do I have to beg for such a trivial matter?!”

Camilla yelled, seemingly enraged.

Then, realizing her mistake, her face turned ashen as she lowered her head.

“No… this isn’t right! I really was wrong! So please…”

Camilla, halting her speech, bowed her head at Mina’s feet.

Then she began to weep loudly like a child.

“Please save me… I was really wrong. I’m so sorry… please save me, okay…?”

As Camilla’s pleas grew more desperate, her face became a total mess.

Her once radiant black hair was now completely disheveled, and black tears streamed down her face.

It was a pathetic sight.

Eventually, Camilla, bowing her forehead, began to sob and apologize almost hysterically.

“I was wrong. It was all my fault! So please… I really don’t want to die…!”

Mina, looking somewhat softened, looked at me, and I nodded at her.

“Okay. I’ll accept your apology.”

Mina’s eyes were still cold as she spoke.

But Camilla, seeing a glimmer of hope, sparkled in her eyes.

“Really? So you’ll give me the antidote now, right?”

Mina lowered her eyes and shook her head.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Why… why not?”

“I’m truly sorry, but I don’t have an antidote.”

“What do you mean you don’t have an antidote? That’s not true, right?”

Camilla desperately repeated her question, clinging to the last hope.

But all she got in return was silence.

Camilla’s face, stained with black tears, trembled in disbelief.

“No, that can’t be… right?”