472: Can’t You Tell…

After obtaining the powerful Divine Item, Drunken Dream's weaponization reached 31%, just enough to cross the threshold between the game and reality.

"Big bro, I was wrong, really!"

Max clung to Drunken Dream's leg, sobbing and begging for mercy.

Drunken Dream's face remained blank.

Suddenly, Max pointed at Eliza and their mother and screamed,

"It was Eliza! Kieran! And the others! They were the ones who swapped out your asthma meds with poison!"

"They're the reason you became a cripple! I just went with the flow! I can't be blamed for that!"

Orson arched an eyebrow.

Now this is entertainment.

Family infighting in aristocratic clans—always more dramatic than TV dramas.

"I know. I was blind, not stupid."

Drunken Dream's response shocked everyone—even Orson raised an eyebrow.

It was a subtle revelation that Yuri had always known.