Drinks Take Effect

>>Ariston

As I moved my finger away, the eyes of the onlookers wired.

I pointed, with purpose, at the waiter.

The very demon who had slid the drink toward me.

The room exhaled, shocked.

"That's your culprit," I said, my voice sharp, ringing like a blade unsheathed. "He's the one who brought the drink. He's the one who's been drugging your customers, Prince Drakkar."

The waiter froze. His crimson eyes darted left and right—calculating.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

Then Drakkar's smirk vanished.

And the entire tavern erupted into chaos. Drakkar didn't waste a second.

He turned sharply to the staff, his voice hard and commanding. "Seize him."

The moment the words left his mouth, the waiter bolted.