'Blurry Face'

"So… you're saying that whoever the traitor is… is deliberately targeting His Highness?"

Lucius's voice rang with disbelief, his sharp golden eyes widening as he turned to Heinz. His grip tightened slightly at his sides, tension rolling off him like a drawn bowstring.

Heinz remained impassive, his expression unreadable, as steady as ever. The contrast between them was striking—where Lucius bristled with alarm, Heinz was a fortress of calm.

Since Florian was feeling significantly better—save for the lingering ache in his limbs—Heinz had given him a firm order to get up. There was no time to waste. They were going to confront the servant who had laced his drink with an aphrodisiac.

"Yes," Heinz confirmed, his voice as smooth as a blade slipping into its sheath. "That is why I wanted to speak with Florian alone first. To make sense of why."

It was an obvious lie.

Well… only Florian knew it was an obvious lie.