In order to take revenge, I pretended to be a sick man taking three breaths and sneaked into the palace.
Everyone laughed that I wouldn't survive the winter, but they didn't know that I raised my hand to poison, and while talking, laughing and coughing up blood, my enemy died silently.
I chose the most neglected proton as my sword and personally supported him on the throne.
On our wedding night, he was affectionate, but I smiled and poured the most lingering poison in the world into our cups of wine.
"Your Majesty, do you know... My gentleness is the sharpest blade?"
