Lord of Caldera

Chapter 88

"No, just something I picked up. It's a popular trick for playing dead," Max explained, reaching for a set of cosmetic powders. He applied a few finishing touches to Sylas's face, bringing just enough color back to look natural under banquet lighting. A simple wipe of a cloth would return Sylas's complexion to its ghostly pallor.

"Is everything I requested ready?" Sylas asked.

"Yes, though it wasn't easy sneaking it in," Max replied, gesturing to Toby, who walked over with a large bucket sloshing with a dark liquid—fresh cow's blood.

Sylas scowled at the smell. "The stench is unavoidable."

"It's as fresh as it gets," Max assured him.

Sylas sighed, mentally preparing himself. Then, taking a bowl, he started drinking from the bucket. One bowl, then another, and another. Each sip deepened his grimace, as the metallic taste made him want to spit it out immediately.

"Ugh, as bad as I expected."

"Surely that's enough?" Toby asked, looking concerned.

"Not yet. The more I drink, the stronger the effect will be later," Sylas replied, steeling himself as he drank half the bucket before finally stopping.

"Aah! Now I'm ready," Sylas said, wiping his mouth.

"Lord, the smell of blood is overwhelming," Max commented.

"I was planning to rinse my mouth anyway," Sylas replied. Though he knew a faint scent might linger, he trusted it wouldn't be enough to raise suspicion. Just as they finished, a maid knocked on the door.

"Master Sylas, the banquet preparations are complete."

"Understood, I'll be right there," he responded, pressing his stomach. He felt a bit queasy from the blood he'd consumed but could tolerate it for a while longer.

The banquet was lively yet informal, meant to celebrate victory and cast away sorrow. Formalities were kept to a minimum as guests filled the hall.

"We have triumphed! We have driven out the demon and fulfilled our duty! Knights, rejoice and enjoy this feast; this is our victory banquet!" the count declared briefly, prompting cheers from the knights. While losses had been incurred, their successful response to such an unprecedented disaster called for celebration. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

As the knights reveled, the count turned to his two sons. "Are you both well-rested?"

"Yes, we've recovered," Sylas replied.

"Good to hear. I wanted to sing your praises further, but—"

Just then, Sylas's expression twisted in pain, and he fell to his knees, coughing violently before vomiting onto the floor.

"Uurgh!"

"What's happening?"

"Sylas!"

"Lord!"

Blood poured from Sylas's mouth, sending the hall into a frenzy. Just as the count rushed toward him, Max and Toby intervened, blocking the view with Toby's large frame while Max leaned in, pretending to wipe Sylas's face.

The count, frantic, pushed closer, demanding, "Move! Let me see Sylas!"

"Please, Your Grace! The young lord...!" Max replied, feigning panic as he discreetly wiped off the makeup, revealing Sylas's pallid complexion. Sylas, spitting blood and breathing raggedly, looked up at his father.

"Father...!"

"Sylas!" The count, distressed, took Sylas's hand. Seeing his father's worry, Sylas quickly signaled to Toby.

'Press my stomach—hard!'

'Yes, my lord!'

Toby applied pressure to Sylas's lower abdomen, forcing the contents up. Sylas's stomach twisted, and he retched another stream of blood.

"Gaaah!"

"What...?"

The sight of more blood shocked everyone. It looked like he had consumed a lethal poison. As the count, horrified, clutched his son's hand, Max inspected a wine glass lying nearby. Holding it up, he sniffed the rim, then gasped.

"Lord Ulrich! What's the meaning of this!?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Ulrich shot back, startled.

"Then why does this glass smell of the Black Moon's 'Invisible Elixir'?!" Max accused, his voice shaking as Ulrich's face went pale. How could Max have identified an odorless, tasteless poison?

Watching Ulrich's stunned reaction, Max thought to himself with satisfaction, 'In reality, there's no smell—but hey, when you're an assassin, you just know these things.'