"Ah! Ah, I understand, Duke. Well, um, I don't know. I heard that some of the servants said that he had a tumor in his liver... and in addition, some others said that one of the family members was greedy and performed black magic spells on the Duke while he was sleeping."

She stopped and gathered her courage...

"But why you!? You need this information."

Sevatlana raised her eyebrow in surprise and satisfaction.

"Oh! My dear Romalin, these things are essential as a member of... a member of the... a member of the cabinet, of course, sort of. As you know, I wanted to participate in the upcoming elections to regain my position. Anyway, I don't want to sell my land and farms, um!" She puts her hand to her chin and thinks.

Romaline blinked in surprise, her mouth forming an O shape of astonishment and fascination.

"Ah, I understand. A wonderful ambition, Mrs. Sevatlana, but what does the deceased duke have to do with this..."

Sevatlana said in a melodious and spontaneous voice...

"Oh, Romalin, it's part of my secret recipe. Well, I have a promise between us: don't you dare tell anyone. Agreed? Or else..." She stopped, her expression turning cold, and stood up, causing Romalin to instinctively step back in fear, placing the tray in front of her as if to protect herself.

She turned towards the window and looked at the horizon, her red eyes narrowing with a sharp gleam.

"I will destroy you, is that clear!"

Romalin swallowed hard and answered haltingly.

"Wow, clear! And understandable!" Romalin nodded.

Then Sevatlana's spontaneous mood returned just as it had left, and she turned around and pointed

"Ahaaa hahaha! Of course I'm joking, and how else would I get rid of my obedient maid, for example, hahaha! Hmm, well, my dear Romalin, but I am serious about what I am telling you now."

Romaline trembled, and doubt was evident on her face, adding to her anxiety.