"Master, do you think there's something wrong with these fruits and snacks~" Gretta watched her, concerned, as she had yet to take a bite.
"Yes." Isabella nodded.
However.
As soon as she spoke, she suddenly tasted the fresh orange-yellow mango juice in front of her. It was somewhat sour, also somewhat bitter.
And there was a faint, hard-to-detect smell...
Meanwhile.
Isabella's mind was already rapidly processing another world-renowned technique, "Poison Mastery," learned from the Underworld Mansion, carefully capturing that faint smell in the mango juice, trying to determine its true nature...
...
Gretta understood what she was doing.
And didn't interrupt.
Until.
Her clear, cold eyes emitted a dazzling light like dewdrops rolling on a lotus leaf. Only then did Gretta dare to speak playfully, "Master, what is the medicine?"
"Sleeping pills." Isabella was very certain.
