March 30, 1096
Ghost walked through the crowd, secretly holding a low-grade poison in his hand; the poison would not cause death but induce headaches, stomach pains, puke, and diarrhea. It was even scentless, tasteless, and colorless.
Before Ghost joined the crowd, he stopped at the dark traders. He purchased the poison from them.
The one thing Ghost enjoyed about dark traders was that they never ask questions. And they always turn a blind eye to everything a person does.
They are more tight-lipped than hidden assassins, unwilling to spill anything they had seen or heard. That is why dark traders continue to dominate the world secretly. Even the royals are reluctant to get rid of them.
As Ghost passed through food stands, he secretly started dropping tiny drops of poison in the food, contaminating it.
Then, he moved towards the drinks, desserts, and snacks, letting tiny drops hit them.
Nobody suspected a thing as they continued laughing, playing, and talking. As he continued through, he reached the buildings where nobles and royals resided or ate at if they did not want food and drinks from the stands outside.
He moved towards the back, stopping by the door that only employees entered and exited from. He pulled out a pin, using it to lockpick the door. Once he heard the click sound, he slightly opened the door, peeking in.
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Ghost saw the workers passing through and cooks making the food. He closed the door, moving to the side of where the door swung out as he decided to wait. He needed a cook’s outfit before stepping inside.
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Furthermore, he walked through the door, pushing the rock away as it closed behind him. No one paid him any mind, focusing on their task. The more effectively they worked, the less the nobles and royals would complain.
Walking over to the veggies, Ghost picked up the knife, cutting them. Each slice was true and accurate as he flew through them. Once he finished, he moved the veggies to the boiling pot, pouring them inside with a drop of poison.
He moved on to the other dishes, doing the same thing before slowly slipping towards the door as he got through each plate the cooks made. When he reached the door with barely any eyes on him, Ghost slipped out, letting the door close behind him.
Ghost walked towards the semi-naked cook, taking off the person’s outfit and putting it back on them. He moved the cook against the wall by the side of the bin, making it look like he had fallen asleep. It is not like the cook would remember Ghost knocking them out; they will wake up slightly confused but shrug it off.
Back in his outfit, Ghost walked out into the streets again before hitting the next building. He repeatedly did the same task—knocking out unsuspecting cooks, infiltrating the kitchen, and dropping poison into the dishes before leaving.
After he finished going through every place, Ghost noticed Prince Cyn at one of the restaurants, sitting out on the balcony as he watched the event below. Ghost ensured that nothing went into Prince Cyn’s plate; he knew Prince Cyn could fake a sickness well.
He went back to Prince Cyn, joining him on the balcony. Prince Cyn swirled his glass of wine before sliding it over to the slave playing guard across from him. “Drink up, my lovely omega. I promise it will be an exciting show.”
The slave looked at the wine glass before glaring at Prince Cyn, “I will not drink anything from you.”
Prince Cyn laughed, bringing the glass towards his lips as he took a sip while keeping eye contact with the slave. The omega glanced away, ignoring Prince Cyn as he looked out at the people; he seemed to be searching for someone with how his eyes and head moved around the crowd.
Ghost wondered if Prince Cyn honestly wanted to take this slave as his omega or if he was only playing around to fuck with his family. But then again, Prince Cyn allows the omega to do things that he would have instantly killed someone over.
Shrugging, Prince Cyn finally acknowledged Ghost, “Did you finish everything?”
“I did,” Ghost reported, “no one suspected anything, and I even made sure to include the royals and nobles.”
Prince Cyn hummed, “Good. I would allow you to return to your alpha, but I want you to stay and enjoy the show with us.”
Ghost’s heart almost missed a beat at those words. He and Nabu already expected that Prince Cyn guessed the truth. But, to hear it confirmed was another matter. His heart could not find any rest. But, Ghost kept a clear conscience on the surface, “As you wish.”
He moved closer to the shadow, looking over at the people who continued to eat, drink, play, and laugh without a care in the world.
Sometimes, Ghost wished for the same. He would love to be in the open with Kiyt and Nabu, taking them out to things like this and enjoying their time together like a family. There would be no scheming, lies, or even masks—just a simple truth.
Thinking about these things had Ghost wishing to return home already. He misses Kiyt too much, and he wonders how happy his son will be when Nabu returns with him and does not leave ever again. Kiyt will have both his parents with him, even though it comes with a heavy price.
And Ghost could only hope that the price doesn’t cost his son losing everything or even him (Ghost) losing everything. He could only tightly hold onto what he had for now.
As time went on and the sun began to set, showing a beautiful purple-pinkish sky, emphasizing the comfortable weather, people below could not feel the breathtaking scenery.
It all started with one woman bending over, holding her stomach with a pained expression before releasing her previously eaten food on the concrete ground. As the people saw this, the ones near her started to move away in disgust. A tired, overworked, and already pissed off guard came through, getting ready to yell at the woman for not throwing up in the restroom when others started hitting the ground.
Some complained about heavy pain in their stomach and head, while others started puking on the ground and themselves. A few were even holding onto the back of their pants and dresses. They were trying to cover up the mess inside.
Royals and nobles were coming onto the streets, holding onto their stomachs and behinds with pained and furious faces as they tried marching over to the guards.
Ghost could hear their loud complaints of wanting to speak with King Galot. He turned over to Prince Cyn, whose face lit up like a child during winter. Ghost could see the apparent glee in Prince Cyn’s eyes as he started laughing.
“This is more beautiful than a sunset,” Prince Cyn commented, sipping the wine he tried giving the omega before.
Ghost could only look at the chaos below him, not seeing what Prince Cyn could. But then again, even though Ghost is the inducer, Prince Cyn is the true mastermind who feeds on the chaos.
What a disgusting mess… but i guess the plan worked well then~
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️