Chapter 298: 063 – Feast
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Izlandi looked at the magic circles that were forming, she couldn't understand what the circles could do, she watched the lines run through the circle with complex symbols that were far too profound for her to begin understanding them.
After a full minute, she could feel that a portion of her mana had disappeared as the spell circle was completed.
Then the two circles started to shrink until they were no larger than the tip of a needle and settled down onto the two purple capsules.
Izlandi watched in wonder when she felt a strange sensation on her hand, when she looked at the centre of her palm she saw a circle appear for just a second before it faded away.
But oddly she knew that if she channelled a bit of mana onto that spot the circle would reappear, she immediately followed that feeling and the circle reappeared.
Izlandi's eyes darted to the two capsules as she felt a connection with them.
"Are you finally going to tell me what you concocted?" she asked in a snarky tone.
"Poison," Lirian answered, "Drop one of these into a barrel of ale, and give it to a group of a hundred novices and I guaranty that no one will live for more than two hours," Lirian said with a smug smile.
Izlandi's eyes widened, bringing her to full alertness as she eyed the pills sceptically, she checked all the ingredients Lirian had asked for and done a detailed search into most of their properties, not one of them had a toxic nature in the slightest.
"You don't believe me huh?" Lirian question with a weak smile, he was completely drained from the process of concocting the poison.
"That's fine I made two you can use the first one as a tester on some random individual or individuals, as for the second one," Lirian said with a sly smile, "I'm sure that you have your own uses for it," Lirian said meaningfully.
"Is this it?" Izlandi questioned, "Is this your solution to my problems, you want me to poison everyone, even if I could, it wouldn't take long for someone to point the blame in my direction," she said heatedly, it seemed this entire thing was a waste of time.
Lirian chuckled slyly and pointed to her hand, "You'll find that this circle is very special," Lirian said, "All that you need to do is drop the capsule into a barrel of a bottle of wine, and activate the circle, it will attach itself to the container so that it can't slip out, then you can do the second activation at any point in time, which will release the poison,"
"With that even if someone becomes suspicious of you they will have no way of proving it, but more than that, you could also pin the blame on someone else," Lirian explained.
Izlandi's eyes sparkled as she learned about the effects of the magic circles, "How potent is the poison?" she asked while looking at the capsules.
"If diluted it can kill any novice, even an adept will suffer from it, however if you give an adept a full dose there is 50% that they will die," Lirian said.
"If you want it anymore potent than that, we'll need a room that is perfectly airtight, a cultivation chamber would be ideal," Lirian added in, feeling anticipation for the day she requests a more potent batch of the poison.
Izlandi remembered what Lirian had told her about oxygen ruining the potency of the product, as she hurriedly picked up the capsules.
As she stared at it in her hand, she felt a twinge of complex emotions come over her, she felt like she finally understood what Lirian meant by the price for her freedom, wasn't something tangible or anything that she could give personally offer him.
"If I go down this road, does it mean that I…" she paused as her hand lightly shook, ", that I'll have to.. to…" however before she could finish speaking Lirian interrupted her.
"Why don't you just use what I gave you first, if you decide that you don't want to continue any further the choice is yours," Lirian said in a soothing tone.
"Now, you should probably return," Lirian quickly added, "You haven't been home in two days, and one of your servants came to inform you that your uncle is throwing you a small celebration feast for your recent achievement,"
"Two days?" Izlandi cried out in surprise her small mouth opened wide for just a second before she realised what she was doing.
"Yes," Lirian answered with a shrug of his shoulders, "You've been asleep since just six hours in, at one point I thought you were going to die, or suffer brain damage from insufficient oxygen reaching your brain," Lirian quipped with a small chuckle.
Izlandi didn't know if Lirian was being serious or not about the part where she almost died, but it did explain her blazing headache that she received when she woke up.
'How could I have slept for two days?' she wondered as she rushed out.
"One more thing," she heard Lirian call out behind her, "Once the poison is released, it will lose all effect within two hours,"
As she got to her carriage she noticed that the sun was already going down, and with a few questions to her servants, she found out that 2 days had truly passed while she was unconscious.
When she returned to the keep, several of her maids came to her filled with worry, she wasn't one to stay out for a single day let alone two, so they were all worried for her safety.
Once they all confirmed that she was perfectly fine they started to prepare her outfit, for the feast that was going to happen.
She was going in a completely black dress that was extremely elegant, but that covered most of her body and revealed very little of her body shape, she liked the more revealing dresses, but when surrounded by the members of her family it always made her feel uncomfortable when they openly ogled her body.
Finally her maids brought her a pair silky white gloves, "Would everyone excuse me for a moment," she said politely chasing the maids out of her room.
She stood transfixed before the mirror on her dresser where she could see the top half of her body, and proceeded to open a draw, inside were the two capsules Lirian had given to her.
She picked one capsule and looked at it intently, 'This will be a good chance to test the poison,' she thought while taking a deep breath.
She could see the capsule rattling in her shaking hand, 'But this could kill people,' she thought with guilt, 'The people attending the feast are all important members of the family,' she thought with a slight degree of anxiety.
'But if I don't do this, then I'll simply be sold off by father,' she thought with fear in her eyes.
Izlandi found herself grippling with her thoughts for a long time, in the end she took one of the capsules and slipped it into her glove, 'I'll just see how things go,' she thought with uncertainty, as her mind was a mess.
After that she made her way to the dinning hall, the door were wide open and all the chandeliers were lit up with luminous stones that brightened up the entire room.
There was an open area in the centre of the room where everyone would dance, and to one side several bards were playing soft music.
There were several long tables that stretched across the room filled with food and drinks for everyone to enjoy, all the guests had arrived and were walking around making small conversation when they took notice of Izlandi.
The guests all quieted down and made room for her to walk to the main table, after all the feast was all about her.
Izlandi walked with a fixed expression on her face, not letting anyone see through her emotions, she could feel the heated gazes of the men on her, as well as the looks of envy that came from the women, but she didn't let any of that bother her as she quickly approached the main table.
She glanced into the corner of the room where there was a man sitting with his eyes closed, at a glance he didn't look very old, but he was actually the oldest man in the room, being well over a thousand years old.
He was her grandfather as well the previous head of the family before he passed the title on to her father, but everyone simply called him ancestor.
Izlandi gave a respectful bow to her grandfather, after a few seconds she raised her head without getting any reply from her grandfather, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, the only ones that her grandfather ever spoke to was her father and uncle, other than that he only spoke to important guests.
Izlandi looked at the head seat with a trace of anger flashing through her eyes, when she saw that it was empty, that was where her father was supposed to be, but it seemed that he chose to ignore her achievement, as if it wasn't bad enough that he was selling her to appease House Kant, but now he didn't even show up for her celebration.
While maintaining a calm outward expression, she rubbed the capsule that was hidden in her glove.
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Izlandi looked at the magic circles that were forming, she couldn't understand what the circles could do, she watched the lines run through the circle with complex symbols that were far too profound for her to begin understanding them.
After a full minute, she could feel that a portion of her mana had disappeared as the spell circle was completed.
Then the two circles started to shrink until they were no larger than the tip of a needle and settled down onto the two purple capsules.
Izlandi watched in wonder when she felt a strange sensation on her hand, when she looked at the centre of her palm she saw a circle appear for just a second before it faded away.
But oddly she knew that if she channelled a bit of mana onto that spot the circle would reappear, she immediately followed that feeling and the circle reappeared.
Izlandi's eyes darted to the two capsules as she felt a connection with them.
"Are you finally going to tell me what you concocted?" she asked in a snarky tone.
"Poison," Lirian answered, "Drop one of these into a barrel of ale, and give it to a group of a hundred novices and I guaranty that no one will live for more than two hours," Lirian said with a smug smile.
Izlandi's eyes widened, bringing her to full alertness as she eyed the pills sceptically, she checked all the ingredients Lirian had asked for and done a detailed search into most of their properties, not one of them had a toxic nature in the slightest.
"You don't believe me huh?" Lirian question with a weak smile, he was completely drained from the process of concocting the poison.
"That's fine I made two you can use the first one as a tester on some random individual or individuals, as for the second one," Lirian said with a sly smile, "I'm sure that you have your own uses for it," Lirian said meaningfully.
"Is this it?" Izlandi questioned, "Is this your solution to my problems, you want me to poison everyone, even if I could, it wouldn't take long for someone to point the blame in my direction," she said heatedly, it seemed this entire thing was a waste of time.
Lirian chuckled slyly and pointed to her hand, "You'll find that this circle is very special," Lirian said, "All that you need to do is drop the capsule into a barrel of a bottle of wine, and activate the circle, it will attach itself to the container so that it can't slip out, then you can do the second activation at any point in time, which will release the poison,"
"With that even if someone becomes suspicious of you they will have no way of proving it, but more than that, you could also pin the blame on someone else," Lirian explained.
Izlandi's eyes sparkled as she learned about the effects of the magic circles, "How potent is the poison?" she asked while looking at the capsules.
"If diluted it can kill any novice, even an adept will suffer from it, however if you give an adept a full dose there is 50% that they will die," Lirian said.
"If you want it anymore potent than that, we'll need a room that is perfectly airtight, a cultivation chamber would be ideal," Lirian added in, feeling anticipation for the day she requests a more potent batch of the poison.
Izlandi remembered what Lirian had told her about oxygen ruining the potency of the product, as she hurriedly picked up the capsules.
As she stared at it in her hand, she felt a twinge of complex emotions come over her, she felt like she finally understood what Lirian meant by the price for her freedom, wasn't something tangible or anything that she could give personally offer him.
"If I go down this road, does it mean that I…" she paused as her hand lightly shook, ", that I'll have to.. to…" however before she could finish speaking Lirian interrupted her.
"Why don't you just use what I gave you first, if you decide that you don't want to continue any further the choice is yours," Lirian said in a soothing tone.
"Now, you should probably return," Lirian quickly added, "You haven't been home in two days, and one of your servants came to inform you that your uncle is throwing you a small celebration feast for your recent achievement,"
"Two days?" Izlandi cried out in surprise her small mouth opened wide for just a second before she realised what she was doing.
"Yes," Lirian answered with a shrug of his shoulders, "You've been asleep since just six hours in, at one point I thought you were going to die, or suffer brain damage from insufficient oxygen reaching your brain," Lirian quipped with a small chuckle.
Izlandi didn't know if Lirian was being serious or not about the part where she almost died, but it did explain her blazing headache that she received when she woke up.
'How could I have slept for two days?' she wondered as she rushed out.
"One more thing," she heard Lirian call out behind her, "Once the poison is released, it will lose all effect within two hours,"
As she got to her carriage she noticed that the sun was already going down, and with a few questions to her servants, she found out that 2 days had truly passed while she was unconscious.
When she returned to the keep, several of her maids came to her filled with worry, she wasn't one to stay out for a single day let alone two, so they were all worried for her safety.
Once they all confirmed that she was perfectly fine they started to prepare her outfit, for the feast that was going to happen.
She was going in a completely black dress that was extremely elegant, but that covered most of her body and revealed very little of her body shape, she liked the more revealing dresses, but when surrounded by the members of her family it always made her feel uncomfortable when they openly ogled her body.
Finally her maids brought her a pair silky white gloves, "Would everyone excuse me for a moment," she said politely chasing the maids out of her room.
She stood transfixed before the mirror on her dresser where she could see the top half of her body, and proceeded to open a draw, inside were the two capsules Lirian had given to her.
She picked one capsule and looked at it intently, 'This will be a good chance to test the poison,' she thought while taking a deep breath.
She could see the capsule rattling in her shaking hand, 'But this could kill people,' she thought with guilt, 'The people attending the feast are all important members of the family,' she thought with a slight degree of anxiety.
'But if I don't do this, then I'll simply be sold off by father,' she thought with fear in her eyes.
Izlandi found herself grippling with her thoughts for a long time, in the end she took one of the capsules and slipped it into her glove, 'I'll just see how things go,' she thought with uncertainty, as her mind was a mess.
After that she made her way to the dinning hall, the door were wide open and all the chandeliers were lit up with luminous stones that brightened up the entire room.
There was an open area in the centre of the room where everyone would dance, and to one side several bards were playing soft music.
There were several long tables that stretched across the room filled with food and drinks for everyone to enjoy, all the guests had arrived and were walking around making small conversation when they took notice of Izlandi.
The guests all quieted down and made room for her to walk to the main table, after all the feast was all about her.
Izlandi walked with a fixed expression on her face, not letting anyone see through her emotions, she could feel the heated gazes of the men on her, as well as the looks of envy that came from the women, but she didn't let any of that bother her as she quickly approached the main table.
She glanced into the corner of the room where there was a man sitting with his eyes closed, at a glance he didn't look very old, but he was actually the oldest man in the room, being well over a thousand years old.
He was her grandfather as well the previous head of the family before he passed the title on to her father, but everyone simply called him ancestor.
Izlandi gave a respectful bow to her grandfather, after a few seconds she raised her head without getting any reply from her grandfather, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, the only ones that her grandfather ever spoke to was her father and uncle, other than that he only spoke to important guests.
Izlandi looked at the head seat with a trace of anger flashing through her eyes, when she saw that it was empty, that was where her father was supposed to be, but it seemed that he chose to ignore her achievement, as if it wasn't bad enough that he was selling her to appease House Kant, but now he didn't even show up for her celebration.
While maintaining a calm outward expression, she rubbed the capsule that was hidden in her glove.
Izlandi looked at the magic circles that were forming, she couldn't understand what the circles could do, she watched the lines run through the circle with complex symbols that were far too profound for her to begin understanding them.After a full minute, she could feel that a portion of her mana had disappeared as the spell circle was completed.Then the two circles started to shrink until they were no larger than the tip of a needle and settled down onto the two purple capsules.Izlandi watched in wonder when she felt a strange sensation on her hand, when she looked at the centre of her palm she saw a circle appear for just a second before it faded away.But oddly she knew that if she channelled a bit of mana onto that spot the circle would reappear, she immediately followed that feeling and the circle reappeared.Izlandi's eyes darted to the two capsules as she felt a connection with them."Are you finally going to tell me what you concocted?" she asked in a snarky tone."Poison," Lirian answered, "Drop one of these into a barrel of ale, and give it to a group of a hundred novices and I guaranty that no one will live for more than two hours," Lirian said with a smug smile.Izlandi's eyes widened, bringing her to full alertness as she eyed the pills sceptically, she checked all the ingredients Lirian had asked for and done a detailed search into most of their properties, not one of them had a toxic nature in the slightest."You don't believe me huh?" Lirian question with a weak smile, he was completely drained from the process of concocting the poison."That's fine I made two you can use the first one as a tester on some random individual or individuals, as for the second one," Lirian said with a sly smile, "I'm sure that you have your own uses for it," Lirian said meaningfully."Is this it?" Izlandi questioned, "Is this your solution to my problems, you want me to poison everyone, even if I could, it wouldn't take long for someone to point the blame in my direction," she said heatedly, it seemed this entire thing was a waste of time.Lirian chuckled slyly and pointed to her hand, "You'll find that this circle is very special," Lirian said, "All that you need to do is drop the capsule into a barrel of a bottle of wine, and activate the circle, it will attach itself to the container so that it can't slip out, then you can do the second activation at any point in time, which will release the poison,""With that even if someone becomes suspicious of you they will have no way of proving it, but more than that, you could also pin the blame on someone else," Lirian explained.Izlandi's eyes sparkled as she learned about the effects of the magic circles, "How potent is the poison?" she asked while looking at the capsules."If diluted it can kill any novice, even an adept will suffer from it, however if you give an adept a full dose there is 50% that they will die," Lirian said."If you want it anymore potent than that, we'll need a room that is perfectly airtight, a cultivation chamber would be ideal," Lirian added in, feeling anticipation for the day she requests a more potent batch of the poison.Izlandi remembered what Lirian had told her about oxygen ruining the potency of the product, as she hurriedly picked up the capsules.As she stared at it in her hand, she felt a twinge of complex emotions come over her, she felt like she finally understood what Lirian meant by the price for her freedom, wasn't something tangible or anything that she could give personally offer him."If I go down this road, does it mean that I" she paused as her hand lightly shook, ", that I'll have to.. to" however before she could finish speaking Lirian interrupted her."Why don't you just use what I gave you first, if you decide that you don't want to continue any further the choice is yours," Lirian said in a soothing tone."Now, you should probably return," Lirian quickly added, "You haven't been home in two days, and one of your servants came to inform you that your uncle is throwing you a small celebration feast for your recent achievement,""Two days?" Izlandi cried out in surprise her small mouth opened wide for just a second before she realised what she was doing."Yes," Lirian answered with a shrug of his shoulders, "You've been asleep since just six hours in, at one point I thought you were going to die, or suffer brain damage from insufficient oxygen reaching your brain," Lirian quipped with a small chuckle.Izlandi didn't know if Lirian was being serious or not about the part where she almost died, but it did explain her blazing headache that she received when she woke up.'How could I have slept for two days?' she wondered as she rushed out."One more thing," she heard Lirian call out behind her, "Once the poison is released, it will lose all effect within two hours,"As she got to her carriage she noticed that the sun was already going down, and with a few questions to her servants, she found out that 2 days had truly passed while she was unconscious.When she returned to the keep, several of her maids came to her filled with worry, she wasn't one to stay out for a single day let alone two, so they were all worried for her safety.Once they all confirmed that she was perfectly fine they started to prepare her outfit, for the feast that was going to happen.She was going in a completely black dress that was extremely elegant, but that covered most of her body and revealed very little of her body shape, she liked the more revealing dresses, but when surrounded by the members of her family it always made her feel uncomfortable when they openly ogled her body.Finally her maids brought her a pair silky white gloves, "Would everyone excuse me for a moment," she said politely chasing the maids out of her room.She stood transfixed before the mirror on her dresser where she could see the top half of her body, and proceeded to open a draw, inside were the two capsules Lirian had given to her.She picked one capsule and looked at it intently, 'This will be a good chance to test the poison,' she thought while taking a deep breath.She could see the capsule rattling in her shaking hand, 'But this could kill people,' she thought with guilt, 'The people attending the feast are all important members of the family,' she thought with a slight degree of anxiety.'But if I don't do this, then I'll simply be sold off by father,' she thought with fear in her eyes.Izlandi found herself grippling with her thoughts for a long time, in the end she took one of the capsules and slipped it into her glove, 'I'll just see how things go,' she thought with uncertainty, as her mind was a mess.After that she made her way to the dinning hall, the door were wide open and all the chandeliers were lit up with luminous stones that brightened up the entire room.There was an open area in the centre of the room where everyone would dance, and to one side several bards were playing soft music.There were several long tables that stretched across the room filled with food and drinks for everyone to enjoy, all the guests had arrived and were walking around making small conversation when they took notice of Izlandi.The guests all quieted down and made room for her to walk to the main table, after all the feast was all about her.Izlandi walked with a fixed expression on her face, not letting anyone see through her emotions, she could feel the heated gazes of the men on her, as well as the looks of envy that came from the women, but she didn't let any of that bother her as she quickly approached the main table.She glanced into the corner of the room where there was a man sitting with his eyes closed, at a glance he didn't look very old, but he was actually the oldest man in the room, being well over a thousand years old.He was her grandfather as well the previous head of the family before he passed the title on to her father, but everyone simply called him ancestor.Izlandi gave a respectful bow to her grandfather, after a few seconds she raised her head without getting any reply from her grandfather, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, the only ones that her grandfather ever spoke to was her father and uncle, other than that he only spoke to important guests.Izlandi looked at the head seat with a trace of anger flashing through her eyes, when she saw that it was empty, that was where her father was supposed to be, but it seemed that he chose to ignore her achievement, as if it wasn't bad enough that he was selling her to appease House Kant, but now he didn't even show up for her celebration.While maintaining a calm outward expression, she rubbed the capsule that was hidden in her glove.
