A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 59: What Sort Of Poison?

Chapter 59: What Sort Of Poison?

Everyone was startled.

They looked at each other, completely speechless at his straight response.

Kill someone? Why? What could have happened? Who is the target? They were bewildered.

"Um... Don, may I ask what happened?" Loui probed.

Draven folded his arms to reply, "Natasha, she is causing quite the problem for me. No, for my wife."

"I don’t like it, and she is really getting on my nerves."

Olive furrowed his brows. "Why? Did Lady Avelina offend her? Was there anything wrong she did to her?"

"Of course not! She is mad about the ceremony. I cannot tell if she is demented or just ignorant!" Draven’s irritation was evident.

Loui pondered and stated, a bit perplexed, "Eh, but Lady Avelina won the duel fair and square even before Olive lent a helping hand."

"Indeed." Olive nodded, agreeing with him.

"Don." Lucien tilted her head in thought. "Is Lady Natasha trying to hurt Lady Avelina?"

Draven gave a nod.

"Yes, in the early morning yesterday, six men almost assassinated her."

"What!" Lucien’s pupils dilated. She began to crack her knuckles, a vicious intent brimming in her eyes. "Don, allow me to deal with her. I have always disliked her anyway."

Draven glanced at her and disagreed. "It is not an easy task, Lucien. You can’t do it alone."

"Why do you say so?" Lucien was confused.

"The security in the mansion is too tight, so you have no opening to deal with her," Draven responded. "You need a plan to do this, and I already have one."

Loui immediately stood up to his feet. "Please give your orders, Don."

Draven looked at him. "Loui, hold on—"

But someone interfered.

"Permission to intercept, Don," Pierre abruptly said.

Draven diverted his gaze toward him. "Go on."

Pierre took a moment before saying, "I don’t think we should act yet."

"Pourquoi?" Prince was quick to ask, inquisitive.

Pierre proceeded to elucidate, "This is because it’s too early. At least to me."

"Just like Don said, the security in the royal mansion is too tight. We need a more valid reason to do this. I don’t think her recent actions are enough. I mean, Lady Avelina is okay, no?"

"Pierre, okay or not, she literally tried to murder her. That is so freaking insolent! What do you mean by "It’s not enough reason"?" Lucien asked, shaking her head. Her expression was not too good. It was obvious that she was annoyed by Pierre’s words.

Pierre glanced at her and redirected his gaze to Draven.

"Don, what do you think?" he queried.

Draven let out a soft breath.

"I do not like when the things that belong to me are threatened, but you’re right. I never had the intention of acting immediately, and that is why I am here. You are very well correct in saying it isn’t enough, because I thought the same. My anger is yet to reach its limit."

He crossed his legs and folded his arms. "Don’t worry, Lucien, you will get your chance—I guarantee it. Natasha will pull another stunt."

"She is a very easy idiot to read, and this stunt up her sleeve will be her last," he assured her with a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes.

Olive, who had been listening attentively, inquired, "So... what should we do now?"

Draven took a moment to think and stood up from his seat. He turned around with his back facing them and rested his arms behind his back.

"Lucien, there is a poison that I want you to concoct. If I am going to kill her, I will make sure she dies miserably."

Lucien’s expression turned serious.

"What sort of poison?"

Draven took a deep breath to organize his thoughts.

"A poison that can put a person in agony, make them hallucinate, and burn them from within. The sort of person that cannot be detected, thus leaving everyone to believe she died an unfortunate death."

Lucien felt a chill run down her spine. She glanced at the others, only to see the shock in their eyes.

"D-don, do you mean the Venin d’Ombre?" she asked, just to be sure.

"Yes," Draven confirmed.

Lucien awkwardly scratched her neck.

"Don’t you think it’s too extreme? I mean, that poison is meant for torturing before death." Her face held a look of concern.

Draven arched his brow at her. "Are you questioning my decision?"

"Ye!" Lucien was caught off guard. "No, no, no, of course not! I would never!" For a moment there, she felt her life flash before her eyes.

It wouldn’t even take a second for Draven to unalive her. Her body shivered at the thought.

"I-I um, ahem! I just, uh, thought we could use a simpler p-p-poison compared to the Venin d’Ombre."

Draven stepped towards her. He stared down at her, leaving Lucien frightened by his towering figure and his piercing gaze.

"D-d-don." She gulped loudly.

"Lucien." Draven grabbed her shoulders.

"Y-yes, Don." Lucien was trembling in his grip.

"Sometimes, people commit unforgivable acts, and do you know what I hate the most?" Draven inquired.

Lucien furiously shook her head.

"Well." Draven paused for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice, "I hate when people look down on the ones weaker than they are. When they have no value for one’s life. It is cruel, so I punish those kinds of people. However, I only do that when it’s my business and relates to me. If it’s not, then I won’t interfere, do you understand?"

"Yes, Don." Lucien nodded. "I am very sorry for questioning your words."

Draven let go of her. He turned his attention to Olive.

"Olive."

"Yes, Don." Olive gazed at him.

"I want you to bomb the estate Natasha was gifted," Draven ordered.

"Yes, boss!" Olive took on the task without any questions.

"Eh...boss." Loui had a look of confusion on his face. "May I ask why?"

Draven took a quick glance at him and said solemnly, "She accused Avelina of stealing the golden necklace my father gifted to her."

"Wait, what?!" Loui blurted out in surprise. "W-why?"