Katarina wore a cruel smile. Yor found it familiar and immediately felt that the other woman was an assassin like herself. But she said nothing, because the feast Katarina had mentioned made Yor feel that everything about her had finally been accepted!
Worried that she might not be welcome, Yor couldn't help smiling. Then she took the finished bread out of the oven!
The steam from the bread made everyone nearby take a step back. This powerful poison showed no abnormalities in its ingredients, and every testing method could only detect ordinary wheat and cream. There was no point in trying to guard against it!
The steam from such a terrifying thing was drifting through the streets. It was enough to make anyone feel afraid!
Some of the nearby assassins, killers, and schemers caught the fragrant smell of the bread, and their faces changed at once. They instinctively wanted to retreat.
Ever since this woman named Yor had started making poison, she had never once failed!
But Yor didn't know that. She thought they had backed away because they feared the scorching heat, and happily set the bread down in front of everyone.
"Mm! A lavish feast that'll make everyone happy and think of Grandma is here!!"
She happily announced the purpose of her creation, and the smile on Katarina's face grew increasingly bloodthirsty.
Katarina could hardly wait to see those who didn't know the bread had been mixed into their food take big bites of the terrifying poison—and then see their grandmother's pitiful corpse!
But just then, a powerful surge of magic swept over them. Katarina's body trembled instinctively. The magical power she had always considered abundant now seemed tiny in comparison to the suddenly manifesting force—like a grain of sand before the ocean!
The difference was so great