At Richie's urging, everyone in the family rose from their seats and raised their bowls of meat broth together.
It was hardly solemn, nor was it particularly romantic, but it still looked so warm.
Completely unsuspecting, the whole family drank the drugged broth.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Richie had taken an antidote beforehand and drank his bowl as well.
By the time they were nearly finished eating, everyone at the table felt a little drowsy.
Anya slumped straight onto the table, and Yor laid her head down on it as well.
Under Richie's gaze, Twilight slowly slumped onto the table too.
Only Richie remained, calmly finishing his last mouthful of food.
After dinner, Richie leisurely wiped his mouth, then went into the bedroom to change into clothes suitable for going out.
Looking at Twilight, Yor, and Anya asleep at the dining table, Richie considered it for a moment and decided to start by hypnotizing Twilight.
Richie walked over to Twilight. He could not move him, so he could only awkwardly adjust Twilight's sitting position to face him.
First, he moved one of Twilight's arms so that Twilight could rest his head on it more comfortably.
After all, altering memories through hypnosis could take a very long time.
More importantly, an agent like his father might well have undergone hypnosis before, and a previous hypnotist might have protected his mind and memories.
Twilight was undoubtedly the toughest nut to crack in this family, so Richie intended to start with him.
Once he had adjusted Twilight's position, Richie pulled his own stool over and sat across from him.
This would be physically demanding, and he had already prepared himself for a long battle.
Richie gazed at his father, sleeping so docilely before him, with a complicated expression and a heart full of