GDC 123

Marzella’s death meant the witness was gone.

In other words, there was no longer any proof of Meisel’s crimes.

“You don’t look very sad,” the Grand Duchess remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“Honesty is one of your better traits, Lady Meisel—but in moments like this, you should at least pretend to have manners.”

“Y-Your Grace, that’s too harsh,” Meisel protested.

The Grand Duchess smiled coldly and called in a calm tone, “Whitley.”

Soon, maids entered carrying trays of tea and small folded paper packets that looked like sugar pouches.

Amid the tense atmosphere, the Grand Duchess spoke softly,

“I’ve prepared a medicinal tea for everyone today. It might be a bit bitter, so add some sugar if you like.”

The young ladies stared, open-mouthed.

‘She wants us to drink tea now? In this situation?’

Her tone was gentle, but no one mistook it for a suggestion—it was clearly a command.

“Lady…