>>Ariston
As I moved my finger away, the eyes of the onlookers wired.
I pointed, with purpose, at the waiter.
The very demon who had slid the drink toward me.
The room exhaled, shocked.
"That's your culprit," I said, my voice sharp, ringing like a blade unsheathed. "He's the one who brought the drink. He's the one who's been drugging your customers, Prince Drakkar."
The waiter froze. His crimson eyes darted left and right—calculating.
For a heartbeat, no one moved.
Then Drakkar's smirk vanished.
And the entire tavern erupted into chaos. Drakkar didn't waste a second.
He turned sharply to the staff, his voice hard and commanding. "Seize him."
The moment the words left his mouth, the waiter bolted.
