Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt Chapter 117: It’s poisoned

​As evening settled over the sanctuary, the servants began filing in. They were all young, low-ranking female foxes with only two tails, their heads bowed low in submission as they carried wooden trays filled with steaming ceramic bowls of soup, small flasks of essential oils, and fresh linens.

The reason the crimson fox prided themselves as superior primitive beings was because they had managed to grasp the art of making proper living quarters as well as eating food that wasn’t raw, as well as exploiting ingredients.

Hana was curious how they evolved their thinking but wasn’t ready to read their history.

As they filed in, none of the servants dared to look up at Caspian’s massive fra or Kulu’s intimidating gaze. His wings were no longer steeled and had now softened but they were not any less majestic.

​Hana sat back tightly against a pile of plush silk cushions, letting out a long, heavy breath as her round belly throbbed with a dull ache. The long mountain trek had finally caught up to her lower back and legs.

​Seeing her lean back, Caspian didn’t hesitate. He dropped down onto the floor at the edge of the cushions, uncorked one of the flasks of essential oil and reached out with his large hands, gently taking her left foot into his lap before dropping a few drops on her skin.

Raiden silently moved to the other side, his nine pink tails sweeping behind him as he sat cross-legged and lifted her right foot, doing the sa with the oil.

The two of them began to massage her aching feet, their movents practiced, firm, and careful not to apply too much pressure against her condition.

​Behind her, Kulu shifted his wings with a soft rustle. He also took the essential oil, pouring a few warm drops onto his palms before placing his hands firmly on her tense shoulders.

His thumbs dug perfectly into the knots near her neck, the soothing scent of wild herbs cutting through the heavy, stifling air of the palace.

​Hana closed her eyes for a mont, letting out a quiet sigh. It was a bizarre dynamic—going to war with an ancient elite clan at sunrise, yet here she was in the evening, completely pampered by three peak-tier beastn while her abdon radiated the intense heat of her pregnancy.

​A two-tailed servant girl quietly stepped forward, kneeling by the low table to set down a wide ceramic bowl of thick, fragrant at soup.

She bowed until her forehead touched the floor, then hurried out of the room alongside the others, shutting the heavy wooden door behind them.

​The rich, savory aroma of the broth instantly filled the pavilion.

​"You need to eat, love," Raiden murmured, his thumb rubbing the side of her ankle as he glanced at the steaming bowl. "You’ve been grumbling about being hungry for a while now."

​Hana opened her eyes and leaned forward slightly. She picked up the carved wooden spoon, scooping up a portion of the thick broth. But just as she brought the spoon toward her lips, she opened her eyes and stared at the content of the spoon. Her herbal knowledge vision imdiately flickered across her eyes.

There were herbs in the soup. But... that wasn’t all.

Now, not just her vision but her system had also detected sothing.

The blue window flickered to life in front of her, breaking down the chemical components.

> ​[WARNING: TOXIC AGENT DETECTED]

She narrowed her eyes. She thought as much.

> Substance: Extract of Night-Shade Bramble.

> Classification: High-Tier Neurotoxin / Lineage Core Suppressant.

> Target Effect: Induced muscle paralysis and imdiate respiratory failure within 120 seconds of ingestion.

​Hana’s grip tightened on the spoon and her brows furrowed.

Chi.

> Note: Traces of threat to the dragon offspring detected.

Yeah, I got the mo. She thought, her breath slightly drawn in.

​Beside her, Caspian noticed her sudden freeze, his golden eyes instantly sharpening into slit needles as the orange glow at the base of his throat gave a faint, dangerous flicker.

He stopped massaging her foot, his hand gripping her ankle a bit firr. "Hana? What is it?"

​Raiden reached out toward his own bowl on the table, completely unaware.

"Is it too hot, Hana? Let blow on it—"

​"Don’t drink it," Hana said, her voice dropping into a freezing, authoritative register that sliced cleanly through the quiet room. She dropped the wooden spoon back into the ceramic bowl with a sharp clack, her dark eyes narrowing into lethal slits as she looked at the rising steam. "It’s poisoned."

Raiden’s hand froze inches from his bowl, his erald eyes widening in sharp shock. Kulu’s hands went dead still on Hana’s shoulders, his feathers instantly snapping flat and sharpening like tal blades again.

​But it was Caspian who snapped first.

​The low, warning rumble in his chest erupted into a harsh, furious hiss. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t even wait for her to explain how she knew.

He simply lunged forward, snatched the ceramic bowl of poisoned broth off the low table, and stord out of the guest pavilion. His feet thudded heavily and violently against the polished stone floors as he marched straight toward the inner palace kitchens, leaving a trail of radiating heat in his wake.

Hana didn’t even stop him. In fact, she hoped this would serve as a warning.

​When Caspian kicked the heavy wooden doors of the kitchen open, the entire room scrambled. Dozens of low-tier, two-tailed servant foxes and kitchen hands fell to their knees, trembling as the massive dragon king stood in the doorway, his chest expanding with an orange fire that threatened to incinerate the rafters.

​The head kitchen overseer, a sweating four-tailed fox, swallowed hard and bowed. "F-Fire king... is the al not to your liking? Perhaps not to the human female’s liking? We can prepare—"

​"Who made this?" Caspian repeated, his voice dropping into a tectonic, gravelly growl that rattled the ceramic pots on the shelves.

​The overseer’s hand shook as he pointed a claw toward a female fox chef standing near the rear prep tables.

​Caspian strode over, the heat rolling off his skin scorching the air. He glared down at the trembling woman. "You made this?"

​"Y-yes, My Lord," she whispered, keeping her head low.

​"You placed all the ingredients inside yourself?"

​"Yes, My Lord. Everything was hand-picked by ."

​Caspian thrust the ceramic bowl straight into her face, the liquid sloshing against the rim. "Then I want you to drink it this instant."

​The chef froze up entirely, her eyes widening in sheer terror as she looked at the dark broth. "W-what? Why? My Lord, that is the guest’s—"

​Caspian growled, the orange glow at the base of his throat flaring so brightly that the skin around his neck looked translucent. "You heard . Drink it."

​The female chef was already shaking violently, her knees knocking together under her apron. She couldn’t drink it.

She knew exactly what high-tier neurotoxin she had stirred into that bowl on direct orders, but she also knew she couldn’t expose one of the eleven spires without her entire family being executed.

​Just then, soone approached the entrance of the kitchen and Celene walked in. Her eleven bright red tails fanned out behind her, a look of haughty annoyance on her face.

​"I could hear a commotion all the way from the secondary courtyard," Celene said, her voice dripping with performative irritation. "What is the mighty dragon king doing in a kitchen? Surely our hospitality isn’t so—"