A/N: This chapter entails dark and scary depictions. Read at your own risk
In a dimly lit currant-painted bar of rococo decoration. A very tall elder Merman with wine features sat on the stool with a glass of rum in hand.
Gulp!
He gushed down the glass content in one go. He looked to his side to meet the condescending gaze of the Magenta-tailed and Ginger-haired Lord Felix who sat in the other side of the room with his legs crossed, and a glass of rum in his hand.
"Lord Felix. Are you sure about this, what if...?"
"There are no what ifs minister Gillingham. It is certain that it'll work out" Lord Felix cut off his ally's words before he could finish and affirmed him of the outcome of their scheme.
"The poison is sure to take effect when the victim strains. Since that day in the cou
