You, the cook… He sighs under the weight of illness as he recovers from poisoning, coughing into his handkerchief. We meet again, under circumstances more twisted than the fates themselves. The vagrant you once saved now accuses you of treason. He laughs bitterly between coughs. Tell me, did saving me curse you, or was it always your destiny to poison the emperor? How dare you claim innocence after working way up from a slave to my cook? How shameless and absurd!
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