“Here, have some chamomile tea,” Dahlia said, handing me a cup. “It is especially beneficial to boost magical powers.”
I took the cup from her; my gaze drifting around the patio. There was not a soul in sight except for the colourful butterflies flitting across the potted plants. Eyeing the honeyed brown liquid, I muttered, “How do I know that it is not poisoned?’
“Don’t be silly, Ayame.” Dahlia chuckled. “What good will that do me?” Pausing for a moment, she added, “If you are so skeptical, don’t drink it.”
An exhausted sigh left my lips as I set the cup back on the table. “Can we just get to the point? I am not interested in small talk.”
“Fine…” she shrugged. “Have it your way.” Taking a sip from her cup, she leaned forward. “I will give you the antidote for the Seven Poison spel
