There is nothing impossible in advanced alchemy. -Universal skill to match the other world-

As a hidden flavor, the poison is mixed.

Of course, there's no way to simply bruise the alchemist's eyes to the point of mixing poison.

This degree of poison completely understands the ingredients just by looking at them.

The poison hasn't fully blended into the dish yet. Probably something that was planted after cooking.

So... the store owner is off the suspect.

If the shopkeeper tries to poison me, he'll mix it from the start.

Then, where was the poison mixed from...

(Is the poison mixing route the blind spot behind the pillar?)

This shop has many columns and the food that will be carried to the guests will pass through the blind spot several times along the way.

Perhaps the poison was mixed with stealing the shopkeeper's eyes at that blind spot.

The pillar blind spot is close to the exit, so perhaps the executor has already escaped outside the store.

But there may still be collaborators of the killer in the store.

As a murderer, you want to see me eat the poison and fall.

Answer that wish and I'll eat you.

Poison of this magnitude, just as it is not for alchemists.

If the assassin doesn't have a culinary taste, the poison will smash the taste harmony, and it will taste miserable... let's hope not.

While I'm thinking about it, I'll put my mouth on the stir-fry.

One bite and I accidentally fell for it.

"... good"

Inside the stir-fry was a mixture of nearly ten lethal poisons.

In addition to the characteristic spiciness of Bacuentake, it contained several other poisons such as flavor ingredients.

The stir-fry had a great flavor with the poison mixed with the original flavor creating an exquisite harmony.

But this flavour - it tastes nostalgic somewhere.

I thought about it for a moment and thought of a reason. It's my master's cooking.

My master was also good at cooking with poison.

"It's the alchemist's privilege to enjoy the poisonous cuisine! 'And so on, it's what behaved me like a handmade, poisonous dish. The array was really good.

The stir-fry I'm eating right now... is a flavor that reminds me of the sautéed bacuentaquette (3 grams lethal) made by its master.

The guy who chose this poison definitely has a cook's taste.

Starting tomorrow, every day, as much as I'd like to bring in the poison used for this assassination instead of seasoning.

... It's a hassle collecting ingredients to formulate, so I was wondering if you could split it a little if you asked the assassin.

And so on and so on and so on and so on and so on, I explore my surrounding gaze.

Then... I could see one man stopping his hand from eating the food and staring at me.

He's got poisonous dishes in his mouth, eyes like he's waiting to see when I'm gonna fall.

(Give it a try)

That's what I thought. I dropped my neck for a moment.

Moves to such an extent that you wouldn't notice if you weren't paying attention to me.

But for a human waiting for me to die, it would only have seemed to bode down with poisoning symptoms.

The man who was staring at me tried to get up.

In its hands was water - precisely water mixed with lethal poisons.

I vomited because of the poisoning symptoms, pretending to make me drink even water, to poison him.

I mixed the poison appropriately because I don't know if I can give you a proper lethal dose.

That's why I'm ready until I stab him in the face.

(Well... it's easy to rose the raid, but I don't know what to do)

Even if we catch the executor, it doesn't necessarily mean the guy behind it knows the name of the killer.

If that letter is correct, it would mean that the killer is Branch Superintendent Risal... but if I can't grasp proper evidence, I can't help but get truncated that it's just an argument.

If so, it's not a good idea to move from here until you have a calculator that firmly hunts down the riser.

It would seem better to be ready while pretending not to notice the assassination.

If we catch the executioner, we'll be on guard.

(I'll miss it this time, not to mention the poisoned stir-fry)

When I squealed so in my heart, I flattened the stir-fry.

Then take a seat by alchemically detoxifying all the poison left on the plate so that the next guest does not remain poisoned.

Now, if the assassin checks the plate, no poison will be detected.

It would mean that it wasn't poison tolerance that I survived, it was a mistake on the side mixing the poison.

You don't have to be suspicious.

(Well... I wonder what comes next)

There's no way a guy who would bother poisoning me would give up my assassination for about a single failure.

I'm a little excited to see what kind of hand you're coming next.

If you're going to try poisoning me again, I just want the same guy to handle the poison selection as this one.

It's probably better if you eat good food.

But... on the day that letter arrived, it was suddenly an assassination.

If I hadn't been poison tolerant, that letter would have saved my life.

That's what you even bothered to tell me about the killer, and I must thank the sender. I don't know who it is.