Chapter 2: The Servant Who Tried to Poison Me

Chapter 2: The Servant Who Tried to Poison Me

Morning pa lang, sunod-sunod na ang problema.

Una, sobrang sikip ng corset na pinasuot sa kanya.

Pangalawa, ang almusal? Mushroom soup. Gasp.

At pangatlo?

Well, may nagtatangkang lasunin siya.

But let’s rewind a bit, shall we?

“Ugh… bakit parang sinakal ako ng kuryente?”

Zeyna groaned habang naglalakad pababa ng hagdan, hawak ang gilid ng tiyan.

Yung corset kasi? Literal na torture device. If medieval times had Wi-Fi, this was their version of slow death.

Pagdating niya sa dining room, naroon na agad ang food.

Silver tray, fancy bowl, may steam pa.

A maid stood beside her quietly. Nakayuko. Mabait ang aura. Suspicious.

“Soup, Señorita Celestina,” sabi ng maid, sabay abot ng kutsara.

Zeyna blinked. “Bakit parang... sobra kayong excited?”

Pero gutom na siya eh. So she sniffed it.

Then froze.

Wait. Is that… bitter almond?

Her eyes narrowed.

Cyanide.

Classic.

Instead of panicking, she smiled. “Maraming salamat.”

The maid looked nervous. “You’re welcome, Señorita…”

SLUUURRRPPP.

Zeyna exaggeratedly sipped the soup.

The maid's eyes went wide. “W-wait, you shouldn’t—!”

CRASH!

Zeyna “accidentally” dropped the bowl on the floor.

“Oops,” she said, totally deadpan.

“Bakit parang nahulog ang kamandag?”

Her voice was cold now.

“I-I—I'm sorry—!”

Zeyna stood. Kahit nangangatog pa rin ang tuhod niya, lumapit siya slowly sa maid.

“Tell me, sweetheart…” she said in a sweet tone, “sino ang nag-utos sa’yo?”

The maid shook her head. “W-wala po! N-nagkamali lang po ako!”

Zeyna leaned closer.

Then whispered:

“Sa susunod, siguraduhin mong mamatay ako. Kasi pag nabuhay ako, I don’t forgive.”

That night, the maid mysteriously quit.

Some say lumayas.

Others say… hindi na siya nakalabas sa estate.

But Zeyna? She just smiled at dinner and requested fried chicken.

Later that day...

Zeyna found herself sa backyard, watching some of the house guards doing basic combat drills.

She sighed, frustrated.

"Kung dati, ako nagtuturo ng ganyan. Ngayon, ni jumping jack, hinihingal ako."

May guard na nag-spin ng baton, pero nahulog.

“Yikes,” bulong niya. “Level zero.”

Biglang napansin siyang isa sa mga guards.

“Señorita Celestina? Gusto n’yong sumubok?”

She smiled.

“Oh no, baka magkasugat ako.”

Pero sa loob ng utak niya:

Challenge accepted, loser.

10 minutes later…

Zeyna stood in the center of the training mat.

She held a wooden practice sword.

Then faced a smug house guard na halatang walang tiwala sa kanya.

“Kahit limang segundo, hindi tatagal ‘yan,” may narinig siyang bulong.

She smiled sweetly.

Then—

SWISH!

In one move, she dodged his strike, twisted her hips, and slammed the fake sword into his shin.

“ARGH—!”

The man collapsed.

Silence...

All the guards stared at her like they just saw a unicorn punch a dragon.

Zeyna just winked.

“Five seconds, huh?”

That night, habang nakahiga siya sa kama, basang-basa ng pawis at pagod sa “secret training,” nagbibilang siya ng progress.

✓ Nakaligtas sa lason.

✓ Napuruhan ang isang guard kahit weak body.

✓ Corset: still evil.

✓ Friends: zero.

✓ Deadly aura: slowly returning.

Not bad.

The next morning, may dumating na sulat.

Gold-trimmed. Mafia seal.

From The Empire Summit — a gathering of all mafia leaders and heirs.

Mandatory appearance required.

Zeyna froze.

"Empire Summit? Akala ko next month pa ‘to?"

Pagbukas niya ng sulat:

“Due to unforeseen threats, summit moved to next week. All heirs must attend.”

Heirs… including Celestina Alfero.

Zeyna narrowed her eyes.

"Guess I’ll need a dress. And a new strategy."

Kasi doon niya unang makikita ang iba pang mafia heirs.

And somewhere out there...

The empire’s coldest king was already watching the chessboard.

END OF CHAPTER 2

Chapter 3: The Girl Who Can’t Even Dance (But Can Kill with a Fork) — Coming next!

Gusto mo na bang isunod ko ang Chapter 3 agad mga beh?

I got you sa comedy + badass blend always

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