“My Duke, it’s time.”

With the signal, Danil himself tensed his bow, ready to shoot the arrow. By this time, the Queen must have already drank the poison, so she should be dead by now. Danil knew that people on the verge of death always chose the less painful method to go.

“Ignite the arrow head.”

As soon as he said his order, the cloth imbued with oil that was tied around the arrow head quickly caught fire. The cabin was made of wood, but they’d taken the precaution of spreading oil around the area, anyways. The second the arrow landed anywhere near the cabin…

It would be quick.

Danil...