The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

19. The Deadly Setup Suddenly Starts Attacking Me

“Ah, just drinking coffee is so boring. I suddenly remembered that some pastries were specially sent over from the palace. Let’s eat them together.”

Weir took out an exquisite gift box.

“Pastries?”

“That’s right. It seems to be chocolate specially made by the palace’s pastry chef. You can’t buy it for any amount of money outside. His Majesty personally had it sent over, saying it was to reward the chairman for his hard work lately.”

Weir secretly clenched her fist.

Given the chairman’s love for sweets, how could he possibly care about you, Mu En Campbell, when faced with something like chocolate?

Especially with the added bonus of His Majesty’s personal note.

“Chocolate? Then let’s eat together.”

As expected, upon hearing the word “chocolate,” Celicia’s eyes flickered, and she stopped pressing Mu En, taking a step back, appearing somewhat impatient.

Hmph, based on my understanding of the chairman, I, Weir, am clearly superior.

Seeing the two of them create some distance, Weir happily opened the gift box.

Delicately shaped chocolates lay quietly in their compartments.

Each piece was specially molded into a heart shape, looking small and adorable.

Celicia extended her slender fingers, picked one up, and placed it in her cherry-like mouth. A look of satisfaction immediately appeared on her cold face.

Indeed, at certain moments, you can be quite charming.

Watching Celicia’s profile, Mu En smiled slightly.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up a piece of chocolate and placed it in his mouth.

The bitterness and sweetness, accompanied by a unique fragrance, instantly melted on his tongue.

As he bit down gently, a rich aroma of wine mixed with the chocolate’s delicate scent surged to Mu En’s head, causing him to shudder slightly.

Is it really filled with liquor?

The combination of the melting chocolate and the liquid didn’t make it feel overly sweet; instead, it had an exceptionally refreshing quality.

Drawing on his body’s instinctive experience, Mu En almost immediately discerned that this was an expensive high-quality wine.

The kind that costs over a hundred thousand Aimer per bottle. Just one piece made Mu En’s throat and stomach feel warm.

One could only say that the palace’s pastry chef truly lived up to his reputation. Although chocolate is considered a relatively expensive delicacy in this world, using such high-quality wine as an accent highlights the luxury.

“The taste is exquisite.”

Mu En sincerely praised,

“The pairing of the wine is spot on, making one feel as if they are not eating chocolate, but enjoying a work of art. If it could be paired with the finest coffee from Weston, it would be perfect.”

“……”

“……”

Hmm?

Mu En frowned, a bit puzzled.

Such a highbrow comment from him, and yet no one responded?

At least there should be some reaction.

“Plop.”

Sure enough, there was a reaction.

But it wasn’t the response Mu En had anticipated.

Instead, Wei Er’s hand trembled, sending that expensive chocolate—one that could bring tears to the eyes of some poor protagonist—crashing to the floor, her delicate face gradually stiffening.

“Mu… Mu En Campbell, what did you say? This… this is liquor-filled?”

“Yeah.”

Wei Er’s strange reaction only deepened Mu En’s confusion.

It was just liquor-filled chocolate; what was there to make such a fuss about?

But then, Mu En noticed Wei Er’s gaze suddenly darting past him, landing on Celicia on the other side, and that expression… slowly turning to one of terror.

Mu En paused for a moment, then immediately turned to look at Celicia.

In his line of sight, Celicia still maintained the pose of just having popped the chocolate into her mouth, gently sucking on her fingertips, looking elegant and serene.

However, through the flickering candlelight, Mu En could clearly see that a layer of crimson was gradually tinting Celicia’s fair, delicate face.

Not just her face; even every inch of exposed skin began to show a hint of pink, making this ice-cold beauty resemble a peach blossom blooming in early spring, appearing… exceptionally tender at this moment.

And most importantly, Celicia’s eyes—forever cool and rational in Mu En’s memory—were slowly melting like snow, then… her gaze became vacant, unfocused.

“Is this… drunkenness?”

What the hell, just from a liquor-filled chocolate?

This amount wouldn’t even register on a breathalyzer!

“The president… she can’t touch alcohol…” Wei Er stammered.

At her words, Mu En froze again, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, distant memories resurfacing in his mind.

The fundamental reason that had forced him to use black tea in the initial plan.

【I can’t drink alcohol, not even a drop.】

That’s right, Celicia had said that back then.

But that was so long ago; you can’t drop a hint that early, or the readers will be completely baffled!

Is the dead setting suddenly coming back to haunt me?

Mu En turned back to Wei Er, whose round face had turned a bit pale, and asked in shock:

“Since Celicia has dietary restrictions, didn’t you check beforehand?”

“This was sent from the palace; how could I dare to open it without giving it to the president first?”

“…Does His Majesty know that Celicia cannot drink?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t stayed in the palace, how would I know about this?”

Looking at the clueless Veer, Mu En felt quite helpless.

The most likely scenario was that this was a misunderstanding. His Majesty might know that Celicia cannot drink, but the pastry chef below did not, which is why they sent over the meticulously crafted chocolate truffles filled with liquor.

As for the other possibility… what could be the motive? His Majesty intentionally setting his daughter up to get drunk?

“Last question.”

Mu En swallowed hard, looking seriously at Veer,

“Even if Celicia gets drunk, she would still maintain her princess’s aloofness and elegance. Being merely tipsy would just mean a nap, and nothing unexpected would happen, right?”

“…”

“Right?!”

“…”

After a heart-pounding silence, Veer’s expression gradually grew serious. She looked deeply at Mu En,

and then…

turned and ran!

Mu En was momentarily stunned, then reacted, sprinting after Veer with the speed of a hundred-meter dash.

But.

With a bang, the door to the room suddenly slammed shut, nearly causing Mu En to crash into it!

In panic, Mu En banged on the door, only to find that there was magic surging on it.

Veer even casually activated what seemed to be a protective magic circle for the room.

“Veer, what are you doing? I’m still inside! Open the door and let me out!”

“…Sorry, Mu En Campbell, I can’t open the door.”

Veer’s voice came from outside, filled with apology.

“The president has a terrible tolerance for alcohol, so…”

“What the hell…”

Mu En nearly spat out a mouthful of blood again, “Is it really that serious? It’s just getting drunk, even if the tolerance is low…”

Zheng—

A piercing sound cut through the air, interrupting Mu En’s words.

Cold sweat instantly covered Mu En’s forehead as he slowly turned his head to look aside.

At that moment, a frosty blue sword blade was grazing his cheek, piercing through the door of the room.

The seemingly indestructible defensive formation, under the icy blue sword, was as fragile as if made of paper.

“Mu… Mu En Campbell… why are you escaping?”

Celesia’s voice rang out behind him, no longer carrying the usual coldness, but instead filled with an unusual sweetness.

Yet as Mu En listened to this voice, he couldn’t help but tremble, nearly at a loss for words.

“Vi’er, open the door, please, open the door!”

“I told you, no.”

“For the peace of the world, for the safety of Berland, so that tomorrow’s headlines aren’t about three blocks being leveled by a human monstrosity…

Someone has to hold the president back inside.

So…”

Outside the door, Vi’er, with tears in her eyes, turned her head away forcefully and said:

“Mu En Campbell, don’t die.”