Aria raised her brow provocatively, "What did I do? I don't know, you tell me. Maybe those villagers are so hungry that they start eating poisoned herbs in the forest. Or maybe they are just a bunch of idiots who accidentally drink a well full of feces, that's why they get dysentery. They are peasants after all. They are dumb and meant to be harvested."
"You know well that's not what happened!" Anastasia raised her voice to her daughter. She didn't want to yell at Aria, but she knew her daughter must've done something to those innocent villagers. "I know that it's YOU who killed them, Aria!"
"And how'd you know?"
"Because of that damned floating book next to you!"
"Oh, well, darn. I've been caught," Aria chuckled. "Yes. I poisoned them. Do you know the chicken soup that I've prepared for the banquet? I poured a lot of poison into it, and it will take effect after three days. The poison was made with the help of a poison master of course."