Chapter 1809 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep19

• Shay went about his duties throughout the day without focus or enthusiasm while he tried to figure out just what he'd been hit with. Though he was a clandestine operative, he'd only rarely worked with poison. He hadn't recognised the flower that had exploded onto him, nor could he identify the symptoms based on what knowledge he did have about offensive intoxicants.
• The one thing he could be sure of was that it wasn't the Throttler he'd been trying to obtain. His magic still worked, which was small comfort considering he might be slowly dying to some esoteric allergen. He needed more information.
• That night, when the recruits were asleep, he detailed a full report of the incident into his Tethertext, including the conversation he overheard and the descriptions of the flowers. He omitted all mention of the Throttler, however, describing his motivation instead as reconnaissance to determine potential valuable assets that Princess Katerina had access to. A Magister would know about such things. Maybe she'd know a cure? Or at the very least, tell him what was happening to him.