Geno spent some time in Cassiopeia's body, where he worked hard to learn her behavior and language habits, and when he realized that he could roughly imitate her, he immediately seized control of her body.

Cassiopeia, who was in Katerina's arms, was unprepared at all, seeing that her consciousness was driven into the depths of her mind, and another soul forcibly took over her body!

And she could only watch as something bad happened in front of her eyes!

She saw her mouth move, and another soul spoke in her voice something very different from what she had now.

"Sister, you're holding it so tightly, I'm a little out of breath." Cassiopeia, who was topped, said.

She shouted Caterina's name in her mind, trying to warn her, but nothing happened, she couldn't change anything, as if this body had nothing to do with her.

She begins to regret not heeding Jeno's warnings and delusionally wants to investigate his news. Now the other party only needs to open his mouth lightly, and he can bite through Katerina's delicate neck with his poisonous fangs, injecting poison into the blood of his relatives; It only takes one look to turn the family member she relies on the most into a stone statue without the slightest breath.

"I'm sorry." Caterina immediately let go of her hand.

She had some doubts, usually she used more force than this to see her sister cry uncomfortable, but these doubts were suppressed by guilt.

"It's getting late, you still have to be on duty tomorrow, let's go to bed early." Cassiopeia grabbed Caterina by the shoulders and pushed her into the room.

"I know, I know, I'll take a shower and go to bed." Caterina pressed her sister's talon-like fingers, her tone rather doting.

In her eyes, no matter what Cassiopeia becomes, she will be her smart and clever sister.

"Then I'll pour you a glass of red wine to help you sleep." Cassiopeia's sad face showed a rare smile.

"The best."

Caterina was even happier when she saw her sister's transformation. She hopes that her sister will become cheerful and not be as depressed as before.

"Cassiopeia" smiled as Caterina casually ripped a bathrobe from the closet and headed to the bathroom, then slid into the basement where she lived with her fat snake body.

In the dimly lit basement, an evil hoarse voice was talking to itself.

"Cassiopeia, I know you can hear me."

She watched as she pulled a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, stuck her sharp fingertips into the cork, and pulled it out with ease.

When she saw that it was a bottle of red wine with a deep red color from a distant age, Cassiopeia realized that the purpose of this man's occupation of her body was not as simple as drinking a sip of her wine.

"Don't try to resist anymore, or your sister won't end up with you next time."

Holding the bottle in her hand and shaking, she sniffed it, the aroma of the wine was so strong that it could hide a lot of things.

"It's just a precautionary measure, I want you to continue lurking in the Black Rose, that is, live a normal life as before, until my command appears."

She wrapped the tip of her tail around the bottle and began to decant it, and with her free hands she pulled out a crystal vial from the darkness with scarlet ink.

Cassiopaia screamed silently, it was poison, poison that snakes feared.

"Rest assured, my purpose was never the Black Rose, and I had no interest in the political situation in Noxus. If you are obedient, probably no one will die. When I have accomplished my purpose, I will leave the Immortal Fortress and everyone will be in peace. ”

The liquid in the vial was poured into the bottle, blending perfectly with a constant shake, and she saw a shallow swirl in the drink, as if dragging her deeper and deeper.

"It's the best way to go, smart as you are, you know what to choose, right?"

Cassiopeia struggles pointlessly, does she have a choice?

She slid down the hall where the sisters were alone, placing two goblets on the heavy blackstone table, their crisp reverberations, and then she picked up the bottle and poured the crimson liquid into it.

After doing all this, she always felt that something was missing, looked around, and immediately found out the reason.

It turned out that the lights were too bright.

Cassiopeia marched around, blew out all the candlesticks, turned off the palatial chandelier, and slipped only a kerosene lamp with a shrunken wick.

In the dim light, the color of the wine becomes darker and darker, and no one doubts it.

Just in time, Caterina came over wrapped in a bathrobe.

She was in a good mood, and she had just hummed a song in the shower, although it was a marching song that didn't quite match.

"Why are you turning the lights off so dark?"

Caterina noticed that the lights in the hall had been turned off a lot, and thought that the house had been burglarized, but when she looked closely, she found that Cassiopeia was lying on the warm bearskin sofa with a glass of red wine in each hand.

"It's more emotional."

Jeno was accustomed to aristocratic life, and knew that these big families did not lack this little money for lamp oil. Any behavior can be explained in a mood, and Caterina naturally follows her sister's meaning.

"Oh, you still know more about these exquisite things."

Caterina did not doubt him, and took the glass from Cassiopeia's hand.

The two looked at each other, and Cassiopeia broke the silence.

I saw her raise her wine glass, look at the other party through the wine glass, and whispered:

"To Noxus."

"To Noxus!"

Caterina echoed, raising her glass to clink glasses with her sister.

She was about to drink the wine, but Cassiopeia grabbed her.

"What's wrong?" Caterina wondered.

Her eyes were cold, but she didn't expect the original owner's mind to be so strong that she was out of control for a short time.

But fortunately, in the next moment, Jeno stabilized the orange momentum, and he felt that he had to increase the dose.

"Don't worry, drink it in a different way."

Cassiopeia smiled seductively, and the hand holding the glass went around Caterina's arm before returning to her.

"It's called a toast." She said.

"Oh, I understand~ You still have a lot of tricks."

Caterina smiled knowingly, thinking that this was the etiquette technique that her sister had learned from the banquets of high society, and she didn't know much about them.

Next, the two looked at each other and smiled, eyebrows flirted, and drank the poison together.

Geno felt an abyssal despair welling up in the depths of this body, which fueled his persecution, and no matter how much Cassiopeia's consciousness resisted, he firmly put the wine glass on his lips and drank the red wine slowly and unhurriedly.

You must know that there is an unwritten rule for handing over a glass of wine, that is, if one party does not let go, the other party must also drink non-stop until the glass is finished.