Short story 12: Secret spy (Part 3)

“What is the status of the matter with the evil mage?”

When I returned to the office, the boss was wearing another sour expression.

“As expected… I brought down the evil mage with my own hands! Right about now, that woman ought to be dying of embarrassment in front of the whole city!”

My plan is flawless.

The evil girl in question is now dying with her stomach twisted after drinking my poisoned coffee. My acting is very good and I’m never suspicious. She’s now unable to go out because of her stomach being unwell.

The poison I gave her will result in laxative diarrhea. She probably poops on her skirt earlier. Feeling so much shame that she would rather crawl in a hole and die.

I’m truly a genius.

I told my plan to the boss.

And here’s what my boss had to say after silently lending his ear.

“So I suppose you saw her dead in embarrassment with your own eyes?”

“Of course not.”

Seeing someone dying is something I don’t want to see.

“...”

At this point, my boss let out a huge si