The party was able to get their rooms assigned to them without having to wait long. There were two rooms at the end and two rooms near the end, excluding the Viscount's room, on the basement, first floor, and second floor.
Since there were no rooms at the end of the hallway on the other side, the rooms at the end were made available for the group to stay in.
“What should we do? Wouldn’t it be better for Simone and I to stay in the last room?”
“Um, no.”
Simone shook her head and looked at her companions.
Until now, Louis and Simone moved together, and Abel and his group moved on their own.
However, if they have to work as a team like this until they solve this request anyway, it would be better to just place each person in the right position.
Simone rested her chin and hand on Orkan's shoulder.
"Yes?"
Simone smiled and said as Orkan looked at her in confusion.
“Orkan and I will stay in the last room.”
Orkan widened his eyes and pointed at himself with his hand.
“Me?”
“Yes, you have good mana sensitivity. If there’s a change in the room, you’ll notice it faster than anyone else, right?”
“That’s true, but...”
Orkan looked at Abel, his words trailing off.
Of course, as Simone said, it would be himself and Simone, the necromancer, who would quickly sense that something had changed while staying in the last room.
However, since he thought that if he were to take action, he would do so with Abel, he wanted to ask Abel and Bianchi's opinions first.
“That’s okay. In that case, Orkan would definitely be better than Louis.”
Abel readily agreed with Simone's decision. Only after Bianchi agreed did Orkan nod to Simone in agreement.
“Yes. Then I’ll stay in the basement, so would you like to stay on the first floor, Simone?”
"Yes."
“Then what do we do?”
Abel raised his hand and asked. The two people who could most easily notice the strange phenomenon were in charge of the last room.
What about the rest of the people?
Simone said, looking at the remaining three.
“I have a special favor to ask of you all.”
This is also a perfect fit. In fact, the reason Orkan was placed in the last room is because of his mana sensitivity, but also because Orkan, a weak wizard, won't be of much help in the tasks that Simone will be ordering them to do from now on.
“First of all, Bianchi.”
“Yeah- just call me Bianchi.”
“Yes, Bianchi.”
“Oh my, you’re just letting the words slip? That’s okay-”
Simone continued speaking bluntly, still holding Bianchi tightly in her arms.
“Bianchi, quietly walk around the mansion and secretly investigate anything suspicious. Whether it’s objects or people’s behavior.”
“That’s easy! I get it. Just trust me.”
“Please do it secretly. There may be something hidden from us, from the Viscount Delang to his servants.”
"Of course!"
Bianchi said confidently.
Bianchi the Thief. A person who is skilled at sneaking in and stealing things quietly or eavesdropping.
Since becoming Abel's colleague, she has been taking advantage of her skills and taking on infiltration missions.
Since it's what she's always done, she'll do well.
Simone's gaze shifted to Louis.
“Lord Wren, please go around the mansion and get information from the servants. Anything useful will do.”
"All right."
Louis has a unique sense of pretense, a sly personality honed in social circles, and a talent for easily gaining favor with others through his looks, so the servants may quickly open up to him and confide in him about anything.
Simone saw Abel for the last time.
Abel had been waiting for his turn with his hands raised and his heart pounding with excitement.
It is a passion worthy of the protagonist.
With that kind of passion, you'd be willing to take on any difficult task, right?
Therefore.
“Abel, please hide in the garden outside the mansion tonight and check on the Viscount’s room.”
“Garden, hidden, the Viscount’s room. Got it!”
As expected. She knew he'd take care of it. Simone smiled brightly.
“If Abel is watching, if something happens tonight, you’ll be able to see if there’s someone outside knocking on the wall.”
“Is this important? Leave it to me!”
This is how the first team play of the five people who were colleagues in the original work began.
***
After a brief discussion, the group packed up their luggage in their respective rooms and gathered together again.
Viscount of Delang had arranged a separate place for the five to meet, where both meals and meetings would take place.
Finally, it's time for the long-awaited dinner.
Simone's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
If the meals of the fallen family, the Grand Duke of Illeston, were so delicious, how delicious would the meals of the noble family living within the castle walls be?
Just then the door opened and a plate full of well-prepared food came in.
“Wow!”
“Wow, you’re going to prepare it like this?”
As expected, it was a magnificent feast.
The butler, who had followed the group, and could not help but be amazed, said, “Ahem!” with a cough.
“I put more effort into the food than the Master eats. Our Master usually tries to skip meals, so there aren’t many dishes to choose from.”
“Oh, look at this. What is this? Is it chicken covered in salt?”
“Isn’t that a turkey?”
The group ignored the butler's words and focused on cooking. The butler sighed in disappointment and left the room with his servants.
And then the group's meal began.
A delicious smell fills the room.
Simone quickly took a portion of the salt-roasted turkey and placed it on her plate.
And the moment she takes a bite of it happily-
“Oh, what is this!”
She spat it out right away.
Not only Simone, but also Abel and Bianchi quickly spat out their food, and although Louis and Orkan did not spit, their faces looked like they were chewing sand.
“Oh my God, what did I eat?”
Bianchi spoke in astonishment, stirring his food.
The food was so tasteless.
It's not that the food didn't taste good, it's just that it had no taste. It really had no taste at all.
It tastes like the original flavor of the ingredients has been soaked in water for a long time and has been completely removed.
Even the texture was so sticky that she wondered if it had really been baked.
“Ouch! Gulp! Isn’t this the kind of food they put out there just to give it a try? It’s bad.”
“That’s right! It smells so good, but the taste is so weird!”
“They didn’t do this on purpose, did they?”
“Ugh... They probably didn’t do that on purpose. What if we just leave again after playing a prank like this?”
“So they really put out this tasteless stuff? What kind of stuff does this family eat?”
“... I will ask them to make it again first.”
Louis got up, followed by Orkan and Abel.
“Then we’ll go out and buy something to eat. It’ll be a problem if you bring back something that tastes bad.”
“Oh, okay, okay. Bye. Ugh, I feel sick because I ate something tasteless, so I’m going to go out for a bit and look around.”
Bianchi got up and left the room.
Everyone in the group leaves and Simone is left alone in the room.
Simone stood up, poking at the turkey she had just eaten in one bite.
Then, she hurriedly opened the curtains that had been closed towards the window.
In the dark window, there was nothing visible except Simone and the surrounding furniture reflected in the light.
'That's strange. I definitely felt a strong energy.'
Is this what it felt like when the director at the orphanage was stared at by a ghost with a strong grudge?
Although she couldn't see it, it felt like countless eyes were looking at her, in a word, she felt like all eyes were on her.
Simone's gaze, which had been blankly staring out the window, soon turned to the empty dishes piled high on the table.
"...Huh?"
Simone turned around.
On top of the bowl was still a feast with smoke coming up.
***
Scratch Scratch Scratch Scratch-
The room of the Viscount Delang.
Under the rapidly melting candlelight, the hand of Viscount Delang moves quickly as he writes.
Scratch Scratch Scratch Scratch Scratch-
His skin was pale and his eyes were sunken.
His eyes, bloodshot and wide open, stared at the writing written by the hand connected to his body without blinking.
Square square square square square square square-
Jeeeeek-
The paper eventually tore in his hands, moving so fast that it was invisible to the eye, and before he knew it, he was scribbling letters on his bare desk.
“Ugh... Ugh..."
Square square square square square square square square square square square square-
At that time, knock knock,
His butler came in, knocking on the door, and bowed his head.
“Master, I sent a meal to that necromancer party.”
“Shut up... Shut up... Shut up...”
Scratch Scratch ...
The flesh on her hand, unable to keep up with the speed of her writing, was scraped away, causing blood to burst out, gradually staining the desk with blood.
Still, Viscount Delang did not stop his hands.
The butler looked at him with wide eyes, lowered his head, and tilted the empty teapot over the empty cup.
“Then excuse me.”
Scratch Scratch
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
Do you come to my room every day?
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