[Sheriff, please choose speaking order]
[Player 14, your turn to speak.]
As always, Draco was the first to speakâbut this time, every eye in the room was fixed on her.
During the first dayâs debate, Dracoâs behavior had raised the most suspicion. It was only thanks to CĂș Chulainnâs "self-destruct" play diverting attention that sheâd managed to avoid being voted out.
But now, Ritsukaâs death had put her squarely in the crosshairs again. Even Sakatsukiâs earlier "werewolf self-stab" theory was starting to look shaky.
After just one round, everyone had started adapting rapidly. The players were getting sharper, instinctively analyzing probabilities:
How could only one person die overnight?
Option 1: The werewolves killed someone, the Dreamcatcher misprotected, and the Witch didnât act.
Option 2: The werewolves chose not to kill, and the Witch used poison.
Option 3: The Dreamcatcher targeted the same player twice, while the werewolves either didnât kill or their kill was saved by the Witch.
Out of these, Option 1 was the most likely.
Werewolves donât typically pass up the chance to killâitâs inefficient and wasteful unless absolutely necessary.
And the odds of a Dreamcatcher successfully targeting a werewolf on Night 1? Practically nil. Night 1 choices are random, and except for CĂș Chulainn, no one had made a major mistake. What reason would the Dreamcatcher have to believe theyâd found a werewolf so soon?
What they didnât know was that Sakatsuki, being a seasoned veteran, had already confirmed Ritsuka as a werewolf on Day 1. So based on pure logic, he too would default to Option 1, and reason forward to a conclusion:
Ritsuka couldnât be a werewolf.
Whoâd try to kill themselves twice, and fail to be saved both times? Thatâs just bad game sense.
So what about Draco, the one whoâd openly challenged Ritsuka?
Couldnât she be the real werewolf instead?
Under all these judging gazes, Draco remained perfectly calm, her tone as curt and direct as ever.
"Last night, Player 12âIllyaâs friend Miyuâis a werewolf."
After dropping this bombshell, she sat down. The little red dragon didnât offer a word of defense.
And, of course, chaos broke loose.
"Thatâs impossible! Thereâs no way Miyu could be a werewolf!"
Predictably, the only person whoâd stand up to defend Miyu with such passionate outrage was Illya. Sheâd stayed quiet the whole game, convinced she wasnât smart enough to follow the logicâbut now she rose like a knight defending her princess.
"Miyu would NEVER betray me!"
Ah, what a beautiful and pure (yuri-coded) friendship this is.
Sakatsuki, quietly spectating, wiped away a moved tear. At the same time, he mentally confirmed Illya as a genuine civilian, and noticed how Miyuâs ears turned bright redâguilt and conflict swimming in her otherwise calm eyes.
She might fool others with that poker face, but not Sakatsuki.
Especially since he had already confirmed Draco as the real Seer.
CĂș Chulainn, Ritsuka Fujimaru, and now Miyuâthree werewolves down, two still hiding.
[Player 11 receives a warning. Further disruptions will lead to disqualification and punishment.]
"Ah..." Illya blinked, realizing sheâd spoken out of turn. She bowed quickly and sat down, face flushed with embarrassment.
No sooner had she touched her seat than Miyu slid a plate of fruit over to her.
"Here, Illya. Have some fruit."
"Huh? Oh... Thanks, Miyu."
Illya blinked, thinking this was just a thank-you for her support. She picked up the plateâonly to see Miyu grab a box of snacks from the table and push it toward her too.
"Illya, dessert."
"...Ah. Okay."
But it didnât stop there. Miyu, looking around nervously, jumped off her chair despite her warning, ran over to Sakatsuki, and silently stretched out her hand.
The young man, understanding her silent request, just chuckled and patted her on the headâhanding over a giant bag of treats.
Illya watched in stunned silence as Miyu returned, arms full of snacks, and shoved all the loot into her lap.
"Illya, these are all for you..."
Enough already!!
Illyaâs mouth twitched. She grabbed her overly sweet friend by the shoulders.
"Miyu, stop it. No, even if you give me that innocent confused lookâjust... stop!"
Seriously. Thatâs enough.
The quiet observer, Kuro, silently averted her gazeâadamantly refusing to admit that she had, for just a split second, felt a twinge of envy...
Even if Illya couldnât see the guilt all over you, Miyu, the others sure couldâthose sharp-eyed onlookers donât miss a thing!
"Ahem!" Kuro could only fake a cough to force a shift in attention. "Guess itâs my turn. Hereâs my take..."
Just as Sakatsuki had predicted, after just a single round of Werewolf, everyone had leveled up fast. And Kuro, as usual, was her sly and cunning self. She didnât touch on the Miyu controversy. Instead, she reopened the case against Draco, dragging her actions back under the spotlight.
"Besides, if Big Sis Draco really is the Seer... then how exactly did Ritsuka-senpai die?"
She paused briefly, then parroted the werewolvesâ prearranged talking points:
"I think the Witch should come forward now. You must have used a potion over the past two nightsâwhether poison or potion, donât you think itâs time to say something? Help us understand the situation better."
Help who understand, exactly?
The werewolves, of course.
Sakatsuki leaned back, a vague smile on his face. It didnât reach his eyes.
And with that, the fourth werewolf was revealedâKuro. Who wouldâve thought? Illya was surrounded by nothing but werewolves!
But Kuro had slipped upâbadly. Sakatsuki noticed it immediately. Others might not catch it, but he wouldnât miss something so blatant.
Why would Kuro be so confident the Witch had used a potion?
Only the werewolves knew that theyâd attacked every night. Only the werewolves knew that their target had been saved each timeâeither by potion or protection.
And only the werewolves would know that Ritsuka hadnât been killed by themâbut by the Witch or the Dreamcatcher instead!
"Thatâs the difference between werewolves and civilians," came a low whisper from beside himâDraco, speaking quietly. "Wolves always end up spilling something they shouldnât."
She and Sakatsuki locked eyes for a moment. Nothing needed to be saidâthey both knew the truth.
In all honesty, Sakatsukiâs presence had severely undercut Dracoâs authority as Seerâbut for the civilian team, that was a huge advantage.
Still, Draco was in more danger than Kuro now.
"I agree with the previous speakers," Even Tamamo-no-Mae, who usually remained neutral, finally spoke up.
"To me, Draco has a high chance of being a werewolf. She likely killed the real Seer to take their place, and due to the conflict between the two âSeersâ on Day One, the Dreamcatcher protected the wrong personâleading to our Masterâs death. As for her accusing Miyu? That could be the wolves sacrificing their own to solidify her identity."
Indeed, werewolves sometimes sacrifice one of their own to make a fake Seer seem credible. One loss for a better disguise? An easy trade.
Miyuâs earlier behavior had already raised plenty of eyebrows. Now, Tamamoâs reasoning shifted public suspicion back onto Draco.
It was clear: the vote today would come down to Draco or Miyu.
And now, it was Player 7âs turnâArtoria Pendragon.
"First, I must apologize for yesterdayâs recklessness." Her aquamarine eyes were full of sincerity. "While Sir Mordredâs attitude played a part, I too was affected by internal doubts about our roles."
Despite the risk of drawing suspicion as a non-standard identity, Artoria openly acknowledged her special nature. Then she continued:
"That said, I choose to believe in Dracoâs evidence. And noâthis is not because of her connection with Sakatsuki."
"My reason is simpleâ"
The King of Knights sat upright in her chair, like presiding over a Round Table assembly, her voice firm and clear:
"Because I choose to trust... my intuition!"
Her tone was so serious, so Knightly, that everyone had to take a moment to let it sink in.
Intuition? Really?
Was she referring to some kind of legendary Sixthâor SeventhâSense?
Of course, some in the room began to realize what she truly meant...
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