Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"The first night has arrived. Please start to rest. Medicine master, please take action within one minute."

*

Aecilia opened the window, and all she could see was a castle manor covered with red roses. There was a thick fog outside the manor, which should be the boundary of the copy.

The area she could see in the room was not very wide, and she didn't know if she could go out at night. Although it was highly likely that she couldn't, she still pushed the door tentatively——

The wooden door, which was very thin just now, did not move at all. At the same time, a sound sounded in my ears:

"Please don't leave your room at night."

Well, you really can't.

"Operation Medicine Master is over, please let the undercovers, wizards and sages start taking action."

The radio prompt sounded, and Aecilia, who was bored at night, climbed into the gorgeous bed, pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.

*

The next morning, when the hand of the wall clock on the wall of the room pointed to six o'clock, a loud broadcast woke her up:

"No one died last night."

"No one died last night."

"No one died last night."

……

The broadcast was repeated a full seven times, and Aecilia sat up from the bed dully.

...What a unique wake-up ringtone.

If it was her who died last night, and then she was woken up by such a ringtone today... her inner feelings must be very colorful.

At this moment, her inner feelings were very colorful. After Aecilia splashed herself with cold water to wake herself up, she began to think about the meaning behind this result.

Undercover agents are not philanthropic. It is impossible not to kill people on the first night, and the only people who can avoid harm at night are mortals who will never die at night and pharmacists who can feed themselves the antidote.

On the first night, when there is no information, the pharmacist will most likely feed himself the antidote. Then when the undercover or the wizard wants to kill a mortal or the pharmacist, there will be a situation where no one dies during the night.

The wizard only has one chance to kill in five nights, and he probably won't take action on the first night, so last night only the undercover and the pharmacist acted. The pharmacist fed himself the antidote, and the undercover either killed the herbalist or killed a mortal.

So in the eyes of the undercover, the identity of the undercover's action target last night was defined between a mortal and a pharmacist. In other words, there was a half chance that he would appear in the undercover's sight, and he was defined as one of the pharmacists and mortals. kind.

In other words, there is a 1 in 4 chance that she will reveal her true identity.

After sleeping and doing nothing, Ecilia brushed her teeth numbly, and then she patted her face in the mirror, which looked like she was in a bad mood, and pulled it out from the corner of her mouth. A faint smile.

Okay, it's time to show off your acting skills.

After she opened the door, she found that no one had come out yet, so she stood at the door and imitated the others who were waiting there, maintaining a cold expression on her face.

After a while, Lucius, who was the last to come out, slammed the door, looked at the four people who looked like their entire family had died, and spoke doubtfully:

"What's wrong? Didn't anyone die last night? Why don't you all look unhappy?"

Aecilia raised her eyes and glanced at him, pretending that she hadn't heard anything just now:

"Let's find out where to have breakfast together first?"

Miss Vincent said a sweet "Okay", Miss Smith nodded slightly, Mr. Leland smiled gently, and Mr. Lucius looked calm.

"What's going on? No one paid attention to what I said. As soon as this beautiful lady with gray hair opened her mouth, your expressions suddenly came to life, as if a corpse had been resurrected."

Miss Vincent elegantly lifted the hem of her pink gauze dress and saluted Mr. Lucius:

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's because everyone has been waiting for you for twenty minutes."

Lucius pretended to look at her in disbelief and wanted to say something, but he was choked by the gesture she made. His expression was extremely exciting.

Ryland, who smiled harmlessly, interrupted at the right moment. He looked at the person he was communicating with in the eyes in a polite manner:

"I've never heard of Lucius staying in bed in the morning."

Miss Smith, who had been watching quietly from the side, slightly raised her lips. Miss Vincent, who was encouraged, continued:

"Mr. Lucius, can you listen to the radio even when you are lying in bed? That's really amazing. You can remember the content of the radio even if you are not conscious. Or is it true that you got up early but just didn't go out on purpose? No. Are you doing something in the room that we cannot know? Is there anything that we cannot tell everyone so that everyone can help? "

The slightly shocked Aecilia pondered for a while, then said softly:

"Come on, Miss Vincent. Maybe Mr. Lucius doesn't need to listen to the radio to know the result, right?"

Lucius, whose expression became increasingly frightened, heard Miss Vincent reply immediately:

"It's not impossible. I understand, Miss Green."

Lucius said angrily:

"You don't understand anything! I said okay! I didn't cover my belly button with a quilt when I slept last night, so that's about it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Smith covered her mouth with both hands, and Vincent's smile gradually became kind:

"Oh, that's it. Then Mr. Lucius must remember to cover his belly button when sleeping tonight..."

Aecilia, who gritted her teeth desperately to prevent herself from laughing out loud, coughed and tried hard to suppress the smile on her face:

"Let's take the time to look around."

Everyone nodded and walked around the ancient castle where they were.

The room they lived in was on the fourth floor. On the fifth floor there were tea rooms, dance rooms, piano rooms and other leisure and entertainment venues. There were no more floors above, so they went downstairs.

The entire third floor has been opened up as a library, and there is also an office with tables and chairs.

There are many rooms with clean beds on the second floor, which should be guest rooms.

The first floor is the largest, with a living room, banquet hall, dining area and kitchen. After some discussion, everyone decided to gather in the living room on the first floor at four o'clock every afternoon to discuss the voting goals, because the proctor would start at five o'clock. The organization voted.

The rest of the time they were free to explore the manor, and now...

"Mr. Leland is so awesome. He can actually cook so many dishes. How about frying steak?"

Miss Vincent, who had a gentle and sweet smile, held the hem of her skirt and stood next to Mr. Leyland, who was wearing an apron, and pointed to the piece of raw steak she liked in the freezer.

"Can you stir-fry pork ribs? No, no, no, no, you can't even do this, right? Can you do it? Can you do it?"

Lucius, who was trying to use his repetition skills to annoy Leland to death for an ulterior purpose, received a gentle but indifferent look from the other party. At this time, Miss Smith found a new apron in another cabinet in the kitchen. He was holding the apron thoughtfully.

Miss Vincent suddenly lost her composure:

"No, no, no, no! I mean, we can't let Smith walk into the kitchen!"

She took the apron from Miss Smith, who was looking up blankly, and looked between Lucius, who was laughing rather unbeatably, and Aecilia, who was trying to take out the eggs from the freezer, but was so cold that she accidentally broke the egg. After lingering for a moment, he decisively handed the apron to Lucius, who seemed more reliable at this moment.