"I feel like someone is watching ..."
Cecilia muttered while looking up at the ceiling of the room. She lays on her back on the assigned bunk bed, thinking about her.
The gaze I felt a little since I was in the Oscar and the rescue tent. At that time I thought it was a distraction, but when we were having dinner together, Cecilia was convinced by his glance that he was "seeing by someone."
"Who is watching ..."
At dinner, there were too many people around and I had no idea who was looking.
Cecilia arose and looked down at Oscar, preparing to go to the public bath below.
"Hey, Oscar"
"what?"
Looking back at annoying faces. Did he not want to call out now?
Cecilia talked with such feelings.
"I feel like someone is watching me ..."
"I'm not watching !?"
As the spinal reflexes say so, Cecilia hardens.
Why is his cheek suddenly red?
"I know that."
"That's right ..."
He squinted his towel, gazing away.
"Who did you see me, didn't you?-Especially at dinner. You were next to Oscar, right?"
"No, I didn't notice ..."
"I see"
(Maybe the killer is aiming at me?)
I don't know what the killer's purpose is, but he's definitely trying to kill the candidate.
No one seems to have been sacrificed yet in this world, but the story that the killer who failed to kill the candidate with Azalea's bruises quickly noticed Cecilia's dress and came to kill him.
(There was no such event in the game, but I'm so crazy, I don't know ...)
The third candidate may have already been killed, not just being mentioned in the newspapers.
A little scared, Cecilia steps down the ladder and approaches the Oscar.
He remains behind.
"Thank you, what about the bath? If you don't enter early, you will not be able to enter the public bath.
"Oscars are pretty commonplace."
"What?"
Oscar looked back with a suspicious face.
"The prince thought he wouldn't go into a public bath"
"Who wouldn't enter if it wasn't this kind of opportunity?"
"Well, that's right because everyone is noble."
One thing that is hard to do in an aristocratic society is a forest school. Cooking, cleaning, and bathing with someone are not common in aristocratic societies.
(I love everyone, big bath)
But that doesn't come true on my present day.
"I pass! I'll take a shower in my room!"
"Really"
"Oh, did you want to go together?"
He may be a person who likes "naked relationships". He had no intention, and when he simply asked, he suddenly coughed.
"Oh, that's not true !!"
"Even if you don't desperately deny ..."
"Well, I have Cecilia!
(Why would I come out there?)
Dyed like a boiled red, he is trembling.
I'm not sure what I'm saying.
"I'm gonna go ..."
Oscar mutters with a tired face.
Cecilia nodded one.
At that time, the window glass made an unnatural noise with a gun.
"eh!"
Looking back in a hurry, my eyes met the black figure looking at me. He or she is turning his bloodshot eyes toward Cecilia.
"Kyuaaaaaa !!"
The blood drained from my whole body, and I hugged my Oscars facing backwards with a tackle on my waist.
"Now!"
Oscar struck his head at the door with the momentum that Cecilia had tackled. A terribly painful sound resounds in the room. "Oi! Cecil !!"
"O, Oscar!
Cecilia pointed at the window, caught on Oscar's waist.
"Huh? Where? There's no one anywhere."
"e?"
Looking back horribly. As Oscar said, no one was there.
"Huh? ...?"
"And this is the third floor. How do you get up?"
Cecilia opened the window and looked around. It was dark outside and I could not see through, but nobody was there as far as I could see.
"Such ..."
Perhaps he heard Cecilia's heartfelt voice and felt pity. Oscar also comes to the window to check.
And I was surprised at what I found.
"Hey, Cecil"
"What?"
"How much you're a crazy guy, don't you get out of here?"
"I can't do it."
"Look here"
Oscar pointed at the ledge under the window.
"e?"
Incredibly clearly, there were traces of somebody there.