Chapter 0872-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

The one he and Loseweather had found earlier [The Great Detective] was used by Loseweather to prove Leon’s innocence.

And now that the game is at this point, a prop card that can be checked is critical.

After all, the fewer people left, the more information the check prop cards can bring.

Leon put the [Great Detective] away and then proceeded to wander around the old castle.

About ten minutes later, he vaguely saw a staff member not far from the corner of the corridor, crouching and drawing something.

Leon frowned slightly and walked quickly up to check it out.

By the time he got there, the staff had just left.

Leon watched him with a sidelong glance as he moved away, then retracted his gaze to where he had just been.

Then, almost as if startled, Leon took half a step backward.

It was a small humanoid silhouette.

The center of the outline reads:

[Friendsa]

Moon …… was knifed!

For a moment, even Leon couldn’t accept this sudden surprise.

When…what method…did Moune just …… get knifed by that wolf?

An unexplained feeling of fear slowly grew and spread in Leon’s mind.

I really didn’t realize that playing a family reunion game could be psychological.

After calming down a bit, Leon slowly crouched down and reached over the words [Friend A], then revealed a helpless and bitter smile.

“Little Moon, you haven’t gotten to eat Dad’s tribute this time.”

After a bitterly funny moment, Leon got up and clapped his hands together, his eyes becoming more serious and heavy.

Even if it’s a game, don’t underestimate the ‘desire for revenge’ of a daughter slave.

……

The communal kitchen, where Loseweather had just prepared a cupcake, held it in the palm of her hand, the

“Let’s hope it works a little bit.”

“What works?”

A familiar voice suddenly came from the kitchen doorway.

Luckily, the Queen had already developed some guts from this game, so she wasn’t intimidated.

She turned around and Leon was leaning crookedly against the doorway with his arms wrapped around his chest.

“Why are you here?” Loseweather asked.

“Moune was knifed.”

Leon got right to the point.

Loseweather froze in place, and her face froze.

The “role-playing” nature of this