“What’s for dinner?”

Bella’s serious expression soon turned into a smile of nostalgia as we both met up with our group, but just as I was about to hug everybody… Aisa said,

“God damn, Orion. You smell like **,”

“Oh, I guess I haven’t taken a shower in over… a week. Yeah, a week,” I muttered, and so Aisa immediately sent me to the bathroom.

Once I had been cleaned up and I smelled good again, I then hugged everybody, and we all ate a nice and peaceful dinner.

The army outside was being directed by some of the servants in this household, though… I could no longer trust them.

“Hey, how did information like this get out?” I asked once, basically all interrogation about where I’ve been died down.

Of course, I didn’t tell them anything.

“Information on how the head was sick and out of commission?” Findir asked before gently patting his mouth with a neat napkin.

“Yeah, basically,”

“Well, we obviously have a traitor. I’ve interrogated a few people that I suspected, but there has been nobody that has confessed or lied to me about anything… Tch… this is so **ing annoying,” Luna snarled before staring up at the ceiling.

“I guess we just need to be warier of our movements,” Cy shrugged, and everybody else shrugged with him… besides me.

All of a sudden, a man cloaked in black entered the room, but when he removed his hood, a head full of long white hair matched with matte white eyes appeared.

Everybody looked at him with a bit of surprise… until our faces warped into sadistic smiles that sent chills down the man’s spine.

“Nice poison dick head,” Cy smirked and then turned his head around to the maid, acting as if she was shocked by his appearance.

He grabbed her throat and then pulled her face right in front of him, causing her to melt with absolute fear.

Our eyes landed on her as thick drops of sweat rolled down her cheek and moistened the collar of her maid dress.

“Kekekeke… I think my acting was the best,” Luna muttered with a large smile before slowly getting out of her chair and placing her hand atop the maid’s head.

A pink light projected into her skull, and Cy suddenly threw her to the edge of the room, where she began to scream maniacally, scaring the rest of the present maids.

“H-Huh? The poison isn’t working?” The cloaked man who had just entered muttered to himself, too shocked to even comprehend the situation.

“Shit, that was some strong poison,” Aisa muttered before opening her mouth and letting a black liquid drip off her tongue and onto the table, disintegrating the stone material.

“Alright, you son of a bitch. Ryan Boisegeze… what a basic ass name. Do you want to die swiftly or get torn to shreds? The choice is up to you,” I smiled.

The man looked up, down, to the side, everywhere he could possibly land his eyes on…, and he eventually decided to call a non-existent bluff.

He gathered a mass of white magic in his hand that formed into the shape of a spear, and after chucking it straight at me, he charged toward us.

All of the maids were kindly led out of the room by Aisa, who had a sadistic smile, and once everybody had swiftly exited the room, she turned around and disappeared into a few snowflakes that scattered across the floor.

She then reappeared behind the man and stabbed a metal dagger straight through his neck, knocking him to the floor where he choked and writhed with pain.

“What is a weakling like you trying to do… Are you trying to ruin your family’s plans or maybe get your family to recognize a weakling like you?” Findir taunted the man like his shadow suddenly expanded into tendrils that swirled around until they created a gust of wind so strong that they ripped the assassins from their hiding places.

They were all then neatly gathered into a pile right in front of us and right next to the slowly dying man.

He was only a few years older than us, but he was so extremely weak due to the neglect of his family… what a joke.

“*sigh*… Where is the head butler?” I asked Bella, who mercilessly burned the assassins and man into nothing but ashes which scattered upon coming in contact with Findir’s wind.

“He is still keeping an eye on the head. Anyway, what should we do with this maid?” Bella asked as Luna lifted the illusion from the elven maid and poked her cheek like she was a plushy.

“Tell The Truth,” I ordered, but this time only directed it to the maid, so everybody else only heard me mutter under my breath.

Controlling this took quite a while, but after you realize that the tongue skill is literally just a tangible version of your voice, then you can direct it to whoever and how many you want.

And just as I had expected, the maid began to spill lots of juicy information, such as the other traitors within the mansion and the deals made between her and the other families.

“Why didn’t you do this to the man and the assassins?” Bella asked, a bit annoyed.

“Well, first of all, the assassins had all their fingers cut off in case of interrogation, so I would assume they also cut off their tongue. Then the man… you killed him before I could even say anything,”

“Whatever… I doubt he had anything valuable anyway. He’s probably just a pawn in the system,”

“Probably,” I shrugged, and soon, we had cleaned the dining hall back up and gathered every single servant within the mansion beside the one outside helping the army.

Everything was going according to the plan me and Luna had come up with after she talked with me in the shower… kinda.

She was outside the shower while I was inside the shower, but there was nothing else there besides our discussion.

I think of her more as a sister, but obviously, I wouldn’t be showering with my sister… that would be **ing weird.

“All of you have a chance to confess before we announce the traitors,” Bella announced, and the atmosphere within the hall tensed.