The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

The same applies to Nikaido Hiro at this moment.

When the thought of believing in Hoshino Utsunomiya arose in her heart for a moment, and she kept digging out clues in her memory that she could trust, she came up with quite a few reasonable explanations.

She would then naturally trust him.

...but that's not enough.

We can't trust him so easily.

We must learn from this lesson and not so easily entrust our trust to others.

If I trust him again so easily, and then get betrayed again...

Hiro Nikaido felt he would be stressed.

She originally planned to use the excuse of exploring the prison with him to observe his reaction and get a closer look at his character.

Whether he pretends to be someone who doesn't feel distant and occasionally bumps into her, follows behind her to smell her scent, or walks in front of her and deliberately stops to let her bump into him.

He maintained a safe distance from her, much like a misogynist, and focused entirely on exploring the prison, completely ignoring her presence.

All of these results met her expectations.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have any intention of being with me.

But it doesn't matter. No matter who he's with, you don't necessarily have to stay close enough to observe someone.

Sometimes you can see things more clearly from a distance.

Nikaido Hiro decided to follow them.

To stalk, to spy on, to observe.

Only by thoroughly investigating a person, like a private detective, can one see their true nature.

As for witches...

It seems like there might be some truth to that.

It's okay, it won't be Emma or myself anyway.

Even if it's about voting.

Pull Emma along, then have Emma pull Utsunomiya Hoshino along, and so on...

...It seems like there were three votes.

If there are seven people in total, not only can the three votes not be used for kidnapping, but they are also very likely to allow the other four to unite and vote out one of the three of them first.

—If this really is some kind of werewolf game.

Unfortunately, this isn't Werewolf. Although it's disguised as Werewolf, Nikaido Hiro thinks that for them right now, the last thing they need to consider is whether or not there's a witch.

Because it's meaningless.

Yes, the witch kills one person randomly every day, and as long as the witch is not identified, they will face the threat of death every day.

But how do I find it? How do I want to find it? How do I need to find it? How can I find it?

They had absolutely no idea about it.

The only people you can trust are those you know well, and the only people you can rely on are those right in front of you.

Rather than judging whether someone is a witch in disguise by observing their words and actions, the more correct approach is to protect those you trust, establish clear and distinct 'small groups,' and eliminate all other 'outsiders' through kidnapping.

This is the simplest and most direct approach.

...but that is the most incorrect approach.

will die.

Although she was slow to realize it, and it was something she shouldn't have done, Nikaido Hiro had to admit that it was only now that she seemed to have realized the real problem.

The most important issue, the most crucial issue, the issue that should not be forgotten or ignored.

Huh? Will I die?

Oh right, that owl said the witch kills people every day, didn't it?

When did the deaths of others and oneself become so casually dismissed?

Was it because he subconsciously wanted to avoid the memory of Yuki's death, thus ignoring death itself? Was it because the relaxed demeanor of the others around him, who seemed to have no sense of urgency that he would die at the end of the day, affected him?

Or is it...?

For a long time now, she has been living a muddled life. Her sluggish brain has only processed the things that she cared about most in her heart, and all she can see is the existence of someone named Utsunomiya Hoshino.

This is why Nikaido Hiro overlooked it.

They were in a prison.

They were facing a witch.

"..."

Oh no, my head is starting to hurt.

It was as if the stick that had once struck Hoshino Utsunomiya had now struck him on the head again. Lying on the hard bed, Hiro Nikaido frowned deeply.

...They're actually going to play Werewolf.

He sat up, turning over, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

As I recall, the witch encyclopedia would contain relevant information, right?

Witchhood, remains, prison rules, and...

vote.

Every word displayed on the screen was so incorrect, so unbearable to look at.

Even so, Nikaido Hiro read it word by word.

Finally, her gaze settled on a passage.

Voting will begin at 6:30 AM as scheduled; please do not be late.

As a result, Nikaido Hiro's hand gripping the phone tightened involuntarily.

The witch kills one person every day.

Although it's unclear how the witch killed, whether it was when they were forced to separate and return to their cells at night, silently opening the cell door and randomly choosing a target to kill, or whether she simply used that unknown magic to kill, or whether she didn't choose night at all, but rather during the day, right now during this period of confinement, to secretly kill.

But no matter what, the killings took place earlier than the voting began.

In other words, someone is bound to die at the hands of the witch.

Even if it only takes a day to find the witch's location, it will inevitably involve the sacrifice of one person.

If it were me who had to sacrifice, if it were me who had to sacrifice.

On one hand, there is a sense of justice that makes her unwilling to see anyone else die in front of her; on the other hand, there is a sense of fear that quietly rises in her heart because she cherishes her own life.

This is a fear that one would still subconsciously feel even with the ability to rewind time, a fear stemming from instinct.

No one can truly be indifferent to the fact that they will die. Death rewinding cannot alleviate the pain of death, which is why, on the day Yuki died, he never thought of using suicide to rewind.

Putting down his phone, Nikaido Hiro couldn't help but grab his hair.

The hair roots were being gently tugged, a pain that was clearly felt but not enough to elicit a cry of pain. This controlled pain kept the girl's mind clear.

Whom should we suspect?

How can I avoid being randomly selected and killed by a seemingly uncontrollable witch?

And there's Hoshino Utsunomiya and Emma...

We can't ignore it, we have to take it into consideration.

but.

...Speaking of which, there's that woman named Hasumi Ryoua.

From the very beginning, she tried to guide the situation, saying things like "trust everyone" to make everyone give up doubting others, and even referring to Utsunomiya Hoshino as a married man.

Frankly, it's highly suspicious.

Moreover, she seemed to have her eye on him.

...Will I be the first one they kill?

If so, being targeted at this moment, death may be inevitable.

But if possible, at least... find her weakness before she dies.

Then, back to this morning, let's do it again.

"......call."

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, time seemed to fly by unexpectedly quickly. Before I knew it, two hours of confinement had passed, and the cell door clicked open.

I've been thinking about this for a long time, and my thoughts are very jumbled and exhausting to sort out.

My thoughts are still in complete disarray.

But at least, it seems that you can see a few loose threads now.

With a cold expression, she got up and walked to the door, opening the cell door. A tall, blonde woman with her hair styling stood in the doorway beside Nikaido Hiro, the wind whistling past her.

"Hey, Hiro, the man you were thinking about the most has left with his girlfriend and his mistress who calls herself a detective. It looks like only you and I are left here."

Hasumi Ryoga greeted her in this way.

"So, as a left-behind child who was also abandoned, are you interested in traveling with me now?"

Undeterred, Hasumi Rhea once again extended an invitation to Nikaido Hiro.

She extended her hand, waiting for the girl's response.

This is the third time.

Things shouldn't happen more than three times.

"..."

Nikaido Shiro glanced at the cell door where Utsunomiya Hoshino and Sakura Emmana seemed to have left, then looked back at Hasumi Rhea's hand, which was suspended in mid-air.

"it is good."