Chapter 12: The One and Only
Although he couldn’t attend the group meeting due to “food poisoning,” Leon wasn’t twiddling his thumbs.
Taking advantage of this downtime, he wandered around the old castle, hoping to trigger some exclusive ‘lone wolf’ tasks tied to his identity.
The intel card mentioned that completing tasks could stack up advantages.
Leon was currently on his own, and even though he had the Black Holy Stone, it often felt like a hot potato—one that could get him booted out if anyone found out about it.
Especially as the game progressed, everyone would be desperate, searching high and low for that Black Holy Stone.
So, Leon had to gather his chips while the game was still in its early, more relaxed days.
But after wandering around without any luck, he still hadn’t found anything useful.
He hadn’t encountered any glorious task items like Roswiser’s, which could “hard control” someone for a turn just by having them eat a pastry, thus blocking them from the meeting.
“Ugh… How come finding a chef’s task is so easy, but my lone wolf task is like searching for Bigfoot?”
Muttering to himself, Leon headed back to his room.
About ten minutes later, he heard the sounds of a door opening and closing outside.
The meeting on the first floor must be over; Isar had returned.
[Please find the ‘Doctor’; there’s medicine for food poisoning there.]
That’s what the Shadow Stone had said earlier.
And Isar had drawn the identity card of the doctor.
Without wasting any time, Leon got up and went to Isar’s room.
He didn’t want to dawdle too long—if he still had food poisoning for the next meeting, everyone would start voting him out.
Knock knock knock—
“Come in.”
Leon pushed the door open.
Isar was lounging on the couch with that initial intel card in hand.
When she saw Leon, Isar slowly returned the card to its wooden box and closed it.
Then, she turned to Leon, propping her pretty chin on one hand, smiling brightly, and asked,
“Got something on your mind, brother-in-law?”
Leon shrugged, “The NPC said I have food poisoning, and you have the antidote.”
Isar paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully,
“So that’s the rule… Pretty realistic, huh?”
“Right. So, do you have the antidote?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Isar’s Shadow Stone chimed in with the voice of a staff member,
“The antidote is in the ‘Doctor’s’ storage room.”
“Note: The medicine is a game item, a safe-to-eat fruit candy.”
Isar raised an eyebrow, “Hmph, interesting.”
Saying that, the red-haired beauty got up and sauntered toward the storage room,
“Just a moment, your Red Dragon healer will fetch your medicine.”
Leon chuckled.
Alright, we’re getting into character now.
Before long, Isar returned with a few ‘antidotes’ in hand.
She opened her palm, revealing candies of various colors.
“So, my frail brother-in-law, do you want the orange-flavored antidote, the apple-flavored one, or… oh, this one’s mint-flavored. Which do you prefer?”
“Gimme the orange flavor.”
“I had a feeling you’d pick orange.”
Leon was momentarily stunned. “Why’s that?”
“Because Little Luo absolutely loves oranges!”
“… That has nothing to do with Roswiser, sis.”
Isar tossed the orange candy to Leon.
He caught it effortlessly.
“Of course, it’s related. Lovers subtly influence each other; if she likes something, you’d naturally try it too and eventually enjoy it together.”
Leon shook his head and forced a bitter smile, “Then care to guess who made me food poisoned?”
Isar blinked her bright eyes, quickly piecing it together.
“Oh~ The chef! A very convenient identity—killing without a trace. This is way more fun than the family Werewolf game we played before.”
There was a hint of excitement in Isar’s tone.
She loved games that required brainpower.
Especially when her brother-in-law could potentially be her rival; it made for a thrilling experience.
Leon popped the fruit candy into his mouth, and the Shadow Stone chimed in, indicating he was no longer food poisoned and could attend the meeting.
“So, why would Roswiser poison me?”
Leon crossed his arms and frowned, contemplating aloud,
“Could it be… she stole the Black Holy Stone, poisoned me so I couldn’t attend the meeting, and then tried to rally everyone to vote me out?”
As he floated the question, he slyly “smeared” his wife’s name, blaming Roswiser for stealing the Black Holy Stone.
Isar thought for a moment before she replied,
“From what I know about Little Luo, her reason for poisoning you might not be too complicated.”
“So?”
“So she might just be… doing it for laughs.”
Leon covered his face in silence.
Using a precious “hard control” opportunity just for a giggle was quite the abstract move in any type of Werewolf game—
But considering it was that scheming, vindictive Mother Dragon targeting Leo, it all made sense.
“Okay then, sis, what’s your main task as a doctor?”
Leon got straight to the point.
“Oh, I’m a veterinarian, mainly treating small animals. Like a certain food-poisoned relative.”
Leon could tell she was joking.
She tossed the question back at him in a playful tone—sister-in-law’s skills were on point.
But Leon hadn’t expected to unveil it this easily.
“And you, brother-in-law, what’s your main task?”
“Protect the princess, of course.”
“Oh? Protecting the princess?”
“Yep. The Black Holy Stone is currently stolen, and the princess ordered a lockdown of the castle. I suspect the thief might be desperate enough to go after the princess directly.”
Leon spewed out a serious line of nonsense,
“So, naturally, our good guy team has to protect the princess. If she gets harmed, the game could end right there, right?”
When General Leon referred to his “good guy team,” his expression and gaze brimmed with conviction.
As if the Black Holy Stone hiding under the kitchen sink didn’t even exist!
Ah, what can he say? This is just the confidence of the righteous (Hey, Old Kang, take note).
But Isar didn’t comment much on that. She merely said,
“Well then, good guy brother-in-law, you better hurry and pledge your loyalty to the princess.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because you missed the earlier meeting, everyone suspects you’ve got something going on and wants to dig into your background.”
“I missed the meeting because Roswiser poisoned her husband, geez!”
Isar shrugged, “If she didn’t say anything, who would know?”
The beauty of the hard control lone wolf move is that it lets people slander Leon while he can’t attend meetings.
“Do you believe me, sis?”
“As your relative, I believe you; but as a doctor in the game, I certainly have to keep an eye on you.”
Big sis was indeed smart.
Her answers in this simple identity poker were as tight as a drum.
“Fine.”
Leon paused before adding,
“Wait a second, sis. If Roswiser didn’t poison me just for laughs, but really intends to rally the others to vote me out while I can’t attend the meeting, then she’s likely the one who did steal the Black Holy Stone!”
Upon hearing that, Isar pondered for a moment. “That is a possibility. There should be a ‘lone wolf’ faction in this game, capable of striking without a care. Moreover…”
“Moreover?”
“Little Luo targeting you is very much within my expectations. If given the chance, you’d definitely be the first to strike her.”
“…”
Smack—
Isar clapped her hands, the ship of their CP sailed into the sunset,
“Wow, you two really sync on this! Truly a match made in heaven~”
Please, stop with the cheesiness, big sis!
But I gotta say, if given the chance, Leon probably would indeed stab Roswiser first!
Married men have one hobby—stabbing their wives.
“So what’s your next move?” Isar asked.
“Like you said, I’ll go pledge my loyalty to Noia since she has the princess identity.”
“Hmm… Sounds good, go for it.”
Leon waved his hand. “Thanks for the orange-flavored antidote, sis. I’m off.”
“Bye! Don’t let Little Luo’s beauty tricks fool you again, okay?”
She laughed, as if she already guessed what had just happened with him and Roswiser in the kitchen.
Leon scoffed and said nothing, turning and walking out.
Once he left, Isar sat back on the couch, opened the wooden box on the table, and pulled out the intel card she had just looked at.
Actually, it wasn’t the initial intel card; it was something she earned from completing a hidden task at the end of the meeting.
This card only contained two words:
“The One.”
Isar’s mind stirred,
“The one… what could that refer to?”
