The Truth

Gryph picked up the metal spoon from the floor, only to discover that its tip had been sharpened and was extraordinarily pointed. It could easily be used as a knife.

At the same time, a notification sound rang in his ear.

'Congratulations, you have obtained the hidden reward, "Spoon of the Watcher." This spoon is formed from malice and can be converted between consciousness and physical matter.'

"Malice... Is that another concept William invented for the performance?"

Gryph stared at the spoon in his hand. He fiddled with it for quite a while, but failed to achieve the so-called transformation.

When he tried to understand 'malice,' recalling some unpleasant memories and wanting to kill someone, the spoon in his hand immediately broke apart into dim particles and was stored in his wrist.

He could even feel a spoon that was both illusory and real embedded inside his arm.

"Hm? This realistic illusion is a little too realistic, isn't it? I'll have to ask William about it after the performance."

After roughly figuring out how to control the spoon, Gryph immediately lay down at the attic's only exit and called out, but received no response.

He decisively drew his revolver and aimed at the lock on the hidden hatch.

Bang!

The bullet flew out and destroyed the external lock.

Just as Gryph was preparing to leave the attic, a buzz! A wave of ringing in his ears accompanied by intense dizziness suddenly struck him.

He abruptly opened his "Third Eye," only then discovering that some colorless, odorless gas had begun seeping through the cracks in the floor of the dark attic.

"I have to get out of this villa while I'm still conscious... As long as I can jump from the master bedroom window and land on the street, I can