Death's Nameless Poison

At 9 p.m., Drunkard sat in the command hall, holding the Conductor's Baton, but he couldn't find the feel of swinging it no matter what he tried.

Drunkard didn't care about the vote at all. After listening to Jingjing that evening, he voted for Rain Emperor.

The Traitor really had been voted out.

But...

Drunkard wasn't happy at all.

Because this wasn't his game rhythm at all!

Just then, Jingjing came to the command hall again, carrying two bowls of hot tea, and sat down beside Drunkard.

She handed one to Drunkard and held the other herself. She blew on the steam, then took a drink.

Drunkard stared at Jingjing and asked, "When did you realize Rain Emperor was the Traitor?"

"When?" Jingjing said.

"I didn't know. I was only guessing."

"On the first day, Rain Emperor had no reason at all to compete with Tianqi for the leader position. That was when I started feeling that something was wrong with her."

"Yesterday, I accidentally ran into Rain Emperor and Jumbo in the middle of a conflict. She was panicking, looking for someone to help her kill Jumbo."

"Her reaction was off."

"Even if she seriously injured someone, there weren't many players left in this Game, and two of them were Traitors."

"If Rain Emperor was a Good Person, then wasn't there a chance that Jumbo, who attacked her, was a Traitor?"

"But Rain Emperor acted as if Jumbo's death would definitely mean her own death, too."

"I wondered if she might be the Traitor who hadn't found a way to kill without losing Points."

"And, in my eyes,"

"one of Tianqi and Rain Emperor was bound to be the Traitor."

"From what I'd observed of Tianqi, he seemed less suspicious than Rain Emperor."

Drunkard looked at Jingjing, frowning slightly.