As if they had succeeded in straightening their backs after almost bending over in surrender for a while, Cake had now succeeded in bringing their minds to the peak of hope after passing through the valley of despair. Monkey Cake's brain contains a forest of tactics filled with banana trees, now he has managed to harvest a lot of fruit. Cake in the end was still able to give them a choice.
Cake got up from his seat, then back and forth explaining like a professional teaching lecturer.
“This strategy is very simple and sustainable. This villa will be the bait and give a strange and foreign impression in their eyes. You four people, will be in charge of compiling it.” Cake pointed at Aunt Mildsven, Agnes, Grunt and Sistine. “You are going to make this villa some kind of cursed and haunted building. Make a barricade resembling rice field dolls holding hands. And on that canvas, paint something scary, it doesn't have to be good, the important thing is that your mind says it's scary enough. That way the empty fortress will be the responsibility of the four people I appointed earlier, "
Just as Cake was about to continue his explanation, Aunt Mildsven raised her hand swiftly. “Do kidnappers have a fear of the occult? Will that work?”
“Kidnappers are human too, just like us. They would think twice once they set foot on this absurdity. The more suspicious when the villa were dark and only filled with scary objects, the more doubtful their hearts became. Ah, in addition, two people will play lights and silhouettes. We're going to actually create a haunted empty fortress, to distract them at least a certain percentage. For preparations in the villa let me and Mlle. Shiomi alone, "replied Cake.
Hearing the word 'haunted' from Cake's mouth, the three youngsters got a little goosebumps. Because the problem that they experienced before has not yet come to light. Especially Ren who said to herself, that actually there was no need to turn this villa into a haunted place because it was already haunted to begin with. But life is their current objective, the three youngsters only think practically and carry out according to plan without paying attention to uncertain things.
"Before five o'clock in the afternoon, after that we return to the dining room to discuss the distribution of roles. Any question?"
Two people raised their hands. "What about the guerrillas? Who is taking care of the preparations?” Ren asked.
Cake nodded, then turned to Agnes. "Please, Mlle. Agnes?”
"Hm... what about... Lady De Polcester?" One other question that actually wanted to ask earlier. Everyone's gazes were also actually lacking in confidence, but it was also hard to forget.
"Well, I'll take care of that myself…." Cake closed his eyes, impressed uncertain. He might have thought of other ways to fill the role though his tone was a little dubious. "About the guerrilla..."
“It's easy, we hide in the back forest, taking out one by one. Technically divided into two roles, decoy and attacker,” explained Cake lightly and sounded trivial.
"What? Don't tell me that's the only last line of defense? By killing ourself?” exclaimed Grunt, protesting. That's very understandable, considering they were fighting with the firearmed silencer. Apart from being dangerous, they also have the potential to be attacked by extraordinary fear because at any time a gun is fired, the sound is not heard. "After all, we don't know later what weapons they carry, right?"
The three youngsters agreed even though they objected to Cake's silly way, at first.
"This is the only last line of defense, but not suicidal, monsieur. I have no intention of throwing anyone's life away," Cake added. “No strategy guarantees one hundred percent safety. Or if there is…”
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“That person must be a god.”
After hearing that, they had no other choice. But rather than continuing to argue and waiting for the alarm to sound, it would be the same as waiting to die, thought Ren.
***
The sunlight looks orange, coming through the window without being shy. Those were the faces of her friends, Sistine and Grunt, who had previously sharply rejected Cake's suggestion, now without shame take the advice. Ren briefly recalled an incident in the past, the three of them with Sistine and Grunt doing summer camp activities. From the window of the first floor harbored a bit of envy, Ren thought the smiles and sweat that they were dripping as if accompanied by enthusiasm.
"What's wrong, Mlle. Shiomi?” Cake asked Ren who had been curious looking out the corridor window near the stairs. At that time they had just finished preparations and were resting.
“Yeah, seeing the four of them is like going back in time. Three of them, with one young coach, Miss Beryl, and Aunt Thompson that more senior in term of experience, the perfect group. Well, now I feel the feelings of one of the other children who feel sad when they are separated from their desired group.” Ren glanced right at the woman who loved her wooden box like she did this morning at the dining table. Ren really objected to being close to her, even worse, Cake made them a group.
Lady De Polcester, who had previously been teased by Ren, now wears a sportier tight cloth with a shotgun on her back with an aesthetically pleasing facade and carvings. Her behavior is still the same, holding the unique wooden box as if holding her baby. Ren understood that Lady De Polcester was mentally unwell, but she still couldn't tolerate her savage behavior this morning. In the end, all Ren knows is that Lady De Polcester is not mute.
For a moment Ren's glance made Lady De Polcester reply with a glance as well. Until that terrible wide smile horrified Ren once again.
"Can I borrow the necklace?" Lady De Polcester's hand stretched out, slowly approaching. The good news is that now Lady De Polcester is more talkative, but at the same time worrying both Ren and Cake, is bad news.
Ren scrunched up her face in horror, hiding behind Cake's back.
“Ma-madame Polcester, you promised me. If you become a good queen, I will open the box later.” Cake confronted her, became a life guardrail for Ren.
"When? When?" asked Lady De Polcester impatiently, as if like a child promised a new toy. She put the wooden box on the floor, her hands tugging at Cake's clothes.
Luckily Aunt Mildsven got there before things got much more complicated. She immediately grabbed Lady De Polcester. “Mr. Cake we have done the prepared…”
“Ah yes, thank you, Madame Mildsven. Immediately have everyone gather in the dining room. As well as invite Lady De Polcester, we will follow soon," replied Cake. It was clear to Ren that Cake was actually having trouble with Lady De Polcester.
Aunt Mildsven without another word, immediately pulled Lady De Polcester by force as if a child were being dragged away from adult affairs. Cake and Ren both looked relieved to see the troublesome woman was gone. The wooden box was left behind, slightly attracting Ren's attention.
"Hm...?" Ren crouched down, picked up the box while turning sideways. “Well, a unique souvenir. I've always wondered what's in it." She shook the box by putting her ear close, but unfortunately she didn't hear anything. Even hers hand didn't feel a kick from an object, Ren started to think that the paper had nothing in it.
On the front side there is a keyhole which Ren thinks is very strange.
"Why do you think the holes are circular, Mr. Cake?” Her pointed to the front of the box. Unfortunately, Cake didn't pay attention at all, didn't even pay attention to it.
“Mr. Cake-“
“Mlle. Shiomi, I want to confirm something. As you told me this morning, the three of you are looking for a ghost?” chimed in Cake with another question.
“Y-yeah… because we couldn't calm down with those voices. Someone had entered our room, and had given Sistine and me goosebumps when he a little pulled up the blanket. Then it left, we could tell by the source of the sound getting farther away, making it a chance to confirm whether it was a ghost or not. Unfortunately the Grunt fell asleep then I banged hard. When the voice came back, it strangely turned into Aunt Mildsven and Agnes' conversation,” Ren explained.
Cake nodded slightly, but he immediately changed the topic. There was still something else he wanted to confirm.
"Then about the necklace. Why did you decide to wear it in the end?” asked Cake.
Ren lent the necklace to Cake for a while. The necklace appears silver in color with an oval sapphire gemstone. The size of the oval is the size of a woman's thumb, surrounded by small diamonds.
“I was raised by my Aunt McMurtagh at an orphanage in Wales. She is strict and disciplined but kind-hearted, and she is too old. When I was about seven or eight years old, she gave me a little black box. It contains this necklace. She advised not to sell this necklace to anyone and at any cost, the necklace wards off bad luck and evil spirits, she said before she fell ill," explained Ren.
Cake used the skylight and aimed the sapphire. Then he brought his eyes closer to stare at the gemstone behind the light. The blue of the gemstone when exposed to light is like looking at the sky from the bottom of the ocean. Although just looking at it at least made Cake feel an exhilarating chill and cool feeling. “Indeed this is a very expensive and valuable gem. It should be kept without anyone knowing,”
"When you said that I was a bit surprised actually..." Ren remembered something. She told Cake that she had actually shown the necklace to Grunt and Sistine occasionally, but never mentioned that it was an repel to spirits. "Surprisingly, Sistine was the one who reminded me of that,"
Cake was silent for a moment, but he seemed to understand it. “Oh, maybe it's because it's made of silver. Movies often say that,"
"Well, there are at least two people who think the same,"
Cake immediately handed over the necklace. He looked at the woman deeply. Even Cake's eyes were about to touch Ren's eyes. Instead of forming a cliche romantic atmosphere, but an unstoppable warning.
“Now hope you remember this. You won't be using this with you later. Keep it in a safe place, you understand?” Cake's tone, which sounded calm and heavy, seemed to move Ren's intuition to believe those words. Ren immediately headed to her room to put the necklace where it lay before.
Within seconds she was back. Now they stepped up one of the twin staircases.
“Oh one more thing, Mlle. Shiomi, how do you know this villa?” asked Cake, his eyes darting to Ren suspiciously. “There's no way anyone would leave a few inns for a three hour walk, right? If that's a coincidence, at least it's pretty creepy,"
Ren grinned a little. “Oh no! It was indeed a coincidence. But you could also say not. There is an advertising poster about this villa even though we also don't know what it means exactly. I-actually I told Sistine in advance so it would go smoothly. But, it's all about economic principles. If it can be cheap, why should it be expensive?” Ren joked, while scratching his non-itchy hair. Roman's face was like a child who was caught skipping school.
“Economy principle in traveling, eh?” replied Cake wittily, understanding the principle of student survival with various part-time jobs.
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