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(For the arrangements on the second day, both my eyes should be opened carefully and not in a drowsy state. Earlier, I asked about the fabric collection, both the ones enclosed in two glass shelves near the corridor connecting the kitchen and dining room, as well as the open ones that can be touched.)
(The fabric is very soft and of high aesthetic value. Even my anti-expensive belongings monkey brain alarm went off. The fabric is symmetrically folded, dark blue in color with golden flower motifs, stacked with thicker black fabric. Or it may have been said already, but with my limited knowledge of other cultures, I thought it was just a fabric before Lady De Polcester showed its collar.)
"What fabric is this, Madame De Polcester? And why isn't it in the shelves with its companions?" Cake asked, a question she actually wanted to ask when he first came to this villa. The villa was spacious but seemed somewhat empty, so this fabric attracted much attention.
"This is not just any fabric, but clothing. It's called a Kimono. Shio took me to his hometown in Japan. Actually, this fabric is suitable to be worn during festivals or formal gatherings, but he said I should wear it every day specifically." Lady De Polcester held the blue fabric and unfolded the folds, her eyes sparkling and her lips forming a faint smile. Under the folds, there was a wide and soft collar. Then she held the thick black fabric. "This one is called an Obi. It's a kind of sash that wraps around the kimono. I placed it here for a specific reason..."
(When the fabric was turned over, I could see it. That explains why she wore a one-dress-like coat.)
(The fabric she referred to as a Kimono, blue in color with golden flower motifs, was actually specially ordered from a craftsman in the Kyoto region. She ordered three sizes, one for herself, one for her husband, and one for a ten-year-old child. However, Lady De Polcester hoped that when Mademoiselle Ren set foot in this villa, she would at least recall having seen the same fabric. I think it could be an additional plan. That's why I planned for everyone to eat in their respective rooms on the first day.)
(Then... I took the same route when I was about to go to the forest. The difference was that I didn't enter the forest but went to the garage located behind the villa. I asked Agnes not only to accompany me but also to guide my monkey brain.)
(The room was dark and poorly lit. It had a rectangular shape and stored several items. Agnes said that half of it was used as a warehouse, but it was somewhat embarrassing that there was no connecting door to the main villa.)
(There were shelves storing new and used equipment for cars. Such as oil containers, used batteries, and the like. There were also wrappers and some firewood. Those junk items were intended to create something absurd. These components greatly contributed to making this place truly like a haunted villa.)
(There were two cabinets storing standard equipment. Such as hammers, grass shears, axes, saws, and so on. What made it interesting was that between the two cabinets, there were two frames holding two different weapons.)
"Why are these two objects placed here, Agnes?" Cake touched one of them, which had a long barrel and a trigger. He pulled the black iron body out of the frame to examine it further.
"Bear..." she replied briefly. She even rolled her eyes in the opposite direction, diverting her gaze from Cake.
(When I've known someone for a long time, sometimes I don't need to hear the answer from their lips. Especially with Agnes, when it's like that, I trust her for other things. Besides, the bear is still about 4 km away. Or something more dangerous than a bear.)
(The shotgun is a Remington Versa Max, a semi-automatic firearm with 12-gauge ammunition. According to Agnes, it's the best choice that aligns with legal permits, aside from Lady De Polcester's shotgun kept in her room for protection, the Baretta Vittoria A400. I'm sure both of them will be part of this plan.)
Cake then placed the shotgun back and turned to the other frame. It was almost the same length as the previous one. Instead of a rifle barrel, it looked like a sword with a sheath similar to the earlier kimono. It was dark blue with golden dragon engravings.
"And this sword, Agnes?"
"Ah, that one... It's very unique and expensive... None of us can use it, except by unsheathing it and swinging the blade."
(I believe that object is a relic from Lady De Polcester's husband, purchased in Japan. I won't touch it. The object is elegant, resembling a quiet and mysterious graceful girl. It feels light and soft when held, almost like holding a woman's hand. But when the sheath is opened, I can tell that the gleam of the steel is capable of cutting anyone and anything when swung, even if it's done in a friendly manner. Too dangerous, too risky.)
(From the garage door, just slightly to the right next to the wall, there was a metal box structure with a door, an electric generator. It wouldn't be complete for such a magnificent building without generator support.)
(That's why when I entered the warehouse, I had to open my eyes wide. Besides being dark, there were small details that tested one's attentiveness. There was a cable attached to the generator that had a suspicious shape. It spiraled like a telephone wire and extended to the top of the generator, embedded in the wall. Upon closer inspection, the wall had a square hole that accommodated an adapter, which turned out to be integrated with the spiral cable. There was a blue indicator light.)
"Do we have the same thought? Why is there such a device, Agnes?" Cake asked, looking suspicious.
"Don't look at me like that... This is part of Fogarty's plan." Agnes once again hesitated to answer and averted her gaze.
"Then where is the remote device for it?" Cake wondered. Agnes took out the device from her apron pocket.
(Then Agnes led me towards the garage door. She pointed to one tall tree near the garage. I would have never noticed it if Agnes hadn't told me. On that tree, there was a treehouse that appeared to be filled with straw.)
(Without hesitation, I asked Agnes to get the ladder. Finding the truth didn't have to rely on someone's words. To be more concrete, I had to see it with my own eyes. With the foldable metal ladder, I slowly climbed up the tree. When I reached the top, I brushed aside and set aside the clumps of straw that camouflaged something. My suspicion was proven right.)
(There was a thin black box with small blue lights and approximately nine short antennas. I shook my head in amazement at why this device was installed and hidden. Because my monkey brain had received concrete information, I quickly descended.)
(There's nothing scarier than losing phone and internet signals. Isolation is indeed a narrowing situation, and that's what the device does. It's a signal hijacker. I'm certain I'll use it in the plan. This is the final piece, considering my monkey brain has already concluded what the car will do.)
(Once everything was ready, I instructed everyone to return to their seats. While checking the progress of the pamphlet that should have been completed, I was about to share something else.)
The windless evening was calm and unambiguous. Cake had expressed his opinion that this was the final heated discussion. Cake's scenario had reached its peak. Then Cake revealed the next step. However, it didn't go smoothly at first.
"What!? After all of this, you still need a few more people? Frankly, I overestimated you, Mr. Cake!" Lady De Polcester protested.
"You don't need to worry, Madame De Polcester. Without them, our safety and the target cannot be guaranteed. I will take responsibility," Cake added, turning to Agnes. "Besides, I want to ask for your help, Agnes."
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