Who hid My Corpse!

"Second Note—Phinis Lawrence"

"Four Notes—Karen Chuke"

"Six Notes—Anita"

Hewinia looked at the three names she had written down and fell into deep thought.

She had initially thought it would take some effort to find the three music notes, yet she had managed to find them all in less than half a day since her arrival.

No, it couldn't even be called finding; Hewinia hadn't done anything yet. It was more like they were delivered to her voluntarily.

...Was it a coincidence?

If it were before, Hewinia might have thought it was just a coincidence, but after all she had experienced, it was hard for her not to overthink it. After all, it was just too coincidental. Aside from Phinis, the Two Notes Karen and Anita were exactly the ones she was missing.

But the question was, if it wasn't a coincidence, then who would do such a thing? To deliver the missing notes straight to her.

And to what end?

Hewinia's fingers lightly tapped on the desktop, and then she thought of an even more crucial question.

If this truly was orchestrated by someone.

Regardless of their motive, first of all, how did they know which notes Hewinia was currently missing?

For Hewinia, after having her identity exposed numerous times, she had become somewhat desensitized. She even felt that she wouldn't be too surprised if someone were to suddenly jump out, point at her nose, and say "Stop hiding it, I already know you are the Music Score."

But the music notes she now possessed should not be known by anyone.

After all, most of her current notes were seized from Cesar's body, and since Cesar had been dealt with by Bai Wei, who personally disposed of the body, logically no one should know of Cesar's death. Therefore, the knowledge of Cesar's notes falling into her hands should be unknown.

Hewinia also didn't think that Bai Wei would be negligent in this regard.

So, was this really just a coincidence?

Hewinia could not come to an appropriate answer for the time being. After asking Bai Wei, his reply was only "Nobody can monitor me," so she had to temporarily put this doubt to the back of her mind.

After all, the information she held was sparse. Of the other two notes, one she had not even met, and the other, she had only exchanged a few words. She knew nothing about the rest.

With that being the case, it was best to observe closely first.

Hewinia made her decision.

At this time, a "hoot hoot hoot" sound came from outside the window.

Hewinia turned her head and saw the owl her "father" had given her during the day.

After returning to the dormitory, Hewinia hung the owl and its cage by the window sill and left it alone. After her return from Lyra, it seemed like she had developed a kind of aftereffect; she was afraid that the seemingly ordinary owl would suddenly twist its head and offer her a deal by saying, "Miss Hewinia, shall we make a trade?"

Such things, happening even once, were enough.

For now, it flapped about in its cage, whether due to cold or hunger, she didn't know.

Hewinia walked over, fed it some fodder, and then it quieted down.

It seemed to have been hungry.

Hewinia looked at the envelope tied to its claw and remembered the instructions Ivan gave her during the day—to write more letters home to maintain her persona in everyone's eyes as a dutiful, family-loving girl.

Even if she really wanted the Helen family to do something, it was best mentioned in passing, mixed in with an insignificant portion of all the other information.

Clearly, Ivan maintained enough caution and even considered the possibility that the owl's messages could be intercepted.

So, what should she write to that fictitious home?

Hewinia stood by the window, pondering at ease. It wasn't an especially pressing issue, so she thought about it more relaxedly.

But being relaxed didn't mean it was easy, especially for Hewinia, who had no family to begin with. Writing "home" was a first for her.

...Suddenly entering a baffling area of ignorance.

What on earth should she write?

A chill wind rushed in.

The sound of pages turning came from behind her.

Hewinia turned around and saw the notebook that Ogg had given her.

Once again, she fell into deep thought.

...

"How did you sleep last night, Miss Hewinia?"

Early the next day, Phinis was waiting for Hewinia at the dormitory entrance.

Hewinia responded with a slight smile, "I suppose I felt the Lord's Blessing. It's been a long time since I've slept so soundly."

"That's good," Phinis nodded, "In that case, may we begin work? Karen is already waiting for us."

Hewinia blinked, "Of course, that's why I'm here."

"That's great to hear," Phinis stepped aside, "Please, Miss Hewinia, Mr. Karen is already waiting for you."

Hewinia followed Phinis, strolling along the path of the First Academy, while also observing the surrounding Players. She then casually said, "Mr. Phinis, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have a hard time believing that the First Academy and the Three Colleges are part of the same institution, even the way back to the dormitories is very different."

"Dormitories?" Phinis suddenly remembered something and spoke with an apologetic tone, "Sorry, Miss Hewinia, I had forgotten about that. The girls' dormitory, if I'm not mistaken, should have the Musical Stairs, right?"

"Yes," Hewinia said with a pained expression, "I was stuck on them for over ten minutes."