Harrison, who had been harvesting crops, froze. He looked at me with a face that clearly said, "What kind of nonsense is that?"

"But Sir Ethan is alive, Miss," Harrison replied cautiously.

I nodded in agreement. "Exactly. That’s the trick."

Harrison, who had been wiping the foggy lenses of his glasses, finally seemed to understand.

"Because Kellyan’s objective is Sir Ethan," he concluded.

"That’s right. So why not see how he reacts when we tell him the person he’s here for is dead?"

Kellyan didn’t know Ethan’s exact condition yet, so it seemed like a viable plan. Plus, Kellyan’s reaction would undoubtedly mirror that of the leader of the Westmoor survival camp.

Harrison nodded, agreeing that it was a solid idea.

We weren’t planning to go around conquering survival camps, so the existence of one within Westmoor wasn’t particularly useful information to us. What we needed to know was whether they were genuinely developing a virus cure, why they wanted Ethan, and who their leader was.

For now, we decided to finish harvesting the crops before discussing the plan further.

Once we had harvested all the potatoes and peas, we started digging trenches beside the garden to prepare for a potential typhoon.

Of course, if a major typhoon struck, these trenches wouldn’t do much. Sweet potatoes, cabbages, and carrots might not survive the storm.

‘Still, what choice do we have? We have to try.’

The rain grew heavier, and the monsters surrounding the mansion began thrashing about as if in celebration.

"What’s their deal? Do those things like rain or something?" I muttered, shoveling furiously as I glanced toward the tightly shut stone gates of Happy House.@@novelbin@@

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