The revelry of the coronation ceremony lasted from noon until nightfall.

More than a dozen giant pots were set up in the central square, filled with fragrant broth. Under the boiling water, various seasonings and oil slicks piled up on the edge of the pots, a full finger thick. Anyone could throw food into it, cook it, and then scoop it out to enjoy. In a time when most spices were still luxury items, this kind of feast was obviously very attractive to them. Some people even brought earthenware pots and wooden buckets, hoping to take the rich, oily soup home to savor slowly.

Of course, the City Hall would constantly add new soup and base ingredients. When chopped beef bones and sausages were poured into the pot, the crowd erupted in cheers of joy.

This was almost an unimaginable scene in the past Months of Demons.

The long winter made people carefully exhale each breath of warm air, each loss of body temperature meaning a step closer to death. But now, they could freely shout in the falling snowflakes, venting their enthusiasm, without any worries.

Because they knew that the spent physical strength and temperature could be replenished at any time.

Without any deliberate guidance, people spontaneously raised steaming food towards the castle, offering blessings and hymns for the new king's coronation.

……

Sylvie retracted her gaze and shifted it back to the castle hall.

The banquet here was equally lively.

Fine wine, delicacies, music, and laughter abounded.

And when Roland and Anna made their appearance in completely new attire, it caused a wave of amazement.

It was the first time Sylvie had seen such a style of wedding dress. Unlike the white veil of the Chief Knight's wedding, if the former still had some resemblance to an evening dress, the latter seemed to be completely newly designed by Roland. The color scheme of the clothes was mainly red and gold, with long sleeves and skirts, and two patterned ribbons hanging from the shoulders, which looked intricate and gorgeous.

In theory, such bright attire could easily overwhelm the wearer's appearance, but it suited Anna perfectly. She was, after all, the controller of flames, and with her strong comprehension ability, she was a dazzling figure even among the witches. The bright red color further highlighted this point; the thick design of the clothes added a sense of dignity and composure, which was just right for the Queen's status.

Everyone raised their glasses to the two of them, and Roland and Anna responded with smiles. It could be said that this was a perfect dinner party.

However, Sylvie didn't relax at all.

Because she had seen some strange signs at the ceremony.

As the owner of the Eyes of Magic, she was always the first line of defense for the alert circle, providing timely warnings for subsequent guards. At a crucial moment like the coronation ceremony, she had to strive for absolute safety. Whether out of her own thoughts or because of her relationship with Princess Tilly, she hoped that Roland would be safe and sound, so she would not easily let go of these clues.

Each sign, taken alone, was not a major issue, but together, they formed an intriguing puzzle.

This could not help but remind Sylvie of a song that His Majesty Roland occasionally hummed.

The lyrics he explained were quite interesting. What charred canes, abrupt subtle floral fragrances, many seemingly irrelevant fragments, all eventually led to a deliberately buried truth.

By the way, after Mystery Moon heard this song, it became the theme song of the Detective Team.

And the situation at that time seemed to be the same.

Although she was not yet clear where the problem came from, if it were in normal times, she would have already notified Nightingale and Ashes to be on high alert.

But Sylvie remained silent at this moment.

Just because she suddenly remembered what Anna had said to her two days ago.

"The only people who can prevent secrets from being leaked are often those who know the secrets. In this regard, I need your help."

At that time, she did not really understand the meaning of the words, so she did not take it too seriously.

Until today, she suddenly understood. This sentence was like the last stroke of a puzzle. When it was added, the whole picture had meaning.

She glimpsed a secret.

This did not make Sylvie feel happy, but instead felt great pressure.

Because she now not only needed to keep this secret, but also had to prevent others from discovering the traces of the secret.

Those scattered strange signs, it was likely that she was not the only one who noticed them!

Sylvie swept across the entire hall, focusing her observation on three targets—

"Achoo!"

Lorgar rubbed her nose, with a suspicious expression on her face.

"What's wrong?" Andrea joked, "Do wolves also catch colds?"

"I don't know if there's something wrong with my nose, but I've been having this feeling since noon," Lorgar sniffed around, "The smell in the hall seems a little off..."

"Off?" Ashes interjected, "Are you able to identify the scent of each person and then match it to the emitter?"

"As long as it's not too far away, or interfered with by a strong odor," Lorgar nodded.

"There are nearly a hundred people in the hall now," Andrea obviously didn't believe it, "Even if your nose is sensitive, it's impossible to remember so many smells at the same time. What's more, many people use perfume, and there's physical contact, like this—" Saying that, she used the hand that had just grabbed a chicken leg to touch the back of the Extraordinary Witch's hand. "I will also be contaminated with her strange smell, can you distinguish it in this situation?"

"It's indeed difficult... but accurate identification is one thing, whether there is a smell is another." Lorgar lowered her ears in confusion, "Clearly everyone is standing in the same place and hasn't moved, why are some smells intermittent?"

"Cough, cough," Sylvie's voice suddenly sounded behind the three of them, "It should be a sickness."

"Sylvie?" Andrea raised her eyebrows, "Why are you here?"

"I'm just walking around, and I happened to hear your conversation," she shrugged, looking at the wolf girl, "The climate in the Western Region is different from the southern desert, and it's easy to be eroded by cold epidemics. What's more, this is your first winter here, so it's normal to be unaccustomed. If you feel that your nose is blocked, go to Lily and ask for a cup of purifying water to drink, I used to be like this when I first came here."

"Is that so?" Lorgar suddenly understood, "I see."

After leaving the three, Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief.

Lorgar. Fenhuo, because of her ability, has far superior hearing and smell than ordinary people, coupled with her beast-like insight, she is an object that needs to be watched throughout the whole process.

Fortunately, she stopped them from getting closer to the secret trail in time.

And the second key target is—

"Coo, coo, coo coo coo... Coo!" Maggie, squatting on Lightning's head, was excitedly saying something to Joan.

"Ya, ya ya, ya—ya!" The latter also replied happily, back and forth, the two seemed to be communicating a particularly interesting topic.

No, never mind... Sylvie supported her forehead, even if they found something, she couldn't possibly detect it.

Fortunately, others are equally unlikely to obtain any clues from them.

Thinking of this, she focused her attention on the third person through the Eyes of Magic.

And that was the person who was most likely to discover the secret, and also the most troublesome one.

Honey.