Pluto

"What is this?"
Pluto frowned as he organized the information flowing in from Pereus. An incident occurred in the alleys of Pereus where one soldier died. The deceased's name was Paul. A trace of Nectar was found on the body. Currently, the knights have identified Terio, a soldier from the same unit as the deceased, as the prime suspect.
"Nectar..."
Pluto frowned slightly. There couldn't have been a Witch appearing in the middle of the city. If that were the case, the Pereus knights would have noticed. So, what could be the reason for the Nectar trace?
Come to think of it, Terio was the soldier who purchased NightFruit from the Isania Circle. If Paul died because of Terio, then the reason for the Nectar trace on Paul's body would also be because of Terio.
Then why was Nectar released from Terio's body?
"NightFruit..."
Pluto, whose face turned pale, stood up abruptly. Common reactions among Circle members who consumed NightFruit include confusion, seizures, and increased aggression. Rarely, these are symptoms seen in animals Poisoned by Nectar.
Why did I only realize it now?
NightFruit was made from Nectar.
It was no coincidence that the Isania Circle got their hands on NightFruit. The Grand Order of the Moonshade must have used the Isania Circle for some purpose.
"How dare they try to use Lady Isania..."
Underneath the usual icy voice, a small flame of anger flickered.
"I must think about how to make them pay for this."

In this village, there lives a small monster.

A child with the terrible ability to forcibly dye others' emotions with their own.

When the child laughs, those around also laugh.

When the child cries, those nearby cry as well.

In this village, there are two young men who are very close.

They are such good friends that they've never been angry at each other.

But one day, they suddenly started shouting.

Just moments before, they were talking amicably.

The two, who were hurling harsh words at each other, eventually started throwing punches.

They fought so fiercely that it shocked the onlookers.

It was only after the entire village intervened that they could be separated.

When asked why they fought, they couldn't even remember the fight.

They just said they suddenly got angry at each other for no reason.

Later, it was found out that the two had passed by the child.

The small monster's anger drove them mad.

What a terrifying and dreadful ability.

The ability to control people's emotions, surely a child blessed with the power of a witch.

In the Isania Circle, there are many people.
Former nobles who have fallen, wandering mercenaries, ordinary young men from villages.
All of them gathered in the Circle to follow Lady Isania.
The members of the Circle consider each other as family and are dedicated to their tasks. However, just as siblings cannot always be of one mind, there are those among the members who harbor different intentions. And most of these individuals seek to monopolize Lady Isania's attention.
Such people often neglect their duties and only engage in noticeable tasks. As a result, their achievements are sometimes overestimated.
No matter how close-knit the members are like family, an organization that cannot assess individual achievements is bound to collapse quickly. Wouldn't it be unfair if someone who did less work than you received more recognition just because they stood out? If this continues to accumulate, no one will remain loyal to the organization.
Therefore, those managing the organization must accurately identify who has been diligent in their duties and who has been negligent. The diligent should be rewarded, and the negligent should be punished. Only with the belief that proper evaluations will be conducted and appropriate rewards given can people's hearts be moved.
My reward, you ask? For me, the reward is working for Lady Isania. She saved my life and made me who I am today. I can burn myself out for her sake.
I exist solely for Lady Isania.