Zion saw a knife wrapped in the cloth, staring at him with a mocking smile on its face. It almost felt as if the knife was saying, 'Hey Zion! I'm the murder weapon! Take me away!'

He snorted and took the knife away that he placed in his pockets. Murder weapon or not, it was something he found here. So he might as well take it away and think about it after getting out of this room. ​​

But he still felt something off, as if he hadn't seen this bedroom enough. His eyes narrowed as his eyes stopped at the window. He indeed felt he left something out in this room. It was the window!

He walked over and crouched. His fingers caressed the carpet and found the thing he was looking for! Black pieces of thread laid down on the red-colored carpet. He stood up and glanced at the edges.

His fingers ran through the edges and stopped at a specific place when a pointy thing poked his skin. He squinted his eyes, and sure enough. It was a nail with traces of blood on it.

When he looked down, he could imagine what had happened in this room. If he would go with his deduction that an assassin was here, perhaps that person might have jumped from the window, and that nail would have wounded that person's hand. A few pieces of thread from that murderer's hand-gloves would have fallen on the ground.

In an instant, he crouched again and picked up the black thread. After stuffing it in a cloth he found in the cabinet, he got up.

Zion wanted to search for more, but he heard footsteps outside the door all of a sudden. His glance darted toward the door, and he pursed his lips. The king was here earlier than he expected. Perhaps that old man had figured out that there wasn't a ghost, but a man who was making trouble.

He turned back to the window and jumped out without hesitation. This window was on the ground floor. So even if his body were weak, he wouldn't suffer much.

Now it was time to change his identity!

Soon after Zion left, the king and his party entered the room, only to find it as it was before. There were no traces of someone entering this place if one wouldn't look carefully.

But Rhesus knew that the 'ghost' would have come here. So he glared at his guards and ordered them. "Search this place! Don't ignore even a speck of dust!"

The guards saw the king's impatience and pursed their lips before exchanging glances. They all thought of only one thing: their king had gone mad because of a vengeful ghost!

But even after searching the place twice, they couldn't find anything. Just as they were about to sigh and tell their king the bad news, someone shouted. "We found something here!"

Everyone rushed toward that place. It was a cupboard, and they found traces of powder on the handle. The king frowned and looked inside. He found a red cloth with traces of white powder on it. So that 'ghost' was perhaps here to take something out of this red cloth.

Did he miss out on something before while searching this place? Rhesus couldn't help but furrow his brows. The irritation in his heart grew stronger, and his frown deepened.

Just then, a maid called out. "Your Majesty!"

The guards present at the door stopped the maid and raised their swords to block her path. She bit her lips and glanced at the king with pitiful eyes. It looked as if the guards had wronged her for no reason.

Rhesus sighed and waved his hand. "Let her enter."

"Your Majesty!" The maid bowed. "Prince Linton is here!"

The king's stony expressions changed to bliss as a smile formed on his lips at that word. This Prince Linton was one of his younger brothers who had become his best friend over the years. When anything happened to the kingdom, the first person Rhesus would approach was Prince Linton.

So now, when the crown prince had died, he could seek a helping hand from his youngest brother. Rhesus's shoulders couldn't help but relax.

He walked out, and his eyes locked with a person standing at the door. He had his mother's blonde hair while his forehead looked just like the late King's. The man had red and silver-colored robes draped on his body.

If someone said this person looked more like an elegant king, it wouldn't be wrong. As soon as he saw King Rhesus, he bowed. "Big brother."

"Thankfully. You're here. I've to tell you so many things!"

Linton smiled. "That's why I'm here. The crown prince was dear to my heart. I don't know why anyone would kill such an elegant boy!" But he paused for a bit and thought for a while and said, "Brother, I don't think it should be Princess Lia. The murderer must be someone else. I wouldn't believe it even in my dreams that she could kill her brother!"

The king frowned as if he had just heard an unpleasant topic and waved his hand. "I don't want to talk about it." His mood fell because on one side. If he believed his daughter killed the crown prince, he would be heartbroken. But if someone else killed him and framed Lia, that would mean the murderer would have bribed his confidant.

If that were the case, wouldn't that mean the murderer had spread his roots murderer even in his palace? Such a thought made him feel uncomfortable. But before he could think more about this, Linton tugged his sleeves.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

The king nodded and walked away with his guards.

When walked away, Zion, who was hiding in the shadows behind a tree, came out and frowned. It looked like there should be more to the story than he had deduced.

First, he would have to meet all the suspects. Then he might get more evidence.

For now, he just wanted to think of a way to trick the system into changing his identity. If he were in his original world, even using no outside help, he would have been able to change the way he looked and acted by using his innate skills. He would have found some fake hair after sneaking inside random shops to find extensions, and then he would buy some clothes to become a completely different person.

But now, he didn't have enough resources, and he couldn't even change his body to become either a Dhampir or a person from other races. So it would be better to approach the system for that.

Hadn't the system found a dead body for him in just half an hour? It showed that this 007 had a hidden ability to find random things for him if he pushed the system to its limit.

When Zion thought of this, his lips curved up.