"Who can tell me! What is going on!!"

Brandon Steer, who had been woken up by his servant before dawn, saw the miserable corpse placed in front of him again. He was angry to get up and suffered from the pain of losing his son, plus the majesty in the palace was being challenged.

It has already made His Majesty the Emperor of the Sder Empire like a lion on the verge of rage.

His eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes and violent killing intent, and he glared angrily at the prince's attendant. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was the only witness, he would still need to ask him about the situation.

This furious Emperor might have already slapped him to death in anger.

However, although Brandon's lustful eyes were glaring angrily at the prince's personal attendant, it was the chief of the guards in the palace who he actually asked.

Without him, the main reason is the distrust of the other party. The other party is only his son's minister, not his own minister. There is no basis for trust in this regard.

What's more, the other party is a minister who witnessed his master's death. Why can you still be alive when your master is dead? This is a natural doubt.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Your subordinates and others rushed to the scene after hearing the attendant's scream. When we arrived, only His Highness's body and the attendant were left there."

The captain of the palace guard, Vinal, who had the honor of being the "Legendary First Swordsman" in the imperial capital, did not even have the courage or ability to raise his head in front of the furious emperor.

He knelt on one knee with his sword in hand, his posture respectful but slightly humble. This was all because of the huge sense of oppression emanating from Brandon in front of him.

Under this tremendous pressure, he felt as if he would be shattered into pieces in an instant. He was already dripping with cold sweat from the ornate silver-white armor he was wearing.

But then he still forced himself to describe it in detail. He was there to see the scene. At the same time, the words and descriptions were quite satisfactory, and he did not dare to be biased or concealed in the slightest.

"...Afterwards, my subordinates also sent people to investigate the area around the crime scene in detail, but no traces were found. Even the court mage used magic to detect it, but found nothing."

"After detailed inspection of the entire scene, there was not even a trace of a hair. It was as if... it was like a ghost that appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air again after killing His Highness the Prince."

Viner had the courage to say this, and the result was incredible even to himself. When he said this conclusion, he had already prepared for the possibility of the emperor's anger in front of him.

"Trash! I allocate so many gold coins to you every year, how do I feed you? If you can't even find out such a trivial matter, what do I need from you?!"

As expected, after hearing his rather perfunctory words, Emperor Brandon became even angrier and directly rebuked him as a useless waste.

But what also surprised him was that although His Majesty the Emperor in front of him cursed fiercely, he only scolded him verbally.

But the actual punishment was not even mentioned. This made him, who had served in the palace all year round and knew Brandon's violent temper, feel inexplicably a little weird.

The captain of the guard, Viner, originally thought that it was great luck that he could barely save his life when he was so derelict in his duties and even led to the death of the prince.

But now looking at the emperor's intentions, it seems that he has no intention of punishing him...

After reprimanding him angrily, Emperor Brandon turned his eyes to the prince's attendant. However, he did not directly ask about the situation, but chose to preempt him directly.

"My son is dead, how come you are still alive?!"

These words immediately made the already frightened attendant feel even more terrified. He knelt down like a quail and begged for mercy, his whole body trembling violently with fear.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please forgive me! I was... really already... already close to His Highness! I never thought that such a thing would happen..."

The prince's attendant was so frightened that he was a little incoherent. Emperor Brandon simply used this to intimidate him. It was only now that he actually asked the only witness about the situation.

"Give you a chance to redeem yourself and make meritorious service. Tell me everything you and the fifth prince did that night, what they said, what they saw... everything in detail!"

"Remember, don't leave out any detail. If I find out that you dare to hide anything, I'll take your head!"

At the end of the sentence, the power of His Majesty the Emperor suddenly exploded. The attendant who was already kneeling on the ground was almost crushed to the ground.

But now he couldn't care about these, the etiquette and gestures that he usually paid special attention to. When he heard that he still had a chance of survival, he was so excited that he wanted to kiss the boots of the emperor in front of him as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Thank you for your forgiveness! Thank you for your kindness!"

How dare he hide the slightest bit, and immediately recounted tonight's situation in detail, like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.

"...His Highness and I had just come out of the tavern at that time. I saw that His Highness was bored and bored, so I proposed to find a few people for His Highness to entertain himself, but who knew that I hadn't finished speaking yet."

"But His Highness died tragically in front of me. My Highness! You died so miserably! Why didn't you die like your subordinate me..."

After talking about it, he even started to cry sadly, crying as hard as his dead father. However, this was obviously just his acting skills and a necessary means of expression.

After all, you can kill your master's slave, but if you don't act sad and loyal, the emperor in front of you might be unhappy and kill you.

After listening to what he told about the situation, Emperor Brandon frowned and said nothing. He also turned a blind eye to the mournful performance of his attendant, and was just thinking about something to himself.

After thinking for a long time, the waiter guessed that his performance was fruitless. So he put away the exaggerated expression on his face, but the sad look was still retained.

Brandon came back to his senses and didn't say anything else. He just frowned and gave the person behind him a look, indicating that he should come forward to ask questions next.

The person behind the emperor had an ordinary face and was wearing an ordinary linen robe. There were no patterns or any decorations on the clothes.

Just like his temperament, he is ordinary to the extreme, the kind that cannot be found in a crowd.

After receiving the signal from the emperor's eyes, the man standing behind the emperor nodded and took a step forward. It was only at this moment that the captain of the guard discovered that there was someone behind his majesty.

However, this man ignored the others and went straight to the point, asking the former prince's attendant for various details.

"When the prince was killed, how many steps were you away from him?"

"this……"

The attendant was a little confused when he heard this. He probably didn't pay attention to this detail. However, the other party asked about it, and he answered accurately after thinking for a moment.

"It should be... less than two steps away."

"Then when you saw His Highness dead, did you hear any strange noises? Even the slightest movement or sound."

"...No, I didn't hear anything."

"You said that before His Highness died, he broke away from your support and took two steps. Is there anything unusual in his steps during these two steps?"

"...Probably not. His Highness must have been a little drunk at the time, so his steps were a little frivolous."

"Then when you saw His Highness' body broken into three parts, did you pay attention to how the blood from his wound spurted out? Was it sprayed out in front of him first, or behind him?"

"This... I was standing behind His Highness, and I could only see what was happening behind me."

This question made the waiter break into a cold sweat, because he really couldn't answer it. So he was afraid that the other party would be dissatisfied, so he made himself a useless guy.

Fortunately, at this time, the captain of the guard, Viner, took the initiative to explain to him.

"This subordinate may be able to answer this. Later, when I and others rushed to the scene, I inspected the situation in detail and could roughly infer from the range of blood stains gushing out from the scene."

"When His Highness died, there should be no order of precedence in the blood spurting from the front and back..."
Chapter completed!