‘Duke Florian. Why would you do something like that…’

Distressed, Marquis Baker Gotham entered his barracks alone. He was sure that Duke Florian was the one who had assassinated Antras. It wasn’t vague speculation; he had a valid reason for thinking this.

He may be a blind man, but he was a superhuman who had reached the level of a Master. In place of his sight, his other abilities developed greatly; one of which was the ability to read other people’s emotions. Although it was impossible for him to read their thoughts, he was able to roughly identify their feelings.

That was why he was able to know.

Duke Sebastian had grieved as if he had lost a member of his own family when Antras’ dead body was in front of him. The other people around him had also felt grief and bitterness.

Except for one person. Dominic Florian had been that exception.

Marquis Gotham had sensed a subtle feeling of joy and relief - Duke Florian had the feelings of someone whose plans had succeeded.

Marquis Gotham immediately guessed what was going on; he guessed who had killed Antras.

From the beginning, it hadn’t made sense that someone had been able to sneak into the Empire’s tightly guarded camp and assassinate Antras.

Because the battlefield was a place that was more heavily guarded than any other location, it made assassinating someone...