Curse of Shattering (V)

In the end, the farce that had essentially started because of Fu Qian quickly came to a close.

"Professor Ni, if you don't trust Dean Cas's judgment, you can use your own methods to check again. I'm sure no one will object."

After berating the two of them, the female mentor from the Sword Participation Institute let her gaze sweep over everyone's faces and made her suggestion directly.

"Hmph!"

Ni Huayuan immediately took the opportunity to back down and stepped forward under everyone's watchful eyes.

At any rate, the stalemate had finally been broken.

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

Standing in front of the body on the ground, Ni Huayuan glanced at Kamakura Mi.

"Thank you for your efforts, Professor Ni."

Kamakura Mi hesitated for only a second before gesturing for Ni Huayuan to go ahead.

In fact, even that second looked like an act to Fu Qian.

As if he could refuse!

Ni Huayuan had only been putting on a show with those words.

That was the sorrow of the weak. When faced with a threat they couldn't resist, they could only turn to others for help—and help rarely came without a price.

Some prices were simply more discreet than others, like serving as free material for observation.

"Thank you."

Apparently eager to distinguish himself from a scoundrel like Cas, Ni Huayuan offered a polite word of thanks before lifting the garment covering the body.

It was a uniquely styled hooded robe, the one Kamakura Keiji had just taken off and used to wrap his grandfather's battered body.

The corpse's ghastly face was revealed, drawing several soft sobs.

After silently examining it for a moment, Ni Huayuan reached out and wiped a little blood from one of the wounds.

It was dark red, yet still showed