In the silent square, the voice rang out with startling clarity, reaching every ear.
Everyone froze.
Benjamin frowned and looked toward the source of the voice. Yet at the edge of the square, he saw only a shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, with no one stepping forward. The crowd itself was also looking around, trying to find out who had spoken just now.
"Who is questioning the cause of His Majesty's death? If you truly have evidence, come out and speak. Don't hide in the shadows."
As he spoke, he questioned the system in his mind.
The system immediately replayed the scene from before. Surprisingly, the one who had shouted was a ragged little beggar. He looked only thirteen or fourteen, hiding amid the crowd. After shouting, he bent down and slipped aside, then went back to begging as though nothing had happened.
...Hired by The Church?
Benjamin narrowed his eyes. That fellow had clearly come to cause trouble, yet after shouting a single sentence, he did not intend to do anything else. The problem was that, with so many people watching, he could hardly drag that little beggar out and confront him on the spot, could he? It would only make the scene uglier.
He merely had the system memorize the boy's appearance, intending to settle the score later.
At that moment, everyone in the square looked at one another. No one stepped forward to say anything, but the earlier words had clearly planted some doubts. The Magic Academy could use divine arts as well? Then using the marks on the wound to identify the murderer... there really was a possibility of forgery.
Seeing this, Benjamin considered for a moment before speaking again.
"Since some people still have doubts, I'll explain it more clearly." He pointed at the small hole in the