The court physician stared wide-eyed at "Turner," who had bowed in greeting, his mouth hanging open.
"H-How is this possible?"
The gray-haired court physician pointed at "Turner," stammering, while the hand he held out trembled uncontrollably.
Because it was simply unbelievable!
As a physician in Warren's royal palace, the old doctor knew Turner, who bore old injuries, extremely well.
It was precisely because of that familiarity that he could tell the Turner before him was the "Turner" from his memories. The face was the same, the expression was the same, even the slightly awkward gait caused by injury—something ordinary people would never notice—was the same.
If he had not just examined Turner's corpse, he would have believed he had encountered the real Turner.
The next moment, the court physician looked at Qin Ran.
How had he done it?
The court physician's eyes were full of questions.
Mary was looking at Qin Ran as well.
But unlike the court physician, the underage princess's eyes shone with wonder.
Qin Ran had never disappointed her.
Not before.
Not this time, either.
He always did the best he could.
Taking a deep breath, Mary lowered her hands onto the hand atop her head, clasping it tightly and refusing to let go.
Perikena remained silent beside her.
Yet anyone could see that the female leader of the Snake School was suffering a tremendous shock. She first looked at "Turner," then turned her gaze toward Qin Ran.
That gaze was as though she had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
"Transcendent powers of observation."
"Tracking unlike anything before."
"An indistinguishable disguise."
"Truly a born scout, or perhaps..."
"An assassin!"
A sharp glint lit Perikena's eyes as she thought of something, but it quickly dimmed.
What use would it be even if he were a