As the sun rose, a faint light streamed through the open window into the cramped room.

Normally at this time, the Training Camp would be filled with the sound of a blaring bugle.

"Is it because Marvin died, or simply because the morning running training was canceled?" Liens thought to himself, looking at the quiet scene outside the window.

Usually at this time, there would be sounds of people moving outside the window, as everyone had to rush to the square for assembly.

But now, it was silent all around, and everyone stayed indoors, not daring to come out.

However, it was also possible they hadn't woken up yet.

They used to be woken up by the bugle call; without that sound, their bodies might not have reacted to the change in habit.

Just like Ben in front of Liens.

"Time to wake up, Ben."

Liens patted Ben, preparing to rouse him from his sleep.

"Ugh… Is it morning? I can't believe I overslept."

Ben was still a bit groggy when he first woke up, but a few vigorous shakes of his head cleared his mind.

"I never thought there'd be a day when I'd wake you up. What a surprise."

Liens teased the newly awakened Ben.

After the interrogation last night, Liens went directly into the instance to practice his sword.

He only exited the instance and woke up in his bed when he felt it was almost dawn.

After waking up, Liens lay in bed, waiting for the bugle call to sound.

When no one was there to wake him up initially, this was how he made sure not to miss morning training.

Of course, he didn't need to wait too long, as he usually exited the instance precisely on time.

But today, he waited for quite a while and still didn't hear the familiar sound.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw the light streaming in from the window that he confirmed it was already past the time for morning training.

"I didn't expect to oversleep either. Was it because I went to bed too late last night?"

Ben showed a wry smile, blaming his oversleeping on last night's events.

"It might not just be that reason. There was no bugle call this morning. You probably didn't hear it and thought it wasn't morning yet, so you kept sleeping." Please read this chapter on its original platform—*.

Liens analyzed the reason for Ben's oversleeping.

"No bugle call?"

Ben immediately caught the key point and asked Liens.

"After I woke up, I didn't hear the bugle call… I shouldn't have overslept because I woke up before dawn."

"And there are no signs of others leaving their rooms, nor have I heard any sounds of people moving around."

"Perhaps everyone is quite obedient. After all, those few people last night did say, 'Stay properly indoors, don't wander around.'"

"Plus, with no bugle call this morning, everyone probably doesn't dare to go out freely."

Liens told Ben about the situation he had discovered.

"It seems something very serious really happened last night. It might be more than just a fire. Otherwise, the Training Camp wouldn't allow us to stop training."

Ben said gravely.

"Yes, it's indeed very likely something serious."

Liens nodded, agreeing with Ben's point.

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"Since its establishment, has the Training Camp ever experienced such a heinous incident?"

A well-dressed middle-aged man looked at the headless, charred body before him, his expression furious as he spoke sharply.

"Enough. If you have the energy to be angry here, you'd be better off investigating the specific situation quickly."

"Isn't it enough trouble to rush here from the city before dawn?"

Beside him, another man advised the angry middle-aged man.

After speaking, he put on gloves, preparing to examine the charred body.

This was Marvin's house, where the fire occurred last night.

At this moment, six people stood at this charred "crime scene."

Besides the two who spoke earlier, the instructor was also among them; he was the one who led these people in.

Apart from the instructor, the others were investigators sent by the Glenbagen Family to investigate Marvin's death.

At the same time, they also held the identity of "graduation assessment" personnel.

The instructor stood silently to the side. He knew the middle-aged man's recent question was directed at him.

Although it didn't explicitly say he was negligent in his supervision, the implication was clear: you are incompetent.

Otherwise, why would such evil deeds, which never happened before, occur during your period of management?

The instructor did not care about such accusatory words, because someone complaining indicated that the incident's impact on him should not be very great.

Truly ruthless people act directly; such shallow mockery is merely the impotent rage of the incapable.

So the instructor stood quietly in place, watching the people sent by the family rummage through and inspect various traces in the charred room and on Marvin's body.

One of them was performing various checks on the charred body.

"Knight Leinajin, are you certain no one disturbed the scene here?"

The man who had previously advised the middle-aged man turned and asked.

"I cannot guarantee that. The fire last night was very severe, and many people entered and exited here to put it out."

"But after the fire was extinguished, I had this place sealed off. No one entered or exited here until you arrived."

The instructor calmly explained. This was why he remained here; he needed to answer some questions from the investigators.

"Currently, it can be confirmed that this headless, charred corpse is indeed Marvin's remains."

"This can be seen from the ring symbolizing the Glenbagen Family worn on its hand and the reaction of the Bloodline Magic Tool."

The man explained while pointing to the crystal-shaped Magic Tool that had begun to flicker.

"Its mouth and nose do not have soot, indicating that Marvin was killed and then set on fire for cremation."

"And from the position of the body and the absence of other injury marks, he was likely killed by a single sword strike to the head while in a deep sleep, without any resistance."

"This is very important, because Marvin was still wearing a Protection Ring on his hand."

"Knight Leinajin, you should know the function of this item, right?"

The man raised the ring in his hand and asked the instructor.

"The Protection Ring can release a protective barrier when the wearer is in fatal danger. The barrier lasts for 10 seconds," the instructor replied.

"The killer was able to kill Marvin while he was asleep, despite the Protection Ring's protection."

"This leads to three possibilities."

"One is that someone used a sedative or similar substance to put Marvin into a deep sleep, and he didn't wake up even after the Protection Ring's effect wore off."

"In this case, further examination of the body is needed to confirm the presence of sedative traces."

"This is difficult because the body is severely charred."

"Moreover, as an alchemist, it would be very troublesome to poison Marvin."

The man began to explain.

"The second is that someone stole the Protection Ring while Marvin was sleeping normally, and then killed him."

"In this scenario, the killer needs to be very familiar with and skilled in theft so that he could take the ring without waking Marvin."

"Most importantly, he would also need to know which finger Marvin wore the Protection Ring on."

"Under normal circumstances, it's very difficult to distinguish between the Protection Ring and other rings in a dim environment."

"And after the killer committed the act, he even deliberately put the ring back on."

The man continued.

"The third possibility is that someone was able to forcefully kill Marvin with a single sword strike, even under the Protection Ring's protection, leaving him no time to react."

"People who can do such a thing… are very few."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the instructor.

The instructor frowned, knowing what the man's gaze implied.

Only an Extraordinary One could forcibly kill Marvin under those circumstances.

Although there was a possibility of an outsider, within this Training Camp, he was the only true Extraordinary Knight.

This was a suspicion directed at him.