In the next moment! The entire person collapsed as if life had been drained away, silently dying.
No struggle, no last words, not even a pained expression.
Died cleanly like a shadow erased of traces.
Kaelin leaned against the tree, blood continuously dripping, his hands trembling too much to hold the sword, yet his mind was exceptionally clear.
An assassin weaker than him could actually lie in wait on a path he had to pass, could seriously wound him in one strike, could commit suicide instantly after capture.
This is no coincidence.
There's only one explanation: someone had informed the assassin of his location beforehand.
At that moment, fear transformed into suspicion for the first time.
In the days following the assassination, the entire Imperial Capital seemed normal, yet to Kaelin, every corner felt strangely cold.
It's not that no one investigated.
