"So, the one who assassinated Count Uman last night was from the Dwarf faction?"
Joyce's naive voice echoed in the Conference Hall of Lion Roar Castle.
Knight Chester, the captain of the St. Hilde family's guard, respectfully replied, "Young master, the one I fought with last night indeed was a dwarf warrior, but… it should not be this corpse."
"Why?"
Faced with the slightly foolish question from Joyce, Knight Chester had to explain patiently:
"Young master, one who could fight me without losing must at least be a fifth-rank warrior. And how could a fifth-rank warrior be killed by the collapse of a warehouse?"
"Oh…" Joyce nodded and then seemed to have a flash of insight, and he asked, "What about the fourth rank?"
"Likely not."
When he heard this answer, Joyce's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary and he proudly said:
