Annan blinked.
He was at a loss for words.
Twelve significant injuries all over his body, and his occipital bone was smashed by a heavy sword—yet he was still determined by a spell to have committed suicide?
How did he manage to smash his own occipital bone with a heavy sword? Did he toss it into the air and then jump up to meet it?
That was far too precise a catch.
It was almost as absurd as being shot in the back of the head with one's hands and feet tied.
—Could it be that he committed suicide using a Rube Goldberg machine?
"The results of the spell should be correct,"
Longjing Tea pointed at the newspaper and explained, "Look... because this result was so bizarre, no one believed it at the time. So, many wizards and ritualists came to verify it. Among them was even 'The Unfallen Shield' Justus's teacher, 'Professor Gray' Seti."
... Wait a second.
"'Professor Gray' Seti?"
Annan raised an eyebrow and murmured doubtfully.
Wasn't Seti's title "Bone Healer"?
