After many twists and turns in the case, Martial Kim finally figured out the answer to it all. It took a good portion of the day, but he was satisfied with his findings...more or less.

Who killed Fae Fae? Why was she killed? He knew what was the last page to this book.

Yet, the young master of Moon Tavern who loved mysteries and strange cases had this solemn look on his face as he prepared to deliver the final answer to a certain someone. Fortunately, he was not alone. He had his faithful disciple, Martial Yellow Sister, by his side.

Even then, she didn’t look satisfied with what they were about to do as they travelled through the city together on foot.

“After everything we learned...it ends like this?” she mumbled in a defeated tone.

“We are not gods. We cannot decide the truth on a whim. What’s done is done, whether we like it or not,” Martial Kim sighed, “You’ve done a great job by the way, this investigation.”

“How do you grade me?”

“F for fail.”

“...It’s because I snapped at you, about Noonien, isn’t it?”

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Her teacher shrugged and all she could do was face palm with a muffled reeeeeeee.

Martial Kim laughed, “If you come to realize the real source of your failure, I swear I will give you half marks.”

The disciple groaned – and thwacked her teacher’s leg with her cane ‘by accident’. It was only when they arrived at the destination in mind, did they become more professional about it all.

Mr. Golden’s Manor.

Perched majestically atop a hill of perfectly cut stone blocks in the heart of the Capital, the mansion stood as a testament to opulence and grandeur. Crafted from rich, natural wood and armoured in shining gold plating, it resembled a mythical dragon surveying the city and its sprawling landscapes with eyes of molten gold. Every inch of the estate gleamed with wealth, as nearly every surface shimmered with golden accents, each detail meticulously crafted by the finest artisans money could buy.

Even the towering front gates, imposing and grand, were adorned with intricate carvings and figurines of heavenly generals, their fierce expressions standing vigil against evil spirits and dark superstitions.

Because of its grace and majesty, Moon Tavern felt conscious from the 'weight' of it all. All that elegance radiated a strong pressure on their shoulders.

"Are you certain about this?" Martial Yellow Sister asked, her grip tightening on the cane. "Once we do this, there's no turning back."

"I won't lie," Martial Kim replied, his voice steady but laced with hesitation. "The only thing that matters is whether Mr. Golden chooses to believe it. Once we deliver the message, our work here is done."

With no further words, they raised the heavy golden ring and knocked firmly on the door.

They had come to deliver a final answer—yet neither of them realized that an entirely different solution had already been hiding in plain sight, waiting to shatter everything they thought they knew...