The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　More and more people gathered afterward.

　Robert Broheim, who was exercising early in the morning, squeezed into the crowd with a curious look on his face. His eyes widened in an instant, only to see that the grassland spirit who was so spirited yesterday was now lying limply in the corner.

　This scene instinctively reminded him of his past experiences. But compared to the grassland spirit's current situation, what he had experienced before could only be considered a rather minor prank.

　Based on his experience, although the grassland spirit's limbs were not yet stiff, its breath was weak and it was not far from death.

　He didn't rush forward to interfere with the senior students' inspection; he simply observed the exterior subconsciously.

　"There are no visible scars."

　At least on the skin exposed outside of clothing, there were no visible injuries other than abrasions.

　There were no obvious signs of a struggle at the crime scene. "What about the message left before the death?"

　Robert, who had been avid reader of detective novels for a while, immediately pondered...

　But his eyes darted around quickly, yet he still found nothing, which made him subconsciously feel disappointed.

　"Magic Summoning!"

　The senior student who was examining the patient had already removed the magic card and begun emergency treatment.

　The archmage may not have much else to offer, but he excels in being all-around capable.

　Even though the senior looked like he was from a sports club, he still took out a healing magic card.

　As the raindrops, like spring rain, gradually fell, the little breath the grassland spirit had left suddenly grew stronger.

　"Jonny, what happened?"

　The president of the sports club, Sherlock Holmes, suddenly burst into the scene. But soon after arriving, Shrek, who bears the surname Holmes, began to vandalize the crime scene.

　Fortunately, some students had already recorded their videos in advance.

　After a quick interrogation, Shrek Holmes picked up the grassland elf and vanished in an instant.

　As the president of the sports club, Shrek Holmes had considerable credibility, and no one objected to his actions.

　However, as soon as the victim disappeared, the murmurs suddenly grew louder. Robert squeezed through the crowd and ran quickly toward the infirmary.

　At this point, even if you used your brain, you would know that Shrek Holmes must have taken the person to the infirmary.

　Sister Kallian may have a bad reputation, but her medical skills are unquestionable.

　While she may not be able to bring the dead back to life, ensuring that the living do not die is not difficult for her.

　Take the grassland spirit to the infirmary as soon as possible; at least that will save his life. As for the rest—whether he can regain his senses or return to his former state—those are matters that will have to wait until his life is saved.

　The students who only observed from the sidelines might not have realized it. But those who checked it themselves understood that the grassland spirit was on the verge of death!

　Although the full picture of this incident has not yet been pieced together, it is already an incredibly unbelievable event to the average person.

　Because the victim herself was a grassland elf who was skilled in combat, especially assassination.

　Moreover, it was evident from yesterday's duel that he is a very powerful mage.

　How could a spirit of such strength be so easily defeated and left without any resistance, on the verge of death?

　unless……

　"Unless the crime scene wasn't there."

　The thought flashed through Robert's mind as he ran, reasoning as he went. "External injuries can be covered up, but traces are hard to erase. Someone must have beaten him up like this somewhere else, let his external injuries heal, and then moved him away from the scene."

　"The fact that he was moved to the more crowded corridor of the castle suggests that the other party may not have really wanted to kill him."

　"If that's the case, the conditions for getting to this point are much lower."

　"The perpetrator... the murderer may not be a single person, but rather a group of people working together to suppress him. Even that grassland elf could not escape."

　“They didn’t really want to kill the grassland spirit, but it was already on its last breath when it was found. If this wasn’t a meticulously planned act, it means that even if the grassland spirit died, the killer wouldn’t have cared much.”

　“And there aren’t many people who can make their move inside the academy castle.” Robert’s mind raced, automatically switching to the perspective of a famous detective. “First, you need to have the ability.”

　"Secondly, there must be a motive for murder." "Finally, I'll add this last."

　Robert found his way to the infirmary and quickly knocked on the door. It wasn't Sister Caryan who opened the door, but Sister Lillian, who had joined the college last semester and was Sister Caryan's assistant, nicknamed "Little Angel."

　Robert frequented the infirmary and had become quite familiar with Sister Lillian.

　Sister Lillian's hair color was a very rare platinum color, hence she was also known as the "Platinum Angel".

　Her public identity is that of a relative of Sister Carlian, and she is very popular because of her innocent and cute nature.

　"Excuse me, is Senior Steven Holmes already inside?"

　Robert peered in and asked tentatively.

　Sister Lillian nodded slightly and said, "He's inside."

　Robert then asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"

　But Sister Lillian said, "Not now."

　Robert paused for a moment, but did not force his way in. Instead, he quickly left and ran towards the Knights' Tower.

　While the grassland elf was receiving treatment, he had to tell Vittor about this, and then... he could begin his detective work!

　That's how it's always portrayed in novels; famous detectives always have an assistant with them.

　When there's work to be done, the assistant does it; when there's nothing to do, the assistant does it... How scary!

　Robert quickly changed the subject.

　Despite the disrespect shown to the victim, he was genuinely excited. His vacation, spent within the Dragon Claw Knights, had been an incredibly tedious three months that felt like a nightmare.

　College life didn't improve much after the holidays. But after a boring September, a different October finally arrived!

　He couldn't wait to share his "joy" with his best friend and invited him to join him.

　Moreover, the culprit who could turn the grassland spirit into that state... must have had an accomplice!

　But as Robert sprinted forward, the "treatment" in the infirmary had already ceased.

　"No external injuries."

　Sister Kallian put away the magic card and spoke quickly.

　Professor Sylph, who arrived as if transformed from the wind, immediately frowned and asked, "Never in the first place?"

　Sister Kallian nodded very solemnly and said, "Injuries sustained during a magical duel will heal completely by the end of the duel, leaving no trace. Aside from the injuries he sustained in yesterday's duel, he hasn't been injured for a long time."

　Professor Sylph frowned and asked, "Is it possible for him to wake up now?" Sister Kallian replied, "His body is intact, but his soul is damaged. It's unlikely he'll wake up anytime soon. Forcing him to awaken would only cause further trauma due to the incompleteness of his soul. My suggestion is to let him remain as he is, and then try to repair his soul."

　"Repairing the soul?" Professor Sylph pondered. "That's Steven's domain."

Chapter 1173 It's You, Sherlock Holmes (4k)

　Chapter 1173 It's You, Sherlock Holmes (4k)

　That being said, the soul is ultimately fragile.

　Even if Professor Steven Harvey were to personally intervene, it would be impossible to restore him to the state before the soul was damaged.

　Otherwise, Witt wouldn't have needed to go to the Holy Church Mystic Academy to search for the Holy Soul Spring.

　Moreover, soul restoration is merely filling the void with something blank; it does not actually recover the lost parts.

　Therefore, what is lost as the soul is damaged is essentially lost forever.

　Professor Sylph was well aware of this, which was why she was in a very bad mood at the moment.

　This "Academy Championship" is extremely important for St. Marian Academy, the Magic Alliance, and even the community of mages.

　But at this crucial moment, such a heinous incident suddenly occurred.

　Anyone would be unhappy in that situation. "Cynthia."

　Professor Sylph raised her finger to her temple, squinted, and whispered.

　About half a second later, she heard Principal Arte's voice.

　"What's wrong, Sarah?" "Come here for a second, something's happened."

　After speaking, Professor Sylph lowered her hand and continued to frown as she looked at the grassland elf lying on the hospital bed.

　Sister Carlian had already notified Professor Steven Harvey in advance, and Professor Harvey himself was on his way.

　But as mentioned before, even if Professor Harvey arrives, some things will already be irreversible.

　They are separated by a door.

　The president of the sports club, Sherlock Holmes, a sixth-grader, also frowned, trying to reconstruct the whole incident in his mind.

　However, the information he obtained was also very limited, basically the same as Robert's.

　If we reason using normal logic, the final result will naturally not be much different.

　However, unlike Robert, he obtained the latest information from Sister Carian.

　With Sister Kallian's abilities, even if someone had cast healing spells on the grassland elves, they wouldn't be able to escape her detection.

　She has now stated very clearly that the grassland elf has not suffered any external injuries, which is basically a confirmed conclusion.

　And those who are strong enough to make that grassland elf surrender without any resistance... even excluding the academy professors, there are quite a few in the current St. Marian Academy!

　Moreover, there's the possibility that multiple people committed the crime together. As for the motive...

　The "Academy Championship" is the simplest and most direct motivation!

　Given this situation, even Sherlock Holmes himself is among the suspects.

　After all, he was also among the senior group of the pre-competition contestants at St. Mary's Academy, and he had every motive to render his opponents powerless in advance.

　Shrek Holmes did not simply pin the blame on the orcs who had a grudge against the elves.

　He genuinely felt that while orcs were indeed stupid, they couldn't possibly be this stupid.

　If the attack were to occur during this timeframe, the orcs from the War Totem Academy would undoubtedly be the prime suspects.

　But if they're really that stupid...

　No, impossible. If the orcs attacked, the grassland elf couldn't possibly be without external injuries.

　Shrek Holmes immediately overturned his conclusion.

　He was quite certain that if the orcs found an opportunity, they would definitely target the grassland elves. But at most, it would only amount to fighting and brawling; they would never be so vicious as to attack a person's soul.

　Because doing that would completely change the severity of the situation.

　Attacking a soul is equivalent to attempted murder, and even attempted murder is a serious crime. Doing such a thing at St. Marian Academy, even if not handed over to the Kingdom Court, would result in expulsion, a farewell in another form (the Academy Championship).

　Then their original motives would seem utterly ridiculous. However, few could think as calmly as he did. Shrek Holmes was troubled by this. He had foreseen the impending chaos.

　"Boom boom boom!"

　The door to the infirmary was suddenly knocked on again, and this time the knocker was clearly angry.

　Sister Lillian got up and opened the door.

　But just as the lock clicked, the door was suddenly pushed in from the outside. Sister Lillian dodged it with lightning speed.

　Then the long-eared elf flew in and ran straight toward the ward.

　After that, Sister Lillian saw another leader of the Elf Clan—"Elf Princess" Lucia Artemis.

　Lucia appeared relatively calm and didn't seem particularly flustered. But deep within her eyes burned a fire.

　"Hello, I apologize for McMillan's rudeness. But it was because he was too anxious not to frighten you."

　"No no."

　Sister Lillian quickly shook her head and then ushered the "elf princess" into the infirmary.

　But the people behind her also wanted to follow, but Sister Lillian blocked them from entering.

　She quickly closed the door, shutting out all those who wanted to gossip. "Is this a good idea?" Lucia asked casually.

　Sister Lillian said, "Too many people, too noisy, not good for the patient's recovery." Lucia didn't ask any more questions. She looked at the president of the sports club sitting against the wall and asked clearly, "You're the one who brought Dylan here."

　Her tone was very respectful.

　Shrek Holmes quickly replied, "I only brought him here; the student who actually discovered and provided emergency treatment to the elf was someone else."

　Lucia said very solemnly, "Once things are settled here, please be sure to help us convey our gratitude by saying that we will host a banquet to thank you."