My Immoral Detective System

No one saw the black-cloaked man moving his lips, and as soon as he was done, the sword in his hand was engulfed in white light as if the weapon was empowered with energy. But it happened so fast that the king only had to blink before he saw the man coming in front of him while aiming the magically charged weapon at his neck.

Rhesus wasn't surprised after seeing his opponent using spiritual energy to energize the weapon. It was a norm for some races born with spiritual power running through their veins to use their Qi to energize their weapons. It was just that this was the only thing they could do while Dhampir royals were almost well versed with how to regulate the Qi within their vines and use several hand signs to create various attacks depending on their spiritual roots. Since his spiritual root was electricity, he could use it in the form of attacks.

This was the reason why the king was confident that he could win against this person. There was no way he believed that the man standing before him knew about anything other than sending Qi to the sword.

He didn't think too much about the person in front of him before dodging the attack and forcing his Qi running inside his veins onto the sword in his hand. Soon, even his weapon was charged with spiritual energy that shone brightly within the sun.

Just then, the black-cloaked man turned around and hit the king again, and this time, Rhesus blocked the attack. Two powerful weapons collided as sparks flew between them. They both stared at each other with squinted eyes before jumping back.

The king didn't mean to change the attack so soon and reveal his cards. He wanted to judge what the other person could do by exchanging blows, but it seemed the man also wanted to do the same. They were both guarding against each other while they fought. None of them thought of attacking with full force and making the person in front of them die at one strike. They were busy guessing the limit of the other person's power.

After fighting for ten minutes like this, the king vaguely figured out that the black-cloaked man was somewhat cautious and believed in striking fiercely rather than playing it safe. Even though the man was trying to keep it low while fighting, he could still expose his desire to attack ruthlessly.

The king became even more cautious after seeing this. He instantly made complicated hand signs with one hand. Just as he finished, the sword on his hand started glowing. Qi in his body surcharged the sword with even more energy and covered the entire weapon with electricity. This was one of the hidden attacks he often used to surprise the opponents and silently warn him that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

It had been years ever since he had used this attack, and even now, when he felt that his body was deteriorating, the attack was still powerful as before. But for some reason, the king's vitality wasn't as strong as it was in his youth. Drops of sweat appeared on his forehead just with one attack. The hand that was close to his chest with two fingers straight and others closed trembled, but he could only bite the bullet and endure.

He couldn't back away now when he could see the enemy before his eyes. Just then, a worried voice yelled from the courtroom. "Your Majesty, let me fight this man!"

Prince Heath, who was silently observing from the side, finally decided that the king wasn't wrong and thought of helping his brother while putting aside their differences. He could tell that the king's strength had decreased with time, and Rhesus was on the verge of collapse. When he thought of the words the king said before the attack and how the black-cloaked man reacted, it didn't take time for him to connect the dots and realize that they all had been fooled into fighting amongst each other.

When he realized this, he wanted to charge against the enemy and kill him in one shot! That was why Prince Heath opened his mouth and asked the king about this.

Rhesus spat blood and took a few deep breaths to gather strength to speak while attacking the black-cloaked man with his electrical sword. "I'm fine. This is due to my negligence, brother. I'll deal with it no matter what!" He paused as if he remembered something and dodged the enemy's attack before sending out an electrical attack with his sword. "I was the one who challenged the man, so I should be the one fighting him, not you!"

The black-cloaked man's lips moved, and a protective layer finally appeared before his body that blocked the spiritual attack.

When Rhesus and others saw this, they were all shocked. They stared at the man with widened eyes. The king's face turned pale when he realized that the man standing before him knew how to use spells to regulate the Qi and generate other attacks! He had thought that this man in black robes was an individual from a typical race, but if this person were using spells to fight back, the king was in grave danger!

Only two races knew how to use spells to manipulate the Qi to attack their opponent: The elves and magicians. The king would rather die before believing that the elves had anything to do with this. Since ancient times, the elves had been born with spiritual energy flowing in their veins. They didn't have to meditate for years like Dhampirs, who had to learn to charge their veins with spiritual energy.

At present, the elf race had everything it needed: wealth and prestige. If the current Queen of the elves had asked him to surrender to her, he would have obliged her demands and collaborated with her. Rhesus knew that the elves were currently the superrace of the world and powerful enough to bring everyone to their feet just with a single spell.

So there was no way the king would believe that this black-cloaked man was an elf because, from what he knew, this race would never use an underhanded technique to attack. They would instead charge at their enemies and kill them directly.

And why even the elves would attack him? He had a good relationship with the Elf Queen. So he knew they would never do this to him.

But the magician race was different. They were many wizards and witches who had already become extinct back when the world war had happened between humans and all the races. These people were said to be even more powerful than the elves, and they were able to overpower everyone just using threat. It was just that they had sided with the humans back then that led to their demise. This piece of history was known to everyone from all the races in this world.

So when the king thought about it, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Did this black-cloaked man belong to the extinct magician race?