My Immoral Detective System

The next day when Lia woke up at 3:30 am, she washed up and walked outside her bedroom habitually. These days, she was used to seeing Zion's voice coming out of his room at this time, indicating that he had woken up, but today, it was so silent that her feet paused in front of his room as a frown crossed her forehead.

Why was her servant still asleep? She remembered that these days, his habit of staying in bed until late morning had improved a lot, and she hadn't been throwing buckets of cold water on his face for a few days. So why did he not wake up today?

Her frown deepened as she instantly opened the door to his room with the spare key she had asked the manager. As she opened the door, she noticed him lying flat on his stomach on the bed while facing the window. If you were to see his body, he wouldn't seem injured, but Lia could tell something was different. Being a dhampir, her senses were stronger as compared to ordinary people. So as soon as she entered the room, she sensed quickly that her servant's breath was so slow to the point that it seemed as if it would stop any second.

Her expressions became grave as she entered his room and closed the door behind him. After that, she touched Zion's forehead with the back of her hand. The skin was so hot that it almost felt like a stove! Her hand jerked back as she stared at his unconscious body with widened eyes.

Just….How did her slave end up like this?!

She didn't have time to think more about it. It seemed that if she failed to treat him, he would end up dying any minute! It was a good thing that she knew a few healing techniques with both hand signs and herbs. Otherwise, her servant would have been doomed!

Lia dragged a stool and placed it beside the bed before sitting on it in the lotus position. Then she made a couple of hand signs as energy appeared out of her hand and traveled straight toward Zion's legs, entering his calves. That was the place where the fireball had attacked earlier, and even though she didn't know anything about where the root problem was, the energy found that place and started healing that area.

About half an hour later, Zion's fingers moved as his eyes opened. The first scene he saw was the opened window. Curtains fluttered because of the wind. At this moment, he felt at peace as if something was washing the insides of his legs with cold water to calm the burning pain that he had felt the night before. The pain was still there, but the presence of that energy made him feel at peace, almost to the point that he wanted to freeze and continue to feel it.

But it seemed Lia had realized that her servant woke up. So she abruptly stopped healing and said in an angry voice, "Where the heck did you go last night?!"

Zion's body stiffened. He slowly turned and looked at the Dhampir princess, whose entire face had become red in anger. All of a sudden, he felt a wave of guilt rushing in his heart. He pursed his lips and refused to say anything.

But his silence fanned her anger even more. She pointed her fingers at his face and said, "It was good that your situation wasn't life-threatening. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to save you at all! My power can only heal small injuries. Do you know how dangerous it was??" She took a deep breath and curbed her anger. "It was a good thing that you were attacked with only one fireball. That's why you weren't dead on the spot. If the elves had attacked you more, I fear your body couldn't have taken it, and you would have died right there. So do you understand what I'm saying?! You could have DIED!"

Zion didn't say anything knowing it was his fault to get involved last night. Even though he had a hunch that something terrible would happen, he continued with his plans. That was the mistake on his part. So he steeled his heart for once and turned his head to look out of the window.

Lia, who observed her servant's silence, rubbed her forehead in irritation and got up from her seat. She walked over to the door as she glanced back and glared at the human. "You better behave today. Otherwise, I'll kill you off and slice your body into pieces!"

The detective squinted his eyes as he stared outside the window. It was still dark with a hint of light that was about to shine from the horizon. When Lia left his room, he glanced at the clock hung on the wall. It was already 4 am.

Earlier, he didn't know how this world worked, so he was utterly confused after seeing these wall clocks that looked the same as those in his world. He was clear about one thing: none of the dhampirs and elves had a trace of technical stuff. So how did they make wall clocks and similar things that would run on batteries without electricity?

But after watching how the citizens were fighting yesterday with different kinds of magical balls, he could assume that these clocks would have been made by the elves using spells and transported to other races. Now when the elves, according to what Zion heard last night, are losing their powers, it would severely affect the entire kingdom.

At this time, many forces might appear out of nowhere to make use of such an opportunity and fight back to take over the throne. Zion's eyes narrowed. Were the killings also happening because of the throne?

Although he couldn't be 100% sure of this fact, he could still tell that the throne might play an essential role in the current situation. The question was, who would want to have the throne?

To find out more about this case, Zion thought that he should get more information about elves and their magic. After thinking of this, he pursed his lips and pushed himself off of the bed. He would go and search for a library today.