Zion entered the prison quickly without being discovered by the guards, but he knew that this world was strange and filled with magical things. He could tell that he would fall into danger if he continued to do dangerous things. When he reached the prison and stood before a familiar prison, he knocked on the system's door again.

"You can change my identity now." ​​

"Wait!" The system suddenly exclaimed. "I can sense a powerful source around you."

Zion raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes while suppressing his urge to glance around. After hearing the system's words, he could tell that someone had used magic to monitor him, and he had nearly given away his secret. He sighed in relief and thought that perhaps this 007 wasn't as bad as he thought.

But the next sentence coming out of the system's mouth destroyed the latter's image again. "If it were a girl, I would be happy! Host, find that person! I bet it's a female scout. I could feel her gender in my bones!" After saying this, the system temporarily disappeared from Zion's vision as if running for his life. Perhaps 007 could tell he made his host angry.

So the reason why the system warned Zion about someone monitoring him was only that this pervert wanted to find that scout's gender. A vein popped in Zion's neck. He had an urge to open kill this stupid system, but he went against his thoughts and took a deep breath before squinting his eyes at the door before him.

It was a good thing that he was already prepared and carried some tools to unlock this door; otherwise, he would have been stuck here. He took out a woman's hairpin he had found from the servant's quarters and used it to open the locks one after another.

That was easy....

Zion was more accustomed to unlocking doors with the help of technical methods like hacking and directly bombing the area. He placed his hands on the doorknob and was just about to open it when he remembered that this was a place filled with magical races, especially the guards and royals. Even though he didn't know whether the guards could use magic or not, he was sure that the scout that had been following around him shouldn't be royal.

So it was likely possible that there was a certain spell used on this door to stop a random person from opening it. He frowned and quickly retracted his hand before locking the door again.

That was close. He had nearly triggered a hidden mechanism. His shoulders relaxed as he glanced at the guards standing outside. It seemed he would have to open the door using the key. He was sure that the key would safely open the door for him.

After learning more about the royal knife, he had come to one conclusion. The royals could inject magical powers into weapons or things and give them a purpose. For instance, if a sword was meant to use lightning power, the royals would only have to inject lightning spells inside the material while the sword's blade was being created.

So Zion was sure that the key would have also been created like that. The key could nullify the magical power and help him open the door with ease. But if he stole the keys, he would have less time to spend inside the prison before anyone could find out that the key was missing.

A frown crossed his forehead. He was at a disadvantage this time only because he wasn't familiar with this magical world. So he took a deep breath and suppressed the unease in his heart before walking over to the soldiers guarding the gate outside the prison corridor.

He squinted his eyes and scanned the sturdy bodies of those half-elf Dhampirs. His glance darted toward the guard standing on his right, and he quickly noticed a bunch of keys hanging from the man's waist. Now he would have to come up with a method to take that key.

Zion walked a few steps back and deliberately hit the door of the prison to create a noise. Even the princess, who was sleeping inside the cell, was disturbed and narrowed her eyes, but she didn't make a noise. It seemed as if she was waiting to see what was happening outside her cell.

A certain detective standing outside didn't know the thoughts of Lia. He hid in the shadows and glanced at one of those guards entering inside. Zion had two plans. If the one on the right had entered, it would have been easier to get that set of keys. But the one who entered was the left one. So Zion's body flashed toward the guard outside, who was still on his guard and sneakily took away the keys before directly walking out of prison.

The system popped out and tilted his head when he saw this action. Hadn't his host wanted to talk to the princess? Then why did this man walk outside instantly? "Why did you come out?"

Zion glanced at the furry man's image in front of his eyes and rolled his eyes. He just knew this system would come and ask him that. The low IQ of this system still surprised him. "You will never become smart."

"Why are you cursing me like this?!" 007 didn't know how he triggered his host and cried bitter tears. "I was just curious! Forgive me for that!"

A hint of anger flashed in Zion's eyes, but he closed them and suppressed his emotions. He knew that getting angry at this stupid system was useless. So he should just say the necessary words and kick 007 out! "These guards know how to use magic. So they would definitely use a spell to scan the entire area."

The system was about to say something when he felt powerful magic coming off from the prison's direction. He glanced at that place, and his eyes widened.

His host was spot on! He turned to look at Zion with worshipable eyes as the latter ignored the foolish system and glanced at the prison door.

It turned out those guards had really used that spell. The guards stood inside the prison corridor with the jail doors on either side of them locked. Not even the food window was left open. Their eyes were closed as they used several hand signs. The wind blew around them and scanned the entire prison before coming back to them.

After that, they opened their eyes, and both of them shook their heads. "Then....What was that noise?"

All of a sudden, a certain princess who was silent opened her mouth. "It was me." Her voice was sweet, as if it had a hint of honey dripping from it. "I want to eat something."