Zion didn't have to wait for a long time before he heard someone's footsteps coming closer to him. After suppressing the urge to react, he kept his breathing slow before he focused on the noise coming from the person walking closer to him. Soon, he felt someone's shadow on his face, but he didn't react.

At this time, the system, who was still watching everything, suddenly lamented. "Ahh…..Where's my beauty?! Why did my intuition lie to me?! The hidden spy turned out to be a man!" ​​

Zion had the urge to shout at this system, but he suppressed his emotions again before he heard the man moving. He assumed that this person would come for the knife. After all, the black-cloaked man still had to prove that Princess Lia was the murderer. That was why Zion had kept the knife out in the open for the shadow spy to come out and go back to his master.

His plan was simple. After the knife was taken away, Zion would ask the system to change his identity to a human, and then he would enter the human division and live among human servants. But of course, this plan would work under the premise that the black-cloaked man wanted to kill the princess in the cell and tarnish her image in front of everyone so that no one would believe her tales.

But what if the magic spy failed to come? That was also a possibility he had thought of, which seemed unrealistic. If the crown prince didn't want this knife anymore, then it would mean they had another method to kill the princess in front of the audience. But then, why would they even plant Lia's knife as fake evidence if they already had another method at hand? That would make no sense at all!

If the fake evidence was planted for another reason, the black-cloaked man wanted to do nothing with the princess for now and just aspired to lead Zion around the nose and misguide him into thinking that the murderers wanted the knife. When he thought of this, he paused. An ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

What if that really was the case? He hadn't considered this possibility at all! According to common sense, the enemy shouldn't even know about Zion's existence. Neither should anyone have thought beforehand that he would take away that knife when he was in his human-ghost identity. So that was why the thought that the murderer wanted to misguide him didn't even appear in his mind.

But if this was true….

Zion's heartbeat sped up at this thought. He didn't dare to think what would happen if that really were the case. If the enemy didn't want the knife, the spy shouldn't have appeared. But the fact that this spy had appeared showed that perhaps his first deduction was correct. So he forced himself to calm down, but the feeling in his heart didn't disappear.

Throughout his career, Zion had given his intuition the first preference over anything. Whenever he was in trouble, his keen intuition would always help him in dire situations. But right now, he didn't want his instinct to be correct. If it were true, it would mean those villains weren't after the knife but wanted to kill him instead!

Zion's fingers formed a fist and gripped the bedsheet under the blanket tighter. He couldn't let his guard down, or he would end up dying the second time because of his foolishness!

He waited and waited for the spy to pick up the knife, but that person didn't move. He could still feel a shadow looming over his face as he continued to pretend as if he were asleep. His heartbeat went faster as time passed.

After a few more seconds, Zion realized that he had yet again underestimated his enemies. He should have considered his course of action from all angles! How did the enemy even know about his identity?

No, he shouldn't come to this conclusion just yet. Perhaps the spy wanted to kill him only because he had approached the princess. Maybe the black-cloaked man didn't want anyone to hear the thing that the princess was hiding.

But now wasn't the time to think about it. He would ponder over it after reaching the safe place!

The next moment, he opened his eyes and flipped his body to the other side of the wooden bed before jumping on the ground. He saw a man wearing a black outfit from head to toe had already slashed the bed into two pieces with his sword.

Zion's eyes widened after seeing that. If his response were a second later, he would have died already! "System, do you have anything to boost my speed?"

007, who was still shocked after seeing the action, woke up from the trance and appeared in front of Zion's eyes before exclaiming, "Ahhh-"

"You can scream all you want after we escape! Tell me, do you have anything to help me with?!" The black spy attacked Zion as he slashed the sword toward the detective, who bent down to escape the attack.

"Th-There is….But it's costly and temporary!"

"I don't care! Loan me!" Zion couldn't care less now. He could only think about his survival for now. Another set of furniture broke after the spy attacked him multiple times.

"But, there are restrictions!" The system also knew how delicate the situation was! He wiped the sweat on his forehead and continued, "If you take a loan of points more than you will earn in the first case, you will have a deadline under which you would have to pay them back! The thing you wish for costs fifty points, and you will have fifty weeks to pay them back!"

"That's fine! It's almost a year." Zion desperately urged the system as he dodged another attack. "I don't have the skills to fight this person."

He felt like he had almost reached the end of his life after seeing the sword going near his throat so many times. His heart was jumping in his chest like a rabbit afraid of death, but he couldn't do a thing about it.

Would he be saved from this situation?