God of Tricksters

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

A loud shout shook the camp. It was two o'clock in the morning, so most people were sleeping. And the new people had finally changed shifts.

However, one person among them actually found something that would shake the entire group.

Due to their location deep inside the monster's territory, they were already on high alert. A single shout was all it took for the people to wake up and even come out of their tents with their weapons.

"What is happening?" The Poison Princess shouted while trying to wear a long gown to cover her body from the cold wind. The voice was clearly not far from her, so that shout must have come from her bodyguard.

More and more people also gathered at one spot as they were wondering what had happened.

But the moment they reached the area, they were stunned to see the corpse of one of the Poison Princess' experts.

"This is…" The Poison Princess sucked a cold breath as she recognized the corpse.

The body had turned pale. It looked like it had been quite some time since he was murdered. Still, what shocked her the most was the huge hole in his stomach that ultimately killed him.

It was clear that there wasn't a single resistance before this man died, making it look like the work of an assassin.

"Who? Who killed my escort?" The Poison Princess gritted her teeth and shouted in anger, looking at the people around her. Although it was only a single Mythical Rank Expert, losing him was still a huge blow to her influence.

No one said anything because they were also perplexed about it.

"Did you kill him?" The Poison Princess looked at Theo immediately. However, the latter shook his head and said, "No."

Since Theo had been influenced by her poison, the Poison Princess immediately believed him. So, she turned to the Empress' Palace and the Martial World Institute. "Either of you must be the culprit."

"!!!" The Poison Princess' statement shocked both influences, never expecting the Poison Princess to instantly make them the culprit.

The first one to blow up was none other than Ragnar. He pointed at Theo and replied out loud, "No. It must be his group! Look at this hole on the stomach, it's so big that it looks like the wound that his archer's inflicted."

Theo furrowed his eyebrows and said, "You can't say anything you want without proof. There is also a chance that you're the killer. Do you think you can justify your reason just because of that? You're completely trying to make me like a villain because of the grudge earlier. Good, good, World Martial Institute, since you're playing like this, don't blame me for telling Joker about it."

"You bastard. This wound is completely similar to what your archer inflicted! And you're still playing innocent?"

"Creating this kind of wound is simple. You and I can even do it." Theo frowned. "It's clear that you're trying to frame me. Don't tell me… you're the culprit and trying to frame me? So, that's how it is…"

The plan was simple, Ragnar killed the guy and created a wound similar to what Ruth left. Then, he blamed Theo for everything.

Of course, that would be the case if the people around here were just utter fools. But Phyrill suddenly stepped forward and said, "Instead of arguing for something like this, shouldn't we take a close look at this corpse? As Mr. Mark said, a wound like this can easily be created, so there's a possibility that the archer is not at fault. It's just someone trying to imitate the wound and blame it on her.

"But this is just me speaking objectively. I'm good at examining wounds since I've worked in this kind of job before. Unfortunately, I can't tell the real wound because of this huge hole, and without proper equipment, you can't really examine anything too. Though, I can say with certainty that the culprit is among us."

Phyrill maintained his calm and even dared to voice his opinion objectively. It was a shocking statement, but they could understand why he said such a thing.

They felt a bit of admiration for Phyrill, thinking this young man had lots of guts as well as honesty. At the same time, the people from the World Martial Institute detested him for saying it objectively. After all, it looked like Phyrill was blaming Ragnar for the entire mess.

Still, they heard that the culprit was among them.

They immediately looked at each other, wondering if the person next to them was actually the culprit. Only Theo and his group didn't even bother looking.

Nella even smirked, mocking Ragnar for blaming her. "Among us huh…"

"What are you grinning about?" Ragnar roared at Nella.

"What? You want to blame me for weakening our group? You are very suspicious." Nella narrowed her eyes.

"You bitch!" Ragnar shouted as he stepped forward as if he was planning to beat Nella.

However, Ryo stood in his way, making sure that nothing would happen to his team.

Meanwhile, Theo had been staying for quite a while, looking at Phyrill. Despite working in such an environment, Phyrill still did all he wanted.

The Phyrill he knew was someone who just lived for the moments, enjoying his life to the fullest. But his calm demeanor showed how much he had matured over the past few years.

He truly never expected that Phyrill would speak up for him. Though, he understood that Phyrill was just stating all the facts he got from the corpse.

"So, who is the culprit?" The Poison Princess bit her lips, looking around.

"There might even be a traitor among your group, Princess." Nella smirked, annoying the princess.

"What did you say?" The Poison Princess glared at her.

Even Mark couldn't help but turn around and say, "Miss Ruth. Joker has told me that we're not here to make enemies. Please don't say something unnecessary."

"Tsk. Fine." Nella raised her hands as a symbol of giving up and stepped back just to enjoy the show.

Still, everyone was wondering who the culprit was, and they needed to find the culprit no matter what because it would greatly influence the entire expedition.