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"Hey!"

"You took so long to open the door, what were you doing hiding in the room all by yourself?" Nina asked coldly.

Roger looked at Nina as if she were an idiot: "Isn't it obvious? Of course I'm sleeping in my own room."

"is it?"

"Something like this happened in the Holy Land, and you're still in the mood to sleep?"

"What can I do if I don't sleep? It has nothing to do with me anyway." Roger yawned lazily.

"Oh, right."

"Please allow us to search your room. After all, you probably know that I am here on the orders of the Sword God to search for stolen goods. Now, it's your room's turn."

"Huh?"

"mine?"

Roger was taken aback.

Nina stared at him without changing her expression and earnestly reminded him, "Yes... please cooperate and let us go in to check the room."

"Hahahaha, are you kidding me?"

"...No way? No way? You even need to be wary of a gentleman like me?"

"What kind of joke is this?"

"Nina, are you insulting my character?" Roger was very angry, with a furious expression.

"This is an official matter."

Nina stood with her hands on her hips, looking fierce: "Even if you are the Sword King, you must cooperate with the investigation. After all, this is an order personally given by the Sword God to thoroughly investigate this matter."

…………

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Roger's forehead.

He is now in a dilemma.

Let them in; the evidence under the bed can't be hidden any longer.

Not letting them in would make me seem guilty and trying to cover it up.

He stood hesitantly at the door, one hand on the doorframe, pondering what to do.

Roger's unusual behavior naturally aroused Nina's suspicion.

"Hey... what's with all the dawdling? Could it be that you're the pervert who stole panties?"

"How is this possible?!"

Roger practically shouted, "Others may not understand me, but you do! I'm not interested in anything other than swordsmanship, okay?"

Nina stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly considering the credibility of his words: "Hmm... that's true, you don't seem like the kind of person who would do something like that."

If we were to ask who in the entire Holy Land understands Rogge the most, then without a doubt it would be Nina.

Upon hearing Nina's words...

Roger was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

“But in order to clear your name, it would be better if we checked you. That way, you can clear your name, right?” Nina said, and started to walk inside.

"........."

The beads of sweat on Roger's forehead grew even denser.

Just at this critical moment, a gentle voice came from behind: "Nina, leave this to me."

Izuru appeared at the end of the corridor at some point, smiling as she walked towards them.

She glanced at Roger very quickly as she passed him.

There was a subtle, amused look in his eyes, as if he had guessed something, yet also as if he hadn't seen through anything at all.

"you?"

Nina was somewhat surprised.

"Ah."

Izuru nodded. "Hurry up, you go search other places too, I'll take care of this room."

"If you can't trust others, you should at least trust me, right?"

Nina frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved her hand in a deflated manner: "...Okay."

"Then it's up to you."

She turned and left with her entourage, her footsteps fading into the distance.

Only Roger and Izoruti remained in the corridor.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window, falling on Izuru's slightly narrowed eyes.

She turned her head, gave Rogge a half-smile, and said softly, "Then... may I come in, Sword King?"

"well."

Roger opened his mouth, his heart pounding. For the first time in his life, he felt like someone walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff.

The moment Izoruti stepped into the room

Roger's heart suddenly raced. He prayed frantically in his heart—please don't look under the bed, please don't look under the bed, please!

Oh God.

Jesus.

Oh, Buddha.

Rogge prayed to gods and Buddhas, and in the depths of his heart, he kept praying frantically.

………………

Izuru slowly looked around, her gaze sweeping over the desk, wardrobe, and windowsill.

Then she suddenly stopped looking at Rogge's face, scrutinizing him with a subtle gaze: "Huh... why are you so nervous?"

"nervous?"

Am I nervous?

"Hahahaha!"

Rogge forced an innocent smile. "I'm completely innocent; I have nothing to hide."

He said that, but a fine layer of cold sweat had actually seeped out behind his back.

"is it?"

Izuru smiled and looked away, pacing around the room a couple of times before nodding. "It seems I'm sorry... I must have wronged you."

Roger felt a sense of relief, but before he could even exhale, he felt a surge of anger.

"However..."

Izuru suddenly turned her head to look at the bedside, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I don't think we've searched under the bed yet, have we? You don't mind if I take a look, do you?"

"...Hehe, please make yourself at home."

Roger's jaw was clenched so tightly that it was grinding, but he still maintained a calm and collected expression.

He took a deep breath and began to make plans in his mind.

If Izuru did search under the bed, he would ambush her from behind; the bottom line was to ensure she didn't discover the stolen goods.

No!

Absolutely not!

If he were to be found out and caught red-handed, his reputation in the Holy Land of Swords would be completely ruined.

It's estimated that he will become the most despicable sword king in history, bar none.

Izuru slowly approached the bedside, squatted down, and began to lift the drooping bed sheet.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Izoruti couldn't help but gasp.

"Has it already been discovered?"