The Chief Judge gave a signal, and three patients were immediately brought before the courtroom stage.After waiting for some time in the courtyard of the courthouse…Three figures appeared, each in a different condition: a young man trembling violently, a woman lying unconscious, and an old soldier with a leg that had turned bluish and was covered in festering wounds.The Judge spoke loudly,“Divine Physician Ardhana, these three patients are our people who suffer from the most difficult diseases to cure in all of Draken! If you succeed in healing them without error… all charges will be dropped.”Doctor Dragon sneered coldly. Even he hadn’t expected it—the Judge seemed to be slightly siding with him. After all, he himself had once treated those three patients… and only achieved failure.Ardhana stood firm before hundreds of watching eyes.The shadow of the black mask on his face made him look mysterious, but his gaze was calm, filled with confidence.“Very well,” he said softly. “Let

“And now, as responsibility for the defamation against the Divine Physician… I will officially fund all the needs of the Divine Medist Clinic… Not only that, for anyone… who dares to touch that clinic, or the Divine Physician himself, it will be the same as offending me?!”“All hail the Supreme Judge?!”“Hail!” all the citizens cheered for that victory.Yet amid the cheers that refused to fade, Ardhana and Nimira had already returned to the Holy Land Village.Inside the clinic, which was still quiet—“Nimira… I truly never expected the background of your identity…”Nimira shook her head. “Do you think, with all the identities I possess, I feel proud? Ardhana, you’re wrong…”“What an ungrateful granddaughter…” interrupted the old man, who had once been Ardhana’s patient, as he entered the clinic.Tap! Tap!Silence fell as Ardhana narrowed his eyes. Dozens of men in luxurious suits began placing down the chests they carried.“Senior, what do you mean?”The old man slowly shook his head.

All heads turned. The sound of high heels echoed across the white stone hall. Calm, yet each step carried a subtle pressure that seemed to press against the chests of everyone present.From the main entrance, a man around thirty-five years old stepped in, wearing a silver robe embroidered with black dragons. On his chest hung a badge shaped like an eagle’s eye—the symbol of the Empire’s highest inspector.“Your Excellency, Lord Vargan…” one of the evaluators murmured, immediately rising and bowing.Vargan’s gaze swept over Ardhana from head to toe. His eyes were cold, his lips curved into an insincere smile.“So, the Divine Healer? The one rumored to have saved hundreds with a single remedy, defeated two corrupt nobles, and now even capable of curing the Emperor’s daughter.”He narrowed his eyes. “It sounds… like a legend too perfect to believe.”Ardhana simply looked at him calmly. “If you wish to verify it, you can try it yourself. I don’t mind.”The room fell silent instantly. The

That night, the wind howled fiercely around the northern tower of Dumai Palace. Lanterns swayed, and the shadows of the guards stretched long across the marble walls.Ardhana sat on the balcony of his chamber, staring into the dark night sky. In his hand, he held a small letter from Nimira.“Be careful in the palace. My grandfather actually knows who was behind your grandfather’s death. His death happened because he gave you a path to become an official… I no longer blame you, but remember this—trust no one, not even those who appear to be on your side.”—NimiraArdhana slowly clenched the letter. A soft knock on the door made him turn his head.“Come in,” he said.Vargan entered, no longer wearing his silver robe, only the black inner attire typical of royal guards. Yet his aura remained sharp.“I thought you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight,” he said, sitting down across the table without permission.“I can’t sleep in a place full of secrets,” Ardhana replied flatly.Vargan smirked. “Yo

The Main Courtroom of the Dumai Palace, after all the evidence had been meticulously gathered over the span of three days.The atmosphere in the palace that morning was stifling. The sky was a dismal gray, with heavy clouds hanging low over the golden towers. The palace drums thundered three times—a signal for the Imperial Court of Honor, a supreme assembly convened only when a member of the nobility or military was accused of crimes against the state.At the center of the grand hall, the Emperor of Dumai sat upon his throne in his black ceremonial robes. To his left stood Vargan, his face an expressionless mask, and to his right stood Nimira, her gaze fixed sharply forward.Beneath the steps of the throne stood Ardhana, now clad in the white robes and red belt characteristic of the Palace High Justice. His face was partially concealed by a thin silver mask, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible.Before him knelt a powerful man in black armor, his hair silver, bearing the emble