As Caen entered the Palace, he walked through the long hallway.

Thanks to his abilities, he was able to hear all the voices, even if they were coming from miles away.

Thanks to that, he was able to listen to the conversation of some servants, who were talking about a topic which made him interested.

He casually waved his hand.

The servants that were standing in another corner of the palace disappeared. The next moment, they appeared right before him

Both the servants were stunned to find themselves standing before Caen, their young prince!

"Y-you are back, Young Lord." The Servants bowed respectfully.

In the entire palace, the person they were most scared of was Caen. His mother, and Janus were compassionate but he was different. He didn't hesitate even for a second before taking a life. And even if he killed a mere servant, nothing was going to happen to him.

"You were talking about a God being killed in the mortal realm?" Caen asked.

His words even stunned his friends. Since they had returned after a long time, it was their first time hearing of this incident.

The maid nodded. "T-that is right. It happened recently. The Lord of Lightning is no more..."

Hearing the maid, a young man in the back looked in disbelief. His figure flickered as he appeared before the maid, grabbing her throat.

"Do you know what you're saying?! How can my father die in the Mortal Realm! That's impossible!"

He was the son of the God of Lightning who had gone to the Lower Realm when he felt the law imbalance because of Gabriel's world level spell to make the world into his domain.

Unfortunately, let alone being able to stop Gabriel, he died inside.

Caen also frowned. This didn't make sense. How could a god with Divinity be killed by mere insects? However, he also knew that his maids wouldn't dare to lie before him.

"That's enough." He lazily stated, snapping his fingers.

The grip of the young man grew weaker. His palm opened and he was shot back, crashing on the wall behind.

Caen didn't care how he behaved with his followers.

He glanced at the young man, who coughed out some blood.

"Next time, don't interfere when I'm talking. Or you might not have a tongue left to speak," Caen reminded the young man before turning to the maid who was breathing heavily.

Finger imprints were still left on her throat.

"Who did it?" He asked, frowning.

The maid just looked blankly. They didn't know who did it. All they knew was that a god had died. Other than that, most of the information was unavailable to them or to anyone else.

"No one knows who did it," the maid answered.

"How is that possible? Someone died and no one knows who did it? Did no one go there to investigate and find out who did it?" Caen tilted his head, in disbelief.

This news wasn't small and should have spread far and wide in the Realm of God, but even then, for some reason, no one knew anything yet?

The maids lowered their heads as they shook their heads. They had a really bad feeling, as if they had somehow ended up in the conflict between two existences that they shouldn't have.

Everyone knew that many people demanded investigation. However, in the end, it was the decision of Janus to end this matter right there. He neither allowed others to leave the Realm of Gods, nor went there to investigate himself.

However, there were some people who thought that it was because Janus himself did it, since when it happened, even Janus wasn't in the realm of gods.

If they mentioned that rumor, it was bad for them so the maids didn't know what to say.

However, as they hesitated they started feeling suffocating, as if they couldn't breathe at all.

Scared of death, they only saw the emotionless eyes of Caen as if he was looking at an ant who he could crush at any moment.

He had thousands of people he could ask. The maids knew that he was actually going to kill them if they didn't answer him. He wasn't known for his patience after all.

The maids told Caen everything they had heard about Janus, including the rumors. Even though they liked Janus more and more that he wouldn't do it, but when it came to their lives, they didn't hide anything.

After receiving his answer, Caen was lost in some thoughts.

The God of Lightning was someone who supported him after all. For Janus to kill the God of Lightning, it wasn't impossible according to him.

"Where is my dear uncle now?" He asked the maids.

"He returned for only a little while before leaving. He's not in the Realm anymore. However, the Lady might know where he went."

"Mother?" Caen nodded. It made sense for the maids to not know where his uncle left. However, his Uncle would usually tell his mother if he had to leave the Realm for a long time.

Caen let the maids go. At the same time, he told his friends to leave. He only brought them here to annoy his uncle.

Instead, he went to his mother to know where Janus actually was. At the same time, he decided to investigate himself, just what it was that Janus was trying to hide by stopping this investigation.

In fact, he already knew that Janus was hiding something, since he often left the Realm of Gods without telling anyone where he was going. Even his mother didn't tell him most of the time where Janus used to go.

He tried following Janus by using other people. However, Janus was quite powerful, that it was possible to follow him without letting him know.

In the last twenty years, he still didn't know where Janus used to go. However, he had a feeling that it had something to do with his Uncle's Scheme, because of which he kept delaying the coronation.

He didn't want to stay idle. He decided to take care of the matter personally as only one year was left.