A few hours earlier, at the lakeside.
Julius stared hard at the crumpled paper in his hand.
His eyes narrowed, then suddenly lit up with sharp certainty.
"It must be him!" he muttered under his breath.
He leaned back on the bench, his brows pulling together in deep thought.
'However, I don't think he knows that I transmigrated,' he thought.
A small, confident smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as the pieces clicked together in his mind.
"If he really knew I transmigrated, he wouldn't have been able to predict that I would steal the divination board."
"To reach that conclusion, he would need to know that the new saint trial was my doing."
Julius's expression grew more and more sure. He tapped the paper lightly with one finger, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"It wasn't anything obvious. Nothing in the original story would have told him that I was behind the saint trial or that I would steal the divination board."
