The fact that I could put Arist, who is more important than myself, on trial was because I mentioned the suspicion of Lady Emlern’s murder in front of everyone.
They couldn’t cover up the murder of a noblewoman without verifying it.
Moreover, even if the princess’s status became infamous, I was still an official of Count Lorenst.
In reality, my status was nothing more than a shell, not much different from the head priest’s, but still, I could lend weight to my words.
Despite Hubert’s child expressing anger, questioning how I could make such unverified statements in front of the king, I had expected that reaction.
‘He probably doesn’t want to stir up trouble over the insignificant Lady Emlern.’
But that’s exactly what I want.
To stir up trouble, to completely strip Arist of influence.
At least, confining her to a gloomy chamber might ease my frustration a bit.
I looked up at the gallery. The unpleasant wealthy men from Lorenst were sitting side by side there.
Count Lorenst shot me a stern look, and Hubert’s expression was cold.
[This time, I’m greatly disappointed in you, Eigrain. Was that what you meant by repaying trust?]Whether he said it or not, I felt satisfied that my efforts to cater to Hubert’s whims had been worthwhile.
Count Lorenst and Viscount Bakenen were furious like burning flames.
[I’m barely trying to forget a sad incident, and you throw fuel on the fire? Are you out of your mind?]Whether he said it or not, I met eyes with Hubert, who leaned forward.
What is he trying to say?
Thud!
I turned my head at the sound of the thick door opening.
Thud, thud.
Three judges entered and took their seats.
Looking back at Hubert, he was staring straight at me, as if he had never seen me before.
Following the secretary’s guidance, everyone in the gallery, including me, stood up and showed respect to the judges.
“Please be seated, everyone.”
Before the judges appeared, the bustling hall became solemn.
“Now, we will begin the trial regarding the suspicion of the murder of Rozalina Emlern Lorenst.”
The first judge in the center called Arist with an even voice.
Arist, who had been glaring at me on the opposite side, stood up.
“Is that person the murderer?”
A few people in the gallery murmured at her gentle and beautiful appearance.
The judge adjusted his glasses and looked down at a paper that probably contained her personal information.
“At the time of the victim’s death, what were you doing?”
“I was sleeping in my room.”
Arist, responding quietly as if questioning when she had stared at me, looked serene and calm.
Her pale face made her appear even more innocent.
It was clear she had applied makeup, or perhaps she had showered with cold water.
“Why am I sitting here accused of the crime of murder, and I still don’t understand.”
Arist wiped away a tear with her finger.
‘It has begun.’
It was just as I expected.
“Lady Emlern was my respected guardian. Why would I harm someone who cared for me and supported me until just before her passing?”
“This trial has been conducted following legal procedures. According to the kingdom’s laws, an investigator can file charges upon the request of a qualified individual.”
Arist clenched her fists as if shocked by the dry words of the emotionless judge.
Throughout the small, trembling body, sounds of teeth clicking were heard as if the person was shivering.
“If a qualified person requests, even an innocent person can become a villain.”
An almost resigned tone.
Although spoken like a soliloquy, it was vivid enough to be heard in the gallery.
People showing sympathy with a somewhat bitter nuance were seen. There were even whispers like, “Who put that poor girl in that position?”
Only the judge proceeded with the trial, unaffected by the surrounding atmosphere, using his consistently dry and indifferent voice.
“Investigator, begin the examination of both sides.”
“Yes.”
A stern-looking, thin man stood up.
I calmly stared at him as he approached me.
“Eigrain Lorenst, you raised suspicions about the murder of Lady Emlern and requested this trial, correct?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Please state the reasons.”
“Lady Emlern may not have had royal blood, but she is my mother. I know she wouldn’t make such a choice.”
Aris snorted at the word “mother.”
“Do you have evidence for your current statement?”
I nodded.
“Lady Emlern enjoyed gardening. She actively pursued her hobbies until recently.”
“…….”
“Would someone like that suddenly commit suicide?”
I furrowed my brow, as if indicating something strange.
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