In the end, under the strong protest of the Frangchouar House, the case of the Duchess of Batistian’s death was quietly forgotten.

‘Am I going mad? Finally? How can I feel attracted to such a witch?’

The father, who shed blood tears every day, vowed thorough revenge as he looked at his mother’s portrait.

Pellio also grew into adulthood, harboring a vengeful desire towards Ermedillin and the Duke of Frangchouar.

‘Get a hold of yourself!! That woman is your mother’s enemy!’

He tried to deny his feelings by slapping himself, but his wavering heart did not know how to calm down.

“Damn!!”

Eventually, Pellio, who spat out a big curse, seemed to make up his mind and stood up inside the running carriage.

The road seemed rough as the carriage shook quite severely, but he stood upright without staggering and looked down at the brooch on the floor.

He sighed heavily and lifted his right leg.

Then he struck down at the brooch with force.

“…….”

However, his foot merely damaged the carriage floor and did not manage to break the brooch.

Ermedillin was deeply worried about Pellio’s reaction yesterday afternoon, but she had no time to worry about such things.

The trial was finally here, and defending the boy who had stabbed the Empress, or rather the boy who had stabbed her, was more urgent.

After arriving here, being ignored and despised as a villain, Ermedillin once resented the unknown person who had put her in this role, rather than just letting her die.

But there was a moment when she was grateful for coming to this world, the moment when she rescued that little baby in the parallel reality.
Regretting her previous life, she would have wanted to see her exboyfriend, who had abandoned her, feel regretful; and she also felt sorry for not being able to save the child she wanted to rescue as she was dying.

So when the baby’s breathing stabilized, tears streamed down her face, and a smile broke through, despite the tears.

Ermedillin was determined.

Though the child had stabbed her, she wanted to save him somehow.

She wanted to teach him that using violence to solve problems was wrong.

She wanted to tell the child, left alone after his family had died, that he was not alone, and that someone wished for him to grow up safe and sound.

Soon the defendant appeared.

Given that he was a royal assassin, jeers should have filled the gallery, but the courtroom was eerily silent.

Despite many spectators present, it was a public trial.

‘Everyone must regret that I’m alive. Fortunately, I don’t hear any applause.’

Even though she had come to this place to save the boy, this situation was still bitter to Ermedillin.

It really felt like she was the enemy of the entire empire, receiving everyone’s hatred.

Keeping her face expressionless and her head upright, she was soon joined by Loony, who subtly took her hand.

“What’s this? Weren’t you the one saying earlier that we shouldn’t go out? Complaining about why we were trying to save a criminal?”

Ermedillin gave Loony a soft, affectionate reprimand that only he could hear.

“That guy is disgusting, but honestly, the attitude of these people is incredibly annoying, too.”

While Ermedillin herself couldn’t openly show her displeasure, Loony was not so constrained.

He scratched precisely where it itched with refreshing words.

The trial proceeded formally.

The prosecutor interrogated, and the defense attorney, Pellio, spoke for the boy.

The boy was caught redhanded, an assassin who had stabbed the empress.

Nobles who had some understanding of the circumstances, even the common people who had come to see the witch’s face, agreed that the boy would be executed.

All they were curious about was what terrible punishment the wicked witch would hand down to the boy who had tried to kill her.

Finally, it was time for Ermedillin, the victim, to testify.

She calmly testified to the truth in response to the prosecutor’s questions.

“Thank you for your testimony, Your Majesty.”

After the prosecutor returned to his seat, Pellio stepped forward to question Ermedillin.

Most of the nobles wondered why a competent attorney like Pellio had been engaged for such a formal trial.

“Do you admit that the poison in the dagger was manufactured by you, Your Majesty?”

The room buzzed.

The spectators, who had thought there would be only routine questions, suddenly became interested in the trial proceedings.

“Yes, I do. It was a poison I created.”

Truthfully, Ermedillin was not sure if the poison was one she had created in the past.

She had only survived because it was a poison she had created, and she had been able to ward off Count Francois’s curse using similar magic during Helen’s time, as Louise had told her.

“That cursed poison, I understand it is quite expensive.”

“Yes, it is.”
Ermedillin searched through the customer list left by her former self and was able to find the approximate price of the cursed poison.

“How much is it?”

“It will be about the price of a fourwheeled carriage pulled by four horses.”

Since a carriage itself is such an expensive means of transportation, and only the nobility can own it, a carriage pulled by four horses is a luxurious item that can only be owned by those with not only the economic means but also a high rank.

“So it’s not something an ordinary person can purchase.”

“That’s right.”

“Then do you remember who purchased the poison?”

At Pellio’s question, Ermedillin first glanced at Princess Velia for a moment.

Then, keeping a cool expression, she slowly looked around the rest of the nobles whose names would have been written in Ermedillin’s ledger at least once.

“How can I remember all those many customers? But I don’t accept customers who are not worthy of my reputation, so there must be a noble with a high rank behind it.”