He glared at her with a look and gaze that was far too barbaric.
'You're probably scared by now,'
Hetor was certain.
Melanie, who had been dazed for a moment, widened her eyes and stared intently at Hetor before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"?"
"You know... I'm actually a barbarian, too."
Melanie whispered.
What are you talking about? It wasn't something a woman born and raised in a noble family should be saying, so Hetor asked involuntarily.
"That... what do you mean?"
Hetor felt ashamed of himself for dealing with her again, but he couldn't help but be curious.
Melanie's expression was utterly solemn, like someone about to reveal a great secret.
"Head."
"Huh?"
"My brain is a barbarian."
Melanie said seriously, tapping the side of her head with her index finger.
"...Ha, hahaha!"
Hetor burst into a weak laugh.
"Don't go around spreading rumors. Got it? Got it!"
Melanie grabbed Hetor's arm and urged him on.
Judging by her expression, she wasn't joking.
'Do you really think the people in the royal family don't know who you are?'
Most people in the Lapion royal family probably already knew who Melanie was, but she seemed to be the only one unaware.
"Are you going to spread rumors? Why aren't you answering?"
"I won't..."
Even without spreading rumors, everyone would know you're a barbarian, so what would I do?
Hetor burst into another ridiculous laugh.
"There's nothing I can do about treating you poorly, since you're Empress Roxana's bodyguard. If you feel wronged, you can go back to being the King of the barbarians on Tanya Island. You were also called the Pirate King."
"I'm still King."
"Really? Then why are you under Roxana?"
"..."
Melanie's question unintentionally touched something dormant in Hetor.
For Roxana's happiness, right... perhaps...?
Yes, that must have been true.
But when did that start to occur?
A gaping hole had formed in Hetor's heart.
It felt as if someone had suddenly thrust something into him.
Like a marionette, he felt as if something was manipulating his emotions.
Ever since that day he accidentally kissed Melanie, he'd felt a strange antipathy whenever he met Roxana.
"Have you found my weakness? Hey, King of the Barbarians, Pirate King! Can't you hear me?"
Melanie asked, waving her hand in front of Hetor's blankly stunned face.
Hetor lowered his gaze and stared blankly at her.
"What's with your expression? As if Empress Roxana had drugged you."
Had she administered some magical potion that would make him obey unconditionally?
Melanie's teasing remark caused Hetor's pupils to flutter violently.
After speaking with Pecilini in the examination room, Zelda headed to her office.
As she walked down the hallway, she encountered Stiane climbing the stairs, clutching a small basket.
"What's that?"
“His Majesty suddenly said he wanted to eat something. He said he wanted to roast it in the fireplace. He’s never done this before, so it’s strange.”
Stiane smiled, holding up a raw sweet potato.
I guess he’s craving roasted sweet potatoes today.
“Give it to me. I’ll take it in.”
I took the basket from Stiane and went into the office.
He was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking at papers.
“I heard you didn’t even eat.”
“Heh, I had a lot of cravings until this morning, but when lunchtime came, I didn’t feel well.”
“And then you suddenly had a craving for sweet potatoes?”
“Yeah, I was talking to Grand Duke Martins when I suddenly wanted one. Grand Duke Martins’s face kind of resembles a sweet potato, doesn’t it?”
“...Is that so?”
I sat down in front of him, picturing Grand Duke Martins’ face, which didn’t resemble a sweet potato at all.
He took the basket of sweet potatoes from my lap and threw them into the fireplace, as if tossing them.
"I've also put in an iron barrel. I should cook it there. But I have to go to the main temple soon, so I don't have much time. I'll have to eat it when I get back."
He said, licking his lips.
"If I turn up the heat a bit, it'll cook quickly."
"Then should I add some more firewood?"
Linel placed a few logs on the side of the fireplace and placed them in the fireplace.
I stared into the fireplace.
The once-gentle flames suddenly raged toward the fireplace grate.
He jerked back, startled by the blazing flames.
“Oh, surprise! The baby almost fell.”
“The baby’s inside here, right?”
I stroked my belly with my hand, and he did the same.
“That’s right. But why does it feel like our baby’s inside me?”
“Instead, while you’re at it, I wish you could give birth to the baby instead. Why are you so surprised by the heat being turned up so high?”
He knew his wife possessed the power of fire.
“You keep forgetting that I have human firepower.”
Linel looked at me with a knowing smile.
“Won’t that sweet potato turn into a burnt one?”
He watched the flames grow ever more intense, worried.
“I’ll adjust the heat while I roast it, so don’t worry and just go back to your work. It’ll be done in no time.”
“My mouth is watering already.”
Linel resumed reading the paperwork with a pleased expression.
Three minutes later, I looked away from the fireplace.
“It should be done now.”
I said, gradually reducing the heat.
“Already? Wait a minute. I should have brought some tongs or something to get us out... Zelda!!”
He stood up from his chair with a face full of anticipation, then gasped when he saw me reaching into the fireplace.
I snatched up a sweet potato, perfectly roasted in the reduced flames.
“What the heck! Are you crazy?”
He threw down the paperwork he was holding and examined my hand.
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
He looked incredulous even after seeing it with his own eyes.
“Of course. This level of flame is nothing. Wow, it’s perfectly roasted, not even burnt, since it was roasted in a container.”
I peeled the sweet potato, which was wafting with a sweet aroma, and handed it to him.
“It looks delicious.”
His mouth seemed to water at the sight of the bright yellow, ripe sweet potato.
"Yes, blow on it. Don't eat too fast and choke."
I wrapped the bottom of the sweet potato in a handkerchief to keep my hand warm and handed it to him.
Perhaps hungry, he began to eat it in a hurry. He repeatedly uttered "Ah, it's hot," while blowing on it, gulping down several sweet potatoes in the blink of an eye.
"Should we get going now? We need to get up now if we want to get to the courtroom on time."
He rose from his chair, his face flush with satisfaction.
I stretched out one arm to the side, stopping him from heading for the office door.
"Why?"
"You should pay me."
"Oh, you should."
Linel led me to the sofa, lay down first, and carefully pulled me closer.
Our bodies overlapped, then our lips.
Today's kiss was sweeter than cool.
"You'll pay me hazard pay, right?"
I lifted the hand I'd just placed in the fireplace and moved my fingers as if playing the piano.
"Of course I should. Hazard pay..."
He welcomed my words and shifted his posture.
The hand that had been munching on the sweet potato now wrapped around my ankle.
His kisses quickened, but his body settled heavily on mine.
The trial resumed after a recess, maintaining a solemn atmosphere.
The trial focused on whether the sword found in my dressing room had indeed been in my possession before the incident.
Prince Tesla claimed that I had hidden the real Incarnation Sword on the day of the incident and later procured a similar sword.
It was as expected.
Prince Tesla's words were true.
It was fortunate that I had created a sword similar to the Incarnation Sword before imprinting with it.
Melanie and Count Ethan, who would confirm my alibi, took the witness stand at the same time and took their oaths.
"First, I will ask Your Highness Melanie. Is it true that Her Highness Zelda procured the red jewel embedded in that sword?"
The High Priest asked Melanie, pointing to the sword on the evidence table.
"That's right. I procured it for her as soon as she asked. As you know, High Priest, procuring a ruby like that is no small feat for our family."
'You're probably scared by now,'
Hetor was certain.
Melanie, who had been dazed for a moment, widened her eyes and stared intently at Hetor before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"?"
"You know... I'm actually a barbarian, too."
Melanie whispered.
What are you talking about? It wasn't something a woman born and raised in a noble family should be saying, so Hetor asked involuntarily.
"That... what do you mean?"
Hetor felt ashamed of himself for dealing with her again, but he couldn't help but be curious.
Melanie's expression was utterly solemn, like someone about to reveal a great secret.
"Head."
"Huh?"
"My brain is a barbarian."
Melanie said seriously, tapping the side of her head with her index finger.
"...Ha, hahaha!"
Hetor burst into a weak laugh.
"Don't go around spreading rumors. Got it? Got it!"
Melanie grabbed Hetor's arm and urged him on.
Judging by her expression, she wasn't joking.
'Do you really think the people in the royal family don't know who you are?'
Most people in the Lapion royal family probably already knew who Melanie was, but she seemed to be the only one unaware.
"Are you going to spread rumors? Why aren't you answering?"
"I won't..."
Even without spreading rumors, everyone would know you're a barbarian, so what would I do?
Hetor burst into another ridiculous laugh.
"There's nothing I can do about treating you poorly, since you're Empress Roxana's bodyguard. If you feel wronged, you can go back to being the King of the barbarians on Tanya Island. You were also called the Pirate King."
"I'm still King."
"Really? Then why are you under Roxana?"
"..."
Melanie's question unintentionally touched something dormant in Hetor.
For Roxana's happiness, right... perhaps...?
Yes, that must have been true.
But when did that start to occur?
A gaping hole had formed in Hetor's heart.
It felt as if someone had suddenly thrust something into him.
Like a marionette, he felt as if something was manipulating his emotions.
Ever since that day he accidentally kissed Melanie, he'd felt a strange antipathy whenever he met Roxana.
"Have you found my weakness? Hey, King of the Barbarians, Pirate King! Can't you hear me?"
Melanie asked, waving her hand in front of Hetor's blankly stunned face.
Hetor lowered his gaze and stared blankly at her.
"What's with your expression? As if Empress Roxana had drugged you."
Had she administered some magical potion that would make him obey unconditionally?
Melanie's teasing remark caused Hetor's pupils to flutter violently.
***
After speaking with Pecilini in the examination room, Zelda headed to her office.
As she walked down the hallway, she encountered Stiane climbing the stairs, clutching a small basket.
"What's that?"
“His Majesty suddenly said he wanted to eat something. He said he wanted to roast it in the fireplace. He’s never done this before, so it’s strange.”
Stiane smiled, holding up a raw sweet potato.
I guess he’s craving roasted sweet potatoes today.
“Give it to me. I’ll take it in.”
I took the basket from Stiane and went into the office.
He was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking at papers.
“I heard you didn’t even eat.”
“Heh, I had a lot of cravings until this morning, but when lunchtime came, I didn’t feel well.”
“And then you suddenly had a craving for sweet potatoes?”
“Yeah, I was talking to Grand Duke Martins when I suddenly wanted one. Grand Duke Martins’s face kind of resembles a sweet potato, doesn’t it?”
“...Is that so?”
I sat down in front of him, picturing Grand Duke Martins’ face, which didn’t resemble a sweet potato at all.
He took the basket of sweet potatoes from my lap and threw them into the fireplace, as if tossing them.
"I've also put in an iron barrel. I should cook it there. But I have to go to the main temple soon, so I don't have much time. I'll have to eat it when I get back."
He said, licking his lips.
"If I turn up the heat a bit, it'll cook quickly."
"Then should I add some more firewood?"
Linel placed a few logs on the side of the fireplace and placed them in the fireplace.
I stared into the fireplace.
The once-gentle flames suddenly raged toward the fireplace grate.
He jerked back, startled by the blazing flames.
“Oh, surprise! The baby almost fell.”
“The baby’s inside here, right?”
I stroked my belly with my hand, and he did the same.
“That’s right. But why does it feel like our baby’s inside me?”
“Instead, while you’re at it, I wish you could give birth to the baby instead. Why are you so surprised by the heat being turned up so high?”
He knew his wife possessed the power of fire.
“You keep forgetting that I have human firepower.”
Linel looked at me with a knowing smile.
“Won’t that sweet potato turn into a burnt one?”
He watched the flames grow ever more intense, worried.
“I’ll adjust the heat while I roast it, so don’t worry and just go back to your work. It’ll be done in no time.”
“My mouth is watering already.”
Linel resumed reading the paperwork with a pleased expression.
Three minutes later, I looked away from the fireplace.
“It should be done now.”
I said, gradually reducing the heat.
“Already? Wait a minute. I should have brought some tongs or something to get us out... Zelda!!”
He stood up from his chair with a face full of anticipation, then gasped when he saw me reaching into the fireplace.
I snatched up a sweet potato, perfectly roasted in the reduced flames.
“What the heck! Are you crazy?”
He threw down the paperwork he was holding and examined my hand.
“It’s fine.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
He looked incredulous even after seeing it with his own eyes.
“Of course. This level of flame is nothing. Wow, it’s perfectly roasted, not even burnt, since it was roasted in a container.”
I peeled the sweet potato, which was wafting with a sweet aroma, and handed it to him.
“It looks delicious.”
His mouth seemed to water at the sight of the bright yellow, ripe sweet potato.
"Yes, blow on it. Don't eat too fast and choke."
I wrapped the bottom of the sweet potato in a handkerchief to keep my hand warm and handed it to him.
Perhaps hungry, he began to eat it in a hurry. He repeatedly uttered "Ah, it's hot," while blowing on it, gulping down several sweet potatoes in the blink of an eye.
"Should we get going now? We need to get up now if we want to get to the courtroom on time."
He rose from his chair, his face flush with satisfaction.
I stretched out one arm to the side, stopping him from heading for the office door.
"Why?"
"You should pay me."
"Oh, you should."
Linel led me to the sofa, lay down first, and carefully pulled me closer.
Our bodies overlapped, then our lips.
Today's kiss was sweeter than cool.
"You'll pay me hazard pay, right?"
I lifted the hand I'd just placed in the fireplace and moved my fingers as if playing the piano.
"Of course I should. Hazard pay..."
He welcomed my words and shifted his posture.
The hand that had been munching on the sweet potato now wrapped around my ankle.
His kisses quickened, but his body settled heavily on mine.
***
The trial resumed after a recess, maintaining a solemn atmosphere.
The trial focused on whether the sword found in my dressing room had indeed been in my possession before the incident.
Prince Tesla claimed that I had hidden the real Incarnation Sword on the day of the incident and later procured a similar sword.
It was as expected.
Prince Tesla's words were true.
It was fortunate that I had created a sword similar to the Incarnation Sword before imprinting with it.
Melanie and Count Ethan, who would confirm my alibi, took the witness stand at the same time and took their oaths.
"First, I will ask Your Highness Melanie. Is it true that Her Highness Zelda procured the red jewel embedded in that sword?"
The High Priest asked Melanie, pointing to the sword on the evidence table.
"That's right. I procured it for her as soon as she asked. As you know, High Priest, procuring a ruby like that is no small feat for our family."
Melanie replied with her usual cheerful expression and voice, showing no signs of nervousness.
"...I see. Is there a reason why Her Highness Zelda needed the ruby?"
“She said she wanted to go to the blacksmith’s and make a sword, but he wanted to decorate the hilt with a jewel. A ruby, if possible.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I remember swearing to myself, ‘Why would you put a jewel on a sword?’ I remember it clearly.”
Melanie added even unnecessary details, proving that her testimony was completely honest.
Still, Melanie seemed a little taken aback by the mention of swearing inwardly, as she gave me an apologetic look.
Melanie’s needless personal opinion created a strange situation where her testimony seemed more credible.
The High Priest, feeling a little burdened by dealing with Melanie, cleared his throat a couple of times before turning his gaze to Count Ethan, who was standing next to him.
“This time, I will ask Count Ethan, the master blacksmith of the Lapion Imperial Family. Is it true that Her Highness Zelda personally came to the Count’s workshop to make the sword?”
“You didn’t make the sword completely. You looked at the swords that had already been made, and after choosing the size you wanted, you set a ruby stone in the handle.”
“Why did you tell Count Ethan to put a ruby stone in the handle?”
“She said she wanted a sword similar to the Avatar Sword.”
Count Ethan recalled exactly what I had said in his workshop.
“Your Highness Zelda, is what Count Ethan testified to true?”
The High Priest asked me immediately.
“Yes, it is.”
“If it is true, why did you say that?”
“Ever since I saw the Avatar Sword that the Magic Tower Lord was carrying at the Continental Hunting Competition, I have always wanted a sword similar to the Avatar Sword. And I happened to find a sword similar in size to the Avatar Sword on display in Count Ethan’s workshop.”
“Is what Her Highness Zelda said true, Count Ethan?”
“Yes, it is true.”
“I’ll ask both Your Highness Melanie and Count Ethan simultaneously. Are you certain that the day Her Highness Zelda asked you to procure the ruby and the day you worked at the blacksmith’s shop to embed it into the sword handle were before the day of the incident?”
“Yes, we are certain.”
“That’s right.”
They both answered simultaneously.
“Oh, my father personally connected me with the jeweler, so the date he procured the ruby should be written in the ledger. So, if you have any doubts, call my father to the witness stand!”
Melanie’s words erupted with laughter here and there.
Then, the murmuring voices of the nobles in attendance gradually became clearer.
“So, the Prince of the Shattonil Kingdom mistakenly thought Her Highness Zelda had stolen the Avatar Sword, so he just stabbed her with his sword?”
“Honestly, even if Her Highness Zelda stole the Avatar Sword from the Empress’s Palace and had it in his possession, who is Prince Tesla to dare stab our imperial concubine?”
“Perhaps Prince Tesla has a special relationship with Her Majesty the new Empress? That’s why he sneaked into Her Highness Zelda's quarters wearing a mask?”
“Oh my, that makes sense, doesn’t it?”
People’s imaginations were creating stories I hadn’t even thought of.
“If he doesn’t have a relationship with Her Majesty the new Empress, then he was blinded by the Avatar Sword and did such a thing.”
“He’s clearly crazy.”
“Someone should just execute him outright, but since it was only attempted murder, that won’t work, right?”
“Of course. Besides, under continental law, there’s no right to summary judgment on the royal family of another country.”
“But... what will His Majesty think before the High Priest passes judgment?”
The final judgment will be handed down by the High Priest after consultation with the Vice-Ministers, but the Emperor has the right to express his opinion before the verdict.
Opinions that are irrelevant to the trial or that demand an unreasonably heavy sentence compared to the crime cannot be accepted by the court, but I heard that the Emperor's opinion, if deemed reasonable, is often reflected in the verdict.
I still didn't know what opinion Linel would give the High Priest.
Perhaps he could block the Kingdom of Shattonil's trade with other countries, creating economic isolation. Or perhaps he could imprison Prince Tesla here in the Lapion Palace for a few years.
However, Prince Tesla had already received a severe punishment from Linel.
To be precise, it was a punishment imposed by Commander Macrom.
Not only was he no longer able to function as a man, but the Shattonil lineage was also destroyed.
While Prince Tesla's bloodline still grows within Pecilini, I trust in her wise choice.
Prince Tesla's expression was moving beyond impatience to frustration.
"Finally, I have a question for Her Majesty Empress Roxana. As you are listed on the witness list, this was to confirm whether the sword submitted as evidence is indeed the Incarnation Sword."
"Yes."
“However, in addition to what the Master of the Tower has already confirmed, it has been sufficiently confirmed by the testimonies of Her Highness Melanie and Count Ethan that the sword submitted as evidence is not the Incarnate Sword. Nevertheless, if Your Majesty wishes to stand as witness, I will respect your wishes.”
“There...is no need for that,”
Roxana began, her expression resigned.
It was as if she were blankly watching someone forcefully push Roxana’s back and run away.
Her expression was one of bewilderment, yet a tingling pain slowly lingered in her injured body.
Before the High Priest, following the procedure of the Lapion Empire’s law, gave Prince Tesla the final say, he first asked Linel for his opinion.
“Your Majesty, please give your final opinion on this trial first.”
The High Priest asked him.
The somewhat chaotic atmosphere in the courtroom suddenly became calm.
He looked at Prince Tesla and spoke with a firm voice that no one dared to object.
“I request that Prince Tesla of Shattonil be stripped of his title as Prince.”
“...That is, nonsense!”
Prince Tesla moved as if ready to leap onto the platform where Linel was sitting.
The knights standing behind him simultaneously grabbed Prince Tesla and slammed him to the ground like a waffle.
"This is a, a slander! Your Majesty, retract your opinion...!!"
Prince Tesla screamed.
Linel, as if he still had something to say, raised a hand as he glanced at the High Priest.
"...I see. Is there a reason why Her Highness Zelda needed the ruby?"
“She said she wanted to go to the blacksmith’s and make a sword, but he wanted to decorate the hilt with a jewel. A ruby, if possible.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I remember swearing to myself, ‘Why would you put a jewel on a sword?’ I remember it clearly.”
Melanie added even unnecessary details, proving that her testimony was completely honest.
Still, Melanie seemed a little taken aback by the mention of swearing inwardly, as she gave me an apologetic look.
Melanie’s needless personal opinion created a strange situation where her testimony seemed more credible.
The High Priest, feeling a little burdened by dealing with Melanie, cleared his throat a couple of times before turning his gaze to Count Ethan, who was standing next to him.
“This time, I will ask Count Ethan, the master blacksmith of the Lapion Imperial Family. Is it true that Her Highness Zelda personally came to the Count’s workshop to make the sword?”
“You didn’t make the sword completely. You looked at the swords that had already been made, and after choosing the size you wanted, you set a ruby stone in the handle.”
“Why did you tell Count Ethan to put a ruby stone in the handle?”
“She said she wanted a sword similar to the Avatar Sword.”
Count Ethan recalled exactly what I had said in his workshop.
“Your Highness Zelda, is what Count Ethan testified to true?”
The High Priest asked me immediately.
“Yes, it is.”
“If it is true, why did you say that?”
“Ever since I saw the Avatar Sword that the Magic Tower Lord was carrying at the Continental Hunting Competition, I have always wanted a sword similar to the Avatar Sword. And I happened to find a sword similar in size to the Avatar Sword on display in Count Ethan’s workshop.”
“Is what Her Highness Zelda said true, Count Ethan?”
“Yes, it is true.”
“I’ll ask both Your Highness Melanie and Count Ethan simultaneously. Are you certain that the day Her Highness Zelda asked you to procure the ruby and the day you worked at the blacksmith’s shop to embed it into the sword handle were before the day of the incident?”
“Yes, we are certain.”
“That’s right.”
They both answered simultaneously.
“Oh, my father personally connected me with the jeweler, so the date he procured the ruby should be written in the ledger. So, if you have any doubts, call my father to the witness stand!”
Melanie’s words erupted with laughter here and there.
Then, the murmuring voices of the nobles in attendance gradually became clearer.
“So, the Prince of the Shattonil Kingdom mistakenly thought Her Highness Zelda had stolen the Avatar Sword, so he just stabbed her with his sword?”
“Honestly, even if Her Highness Zelda stole the Avatar Sword from the Empress’s Palace and had it in his possession, who is Prince Tesla to dare stab our imperial concubine?”
“Perhaps Prince Tesla has a special relationship with Her Majesty the new Empress? That’s why he sneaked into Her Highness Zelda's quarters wearing a mask?”
“Oh my, that makes sense, doesn’t it?”
People’s imaginations were creating stories I hadn’t even thought of.
“If he doesn’t have a relationship with Her Majesty the new Empress, then he was blinded by the Avatar Sword and did such a thing.”
“He’s clearly crazy.”
“Someone should just execute him outright, but since it was only attempted murder, that won’t work, right?”
“Of course. Besides, under continental law, there’s no right to summary judgment on the royal family of another country.”
“But... what will His Majesty think before the High Priest passes judgment?”
The final judgment will be handed down by the High Priest after consultation with the Vice-Ministers, but the Emperor has the right to express his opinion before the verdict.
Opinions that are irrelevant to the trial or that demand an unreasonably heavy sentence compared to the crime cannot be accepted by the court, but I heard that the Emperor's opinion, if deemed reasonable, is often reflected in the verdict.
I still didn't know what opinion Linel would give the High Priest.
Perhaps he could block the Kingdom of Shattonil's trade with other countries, creating economic isolation. Or perhaps he could imprison Prince Tesla here in the Lapion Palace for a few years.
However, Prince Tesla had already received a severe punishment from Linel.
To be precise, it was a punishment imposed by Commander Macrom.
Not only was he no longer able to function as a man, but the Shattonil lineage was also destroyed.
While Prince Tesla's bloodline still grows within Pecilini, I trust in her wise choice.
Prince Tesla's expression was moving beyond impatience to frustration.
"Finally, I have a question for Her Majesty Empress Roxana. As you are listed on the witness list, this was to confirm whether the sword submitted as evidence is indeed the Incarnation Sword."
"Yes."
“However, in addition to what the Master of the Tower has already confirmed, it has been sufficiently confirmed by the testimonies of Her Highness Melanie and Count Ethan that the sword submitted as evidence is not the Incarnate Sword. Nevertheless, if Your Majesty wishes to stand as witness, I will respect your wishes.”
“There...is no need for that,”
Roxana began, her expression resigned.
It was as if she were blankly watching someone forcefully push Roxana’s back and run away.
Her expression was one of bewilderment, yet a tingling pain slowly lingered in her injured body.
Before the High Priest, following the procedure of the Lapion Empire’s law, gave Prince Tesla the final say, he first asked Linel for his opinion.
“Your Majesty, please give your final opinion on this trial first.”
The High Priest asked him.
The somewhat chaotic atmosphere in the courtroom suddenly became calm.
He looked at Prince Tesla and spoke with a firm voice that no one dared to object.
“I request that Prince Tesla of Shattonil be stripped of his title as Prince.”
“...That is, nonsense!”
Prince Tesla moved as if ready to leap onto the platform where Linel was sitting.
The knights standing behind him simultaneously grabbed Prince Tesla and slammed him to the ground like a waffle.
"This is a, a slander! Your Majesty, retract your opinion...!!"
Prince Tesla screamed.
Linel, as if he still had something to say, raised a hand as he glanced at the High Priest.
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