Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace continued to surround her and asked, "So how long does it usually take to get from the banquet hall to the maid's room?"

"An hour and a half."

"you are lying!"

Grace hammered the witness box with her hand.

The dull sound made the maid Wen Lin feel frightened, and even her upright legs began to tremble.

"It snowed heavily on the day of the banquet, and it didn't melt until the afternoon of the next day. The road was extremely slippery. It took at least two hours to get from the maid's room to the banquet hall. How did you get to the maid's room within an hour and a half? Where was Nina’s body found?”

"There is only one conclusion, and that is..."

The maid Wen Lin's face was as pale as if she had been soaked in water, with layers of cold sweat on her forehead, and she stammered,

"Your Highness, I...I, um, actually I don't remember clearly that day. There was no clock in the maid's room, so I remembered it wrong."

In order to be convincing, she gesticulated in the air and explained hurriedly,

"Yes, it was me, I misremembered it, Your Highness... I didn't lie, I just misremembered it."

"is it?"

Grace stood on the witness stand, smiling like melting winter snow. She turned back and said loudly:

"Your Honor, but I don't think this witness's words are credible. What do you think?"

The maid Wen Lin suddenly opened her eyes, realizing that she had said the wrong thing. She sat down on the ground like a collapsed building, still muttering:

"I really didn't lie."

It's over, you idiot Wen Lin!

Miles was so anxious that he gritted his teeth. He hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said:

"Your Highness Grace, witnesses may sometimes remember the wrong time. People always make mistakes when they are nervous."

Grace chuckled and glanced at Nurki, who was being held by two knights in the dock.

His whole body was trembling with pain, his slightly parted lips kept letting out slight gasps, and he looked at himself with pious eyes.

It is to find a faint light in the darkness.

She asked loudly for Nurki:

"So why doesn't Mr. Nurki, a prisoner, even have a basic defense attorney?"

"For those who commit great crimes, not providing a defense is to protect the agent's conscience. Your Highness, Grace, all your remarks are disrupting the order of the court."

Miles' rough eyebrows rose and fell several times. He pretended to be oppressed by imperial power and whispered,

"If you want to continue to do this...I can give you the position of judge, and you can make whatever decision you want."

Grace snorted coldly, of course she understood what Miles was saying.

"Nurki take off your clothes."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nurki frowned, blood bonded the clothes to the scar, making it painful to take them off.

The horrifying scars covered the young man's body like reptiles, and one could imagine the cruelty of the punishment just by looking at it.

"Your Honor! Nurki Argerich has so many scars on his body and how cruel the methods in the interrogation room were. Mr. Myers, you are the judge. I think you should understand."

The girl spoke loudly, and her clear voice echoed in the huge courtroom.

"But even such a punishment did not make him give in and confess. Such unrealistic evidence! A prisoner without an attorney! Coupled with torture to extract a confession!"

"It's hard not to believe... is someone trying to protect the real criminal?"

Although Grace was questioning Miles, her eyes were cast on Carta who was in the shadows of the audience.

"Your Honor, do you think so?"

Karta's eyes were full of naked resentment and murderous intent, his chest was heaving violently, and his nails were almost bitten flat, as if he was restraining himself with the last trace of reason.

Grace knew that Carta could no longer bear it.

50.Madman

The silent courtroom became Grace's one-man show, with the slender, snow-like girl standing in the center.

Every move seems to be under the spotlight of the gathering, enough to touch everyone's heartstrings.

Richard stroked his white beard and couldn't help but praise softly,

"I didn't expect that your sister, Your Highness Victoria, is also so... amazing."

"Every prince and princess in the Lion Empire is like this."

Victoria replied calmly.

Grace seems different from before.

Those impenetrable red eyes shone with strange colors. For the first time, Victoria's eyes reflected a person's figure so clearly.

Of course, there was another person in the audience whose eyes were also focused on Grace - Afro put her palms on her chest, and she heard her heart pounding, thumping, thumping, like a fierce drum beat.

She was worried about her brother's unfair experience, and at the same time she was passionate about Grace.

What a wonderful feeling.

This is the first time I have met such a person, as unpredictable as the wind.

Vicious, arrogant, indifferent, kind, strong, fragile, smart, all the good and evil qualities of human nature can be found in her.

she is special.

Sometimes she is like an omnipotent god, and sometimes she is like fragile glass.

What is hidden under her cold appearance, and what special feeling will she bring to herself?

Avro didn't know, but she was looking forward to exploring. Just a small spot on the glacier was enough to attract her eyes and soul deeply.

……

The moment Grace finished her words, the atmosphere in the courtroom fell into a deadly coldness, which could not calm down for a long time.

Miles' narrow eyes rolled around, calculating something.

Finally, he rummaged through the papers on the table and picked out a yellowed piece of paper.

"Your Highness Grace, we actually have key evidence here - the letter home written by maid Nina to her sister."

Grace took a step forward, looked up at Miles on the trial bench and asked calmly, "Can I take a look?"

Taking the bait, Miles raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded, "Of course."

"Have you compared it with previous handwriting?"

"of course."

Grace stepped forward with light steps, and she pulled out of Miles' hand cleanly and easily.

The paper was of rough workmanship, and the letter was crookedly written in black ink:

Sister, I have been living very well in the palace recently. Mr. Nurki gave me a lot of money before, and we will soon have enough food and clothing.

Is this what is called evidence?

Grace frowned, and she glanced at Miles, grinning from the corner of her mouth to her ears, as if she was sure of victory.

Through the lace gloves, his index finger gently scratched the paper, and light gray ink stains stained the white gloves.

The index finger and thumb that crossed the ink stain lightly touched the ink stain, and Grace lowered her head in thought.

At this moment, Miles held the hammer and his smile reached its peak.

Yes, this handwriting is authentic, but the date on which it was written is slightly off.

In snowy and humid weather in winter, the ink used by civilians will easily get damp and cause ink stains.

How could a high-ranking princess understand the suffering of common people?

As long as the ink is still wet when Grace brings it up, you can use the reason that it snowed last night and the princess is ignorant to shut her up completely and get out of the court.

But Grace just handed over the letter silently, and asked a question after a long silence,

"How do you prove this was written by Nina?"

"High-level disciplinary priests can use their life force as a sacrifice and use the Holy Spirit to verify the authenticity with the goddess. There is a chance that they will get a reply from the goddess."

"And this letter has been in St. Valisi's Church before. After being tested by God, it happened to get a reply from the goddess. As long as the letter is put up again, the authenticity can be clearly distinguished."

Grace was surprised.

There is actually a goddess! !In the end, did magic defeat magic?

It’s no wonder that Avro believes in the goddess so devoutly.

Grace glanced at Avro sitting in the first row.

She tightly tightened the corners of her clothes and pursed her lips tightly, as if she was worried about herself.

"Royal sister! Come down quickly, don't be blindly carried away by love. The royal blood of the Ryan Empire should not be addicted to love."

Karta, who couldn't bear it anymore, stood up. He walked slowly onto the stage and spoke loudly, as if he was playing the role of a good brother who is worried about his sister.

He stepped arrogantly up the stairs with his polished leather shoes, and finally stood in front of Grace.

"No matter how much I like Nurki, I cannot disrupt the order of the court or excuse the guilty."

"Stop interfering in the court trial and go down with the emperor."

He reached out and "gently" smoothed the collar around Grace's neck.

In the one-eyed vision, the girl did not hide away. He saw that Grace was still expressionless, and then he turned his vision on the blindfold with disdain.

Although he knew that Grace had changed a little, the pity and contempt revealed in her eyes were like steel knives stabbing into his own eyes.

Bitch!It wasn't her and Victoria's fault that she actually showed such an expression!

He took a deep breath, leaned close to Grace's ear, and vented his anger unbridled:

"Oh, you can't protect what you want at all, imperial sister. All your cherished things will be destroyed, and you will live in pain in the world."

Grace took two steps back and smiled instead, "Brother, do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

Without waiting for Carta's answer, Grace turned around neatly and looked at Victoria in the auditorium.

"Sister Royal, do I have any magic talent?"

The moment Karta stood up in the courtroom, it had already become a factional fight over the heir apparent, and everyone present understood this tacitly.

The final result of the trial is actually not important anymore. What matters is the attitude of both parties.

Victoria's cold face showed a smile for the first time in a long time. She sat on the chair and replied loudly,

"No."

In response to Victoria's cooperation, Grace nodded slightly and exchanged eyes with her.

"Yes, Brother Carta, I didn't know magic a day ago. And - I was poisoned at the banquet, and my life was in danger. But how did I survive?"

Grace deliberately imitated Avro's accent. Her own voice was empty and cold. In this huge court, it was as full of unspeakable holiness as a choir.

It was as if she was a believer who had practiced hard for many years.

"I saw the goddess while I was half asleep. It was the gift of the goddess Wells that allowed me to survive, so - I was reborn in the church."

Grace is learning and practicing now, imitating Afro's gestures and narrating piously:

"And when I asked the goddess who harmed me, the goddess said it was not Nurki. The real murderer exists beside me. When dusk comes, he will show his fangs."

Finally, his eyes slowly fell on Kalta's face.

Undoubtedly, he is not telling the world that he is the real murderer.

Everyone's eyes suddenly followed the girl, which made Karta, who wanted to quickly close the case, explode in his heart.

He resisted the urge to gnaw his index finger, his face turned green and red, he took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and shouted loudly:

"absurd!"

"absurd?"