Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Black Princess Lola had seen many ways of scheming to get to the top, and she laughed with disdain in her heart, then stood between the old knight and Mark.

"Let's sit down, Mark." She dragged Mark with a smile, kicked the stool slightly with her legs, and then sat in the seat she had carefully chosen.

Russell, who was sitting on a high place, noticed that Leia was sitting right in the center of the temporarily requisitioned meeting place.

Russell speculated that this must have some mystical meaning.

He subconsciously looked up at Margaret and Rosaline. They were still whispering something and did not notice Russell's inquiring look.

Then, old Ernst also entered the venue, surrounded by two knights.

At this time, old Ernst's hands and feet were free again, no longer burdened by heavy shackles.

The old herder looked listless and walked slowly. The two knights following behind him were extremely cautious and careful. They were more like protection than escort.

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138 Confession

The escorting knights did not show any impatience at old Ernst's slow pace. They were cautious and followed his lead.

The knights who had already sat down were also quite patient. They escorted old Ernst to his seat with smiles and salutes.

If old Ernst had not been an ordinary cowherd but a bishop or a knight, the knights would have stood up.

Ever since old Ernst entered the meeting room, he had been staring at the pair of furry wolf ears on Mark's head, with an obscure light flashing in his eyes.

Mark met his adoptive father's gaze and smiled brightly. Just as he was about to call him Dad, old Ernst suddenly turned his head away.

The very old cowherd lowered his eyes and walked silently and tremblingly past his adopted son. No one knew what he was thinking.

The adoptive father and son just passed each other by.

Mark's words to his father were blocked at the tip of his tongue. He felt something was wrong and wanted to stand up impatiently, but then he was grabbed by Leia.

"Okay, don't worry, Mark. Wait until Dad is officially declared not guilty, then go have a good talk with him. I'm sure Dad will understand you."

Leia comforted Mark with gentle words.

The woman's gentle whisper soothed Mark's uneasiness. He temporarily suppressed the unreasonable anxiety in his heart, held Leia's hand tightly, and gave Leia a comforting smile.

"Yeah, I know, thank you, Rhea."

Leia just looked at Mark tenderly, smiling without saying a word.

Russell saw all of this. He picked up the small wooden hammer in his hand and knocked it hard a few times to stop the scattered noise.

"Order, order! Now, we will begin the inquest into the violent death of Knight Adrian Heinrich!"

Russell's resonant voice echoed throughout the huge conference hall, which had already fallen silent.

Russell even scared off the old knight's snoring. He opened his eyes in panic and muttered, "Why is it like thunder?"

The old knight crouched down, clutching his sword tighter, and continued to mutter softly, "Huh? I never knew this young man was such an old-school judge. Only before the Great Retreat did trials have such complicated procedures. I wonder where he learned this..."

Russell presided over the process he learned from Margaret, completely unaware that he was behind the times.

"Next, I would like to invite the first suspect, Mr. Ernst, to describe what he saw and heard that day."

Old Ernst spoke in a very calm tone, and what he said was almost the same as what he had said to Knight Ludwig in the dungeon that day. As far as Russell heard, he almost only concealed the fact that the person in Adrian Heinrich's arms was Elda Heinrich.

In fact, based solely on old Ernst's confession, he could be declared not guilty due to insufficient evidence.

In customary law similar to that of the Middle Ages, when a knight accused an ordinary cowherd, he would of course follow the principle of presumption of guilt; but if this cowherd turned out to be the adoptive father of a prince, then he would naturally follow the principle of presumption of innocence.

However, old Ernst spoke like lukewarm water, using his dry, toothless mouth to utter a string of words.

"Now, your Honor, I have been arrested, imprisoned, and am on trial before you. I suppose it is quite probable that I have murdered Master Adrian."

Huh? Didn't you think this had nothing to do with you in the dungeon?

Russell thought that this case would most likely have recurring issues, but he didn't expect the problem to lie with old Ernst - who could have thought that old Ernst would suddenly want to commit suicide?

Looking at the stunned Russell, Ludwig showed a twisted and satisfied smile on his face. He was so happy that he wanted to laugh out loud.

You bastard who dared to lay hands on Eleanor! I'll make everything go wrong for you! Don't you want to clear this cowherd's name? I'll make him confess!

Ludwig smiled twistedly and turned to look at Margaret who looked up in surprise.

Look, Eleanor! This is the wimp you chose! He can't do anything! He can't even protect a cowherd! He certainly can't protect you!

Just wait, Eleanor! Sooner or later, I will make you kneel before me and beg for mercy!

Ludwig laughed through gritted teeth.

At the same time, the audience gallery suddenly exploded.

Dad! What nonsense are you talking about! You obviously didn't kill Adrian Heinrich!

Mark wanted to stand up and shout anxiously, but then he was surprised to find that his whole body was suddenly paralyzed and he couldn't move at all, let alone stand up and shout.

"It's okay, don't get excited, don't be angry, Mark. Maybe Dad is just getting old and confused." The Black Princess was still pretending to comfort Mark.

To others, it seemed that His Royal Highness the Prince had lost the ability to speak because he was too shocked.

But Mark knew clearly that the most numb part of his body was his left hand, which was tightly held by Leia.

Elda, who was sitting not far away, felt relieved and leaned limply against the chair. She was pale and sweaty from escaping death.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Mark, who saw all this clearly, was furious amid the clamor.

Sure enough, what Dad said was right. These big shots are all plotting something! When they are nice to you, they actually want your life!

Hahahaha, hahahahaha! In order to exonerate herself, did that bitch Elda actually send this bitch maid to seduce me with her beauty?

Regret surged in Mark's heart.

"Silence! Silence!" Russell banged the gavel vigorously. "Go on, Mr. Ernst, please continue."

So old Ens continued speaking slowly in his old voice.

"I really can't remember, but it must be true, since everyone says so. Maybe we couldn't see anything at the time and didn't know that we wanted to kill each other."

"You know, Your Honor, at my age, memory can be deceiving. Just because you don't remember something doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"So I thank the Lord. Since He has taken away everything from me, including my memories, I have nothing to lose. I have nothing anyway, so as for my soul, I entrust it to the Lord."

At the end, old Ernst even smiled with joy.

Friedman shook his head. "What a touching fatherly love! He's worried that his adoptive father, a cattle herder, would have a bad influence on Mark..."

Elda chuckled and nodded. As long as she passed the test, she didn't care why the scapegoat chose to plead guilty.

Of course, Russell also saw Ludwig's distorted expression, but he didn't think this was something Ludwig could do.

Apparently, someone said something to Ernst after he and Ludwig left the dungeon.

As for who it was, everything became clear when she saw the black princess suddenly standing up and standing at the geometric midpoint of this temporary courtroom, which was actually the hall.

The smile on the Black Princess's face was no longer gentle, but full of violence and ferocity.

139 Mother? Sister? Daughter?

This maid who originally looked ordinary suddenly burst out with a powerful aura.

Even the starched linen clothes that were a little bleached from washing could not hide her arrogance.

She had a smug smile on her face, her chin slightly raised, and her slender neck was as graceful as a swan.

The Black Princess's eyes were full of arrogance.

Miraculously, with just a slight wave of her hand, she was able to steal the voices and movements of everyone in the auditorium.

All the knights were fixed in place, unable to move, their eyes wide open but unable to utter a single sound.

Russell guessed that this was probably the purpose of the Black Princess seizing the geometric midpoint of the auditorium, allowing her to easily seize the initiative.

Black Princess Laura smiled gracefully, and she said with her red lips, "Your Honor, since Mr. Ernst has already pleaded guilty, why not declare him guilty immediately?"

A tone of confidence in victory.

Feeling Mark's murderous gaze, the Black Princess turned away and said with a smile, "Don't be so angry, dear. He's just your adoptive father. I'm your biological mother!"

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you, my dear son? I clearly named you Otto, which means prosperity and wealth in Old Usedom. Listen, it sounds like a king's name!"

Black Princess Laura reached out and touched Mark's face, her eyes full of pity: "You were picked up by this old bastard and given the name Mark, which sounds like a farmer's name. That's why you've suffered so much for so many years."

"It was this damned old bastard who caused my mother and I to be separated. Tell me, should he die?"

ha?

Mark is the son of the Black Princess? So he is a wild child wandering among the people?

Russell was surprised. He never expected that Mark had such an identity and background.

No, you are Mark's mother, and then what did you do, did you really sleep with Mark?

Are your royal family's tastes so weird?

Russell almost complained out loud and almost couldn't pretend anymore.

However, the Black Princess's confession was not over yet.

Seeing her, "Otto"'s eyes were filled with a series of negative emotions such as disgust, aversion, hatred, disbelief, etc. The Black Princess took her son's hand and placed it on her chest.

It was obvious that Mark didn't think his father deserved to die at all. His heart was filled with anger and regret.

"Don't be angry with your mother, okay? I'm not only your mother, Lola, but also your sister, Leia! Besides, I have a daughter of ours in my belly. What do you think we should name our daughter?"

"How about calling her Flora? That's the name of the goddess!"

Wait a minute, the Black Princess is taking over her own daughter's body? So, as Eleanor vaguely said before, the organs a soul can inhabit aren't just the heart, but also the uterus?

Russell really didn't expect that the Burgoni royal family would be so explosive. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

The knights were also shocked.

Black Princess Lola? Wasn't she killed by the Knight Protector a long time ago? Why did she suddenly reappear in this remote and desolate place of Meldorf?

"Come, Otto, touch our daughter, touch my new body! I finally found you, the other half of my bloodline. Now, I will finally have a pure-blooded body again!"

The black princess's belly swelled rapidly and soon she became pregnant. She became pot-bellied and looked like she was about to give birth.

The Black Princess murmured, her eyes flashing with morbid fanaticism. She took her son "Otto's" hand and stroked her lower abdomen.

Mark's eyes were full of resistance. He felt extremely nauseous and wanted to vomit.

In fact, many knights present wanted to vomit. This was not just psychological nausea. The Black Princess actually used the magic circle to absorb a large amount of vitality and quickly ripened the fetus in her belly.

"Don't be impatient, don't look at me like that! For your sake, I won't do anything to your adoptive father! When the judge declares this old man guilty, I will pardon him in the name of Princess Lola. Do you think this is okay?"

The Black Princess said to Mark with a smile, that smile seemed to be full of a mother's tolerance and doting.

Unfortunately, facing such a mentally unstable woman, not to mention Mark, even Russell felt disgusted.

"The bloodline of this body of Mom isn't pure enough, but it doesn't matter. Our daughter's bloodline is pure and strong enough. Mom will sleep with you then, okay?"

"Don't worry, almost everyone here will be my sacrifice. I'll grow up soon!"

The Black Princess coaxed Mark like she was coaxing a child.

She held Mark's hand with one hand and placed it on her bulging belly, her face seemed to be shining with the glow of "maternity".

She propped her face up with her free hand, her eyes gleaming with excitement and innocence as she darted her gaze from knight to knight like a little girl choosing dolls.

"Well, who should I choose first? It is your honor to be able to welcome my birth with your life." The Black Princess said chilling words in an innocent tone.

The knights subconsciously avoided her gaze.

The Black Princess obviously enjoyed the fear shown by the knights. Her face was full of joy and the smile seemed to be oozing out of her eyes.

Russell looked at the Black Princess without fear. No matter whether the Black Princess acted like a "gentle mother" or a "naive girl", it only made Russell feel disgusted.

Russell was wondering if the Black Princess had said almost everything she needed to say, and whether it was time to turn against her now.

"No, you can't. You're the judge! You can't die right now!"