Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"So cold?"

Karta smirked, he slowly walked forward and asked softly, "Are you still angry about Bell?"

Bell?

Karta bent down slightly and threatened sincerely, "If it hadn't gone crazy and grabbed me for no reason, I wouldn't have killed it."

It turned out that the Fifth Princess's pet was not lost, but was killed by Karta?

The visitor is not good.

Grace narrowed her eyes in alarm.

The only person in the palace who openly stood on his side was the overbearing imperial sister who seemed to dote on him very much.

Even the emperor and his brother don't like him very much...

So we can basically imagine what kind of hell the five princesses lived in before.

"We are all family, there is nothing to be angry about."

Karta grinned, seemingly immersed in such joy. He patted the imperial sister's shoulder lightly, but the girl dodged it quickly.

interesting.

Karta raised his eyebrows briskly, then calmly withdrew them. He pointed at the father and daughter behind him.

"Look, I brought Afro and Cohen Argerich with me, didn't I? According to court rules, relatives of the accused are not allowed to enter the courtroom."

Grace looked at him calmly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

"Ah, showing this expression will make our relationship as siblings grow apart."

"is it?"

Strange? Why isn't she afraid of me today?

Karta frowned, feeling that this Imperial Sister Grace was not the same as before. He lowered his body in annoyance, looking dark and threatening the girl like a demon.

"Don't make that dead face to me, or you'll make an expression uglier than crying next time."

Then, with a sunny face, he quickly withdrew his hand, turned around and gave a clear order,

"Ladies, please sit up front while I chat with Coran Argerich."

According to palace rules, only Afro and his daughter can speak at this time.

"Hello, Your Highness Grace." "Hello, Your Highness."

Grace looked calm and nodded to the father and daughter.

Then, her skirt lifted slightly, and Afro quickly sat beside her.

Before she could ask, a fresh scent of a young girl came over, and Afro leaned close to Grace's ear and whispered:

"This morning, the Second Prince of Karta came to my father and said he wanted to discuss something, but my father disagreed."

The hot breath hit my earlobe and it was slightly itchy.

Grace glanced back, at the carta sitting at the end.

So could the poisoner be Karta, who is clearly hostile to him?

So what is his motivation?

The royal brother showed a friendly smile and pointed at the judge's seat in the court, as if he was talking about something.

But Afro's father, Keang, frowned and remained silent.

"this is for you."

Afro was about to put a note into Grace's palm, but hesitated for a moment in the air.

Are you worried that you don't want to contact her?

"It's ok."

Grace said, sliding the note across her palm and lightly taking it away.

Of course there was a slight touching, but I didn't seem to mind it as much as before.

The unfolded note contained detailed information about Cohen Argerich's current situation.

Afro even made a character relationship diagram.

The general content is that the former Minister of Finance died suddenly at home three months ago while living a life of debauchery, and his successor, Deputy Minister of Finance Samuel, will turn 70 in half a year.

According to the imperial criminal law, officials could retire at the age of sixty, except for special permission from the emperor. Officials at the age of seventy had to retire compulsorily.

Therefore, as a member of the Ministry of Finance with a high reputation and excellent political achievements, Cohen has a good chance of being appointed as the new Minister of Finance.

"How do you know so much?"

Grace glanced at Afro in surprise.

Afro raised the corners of his mouth and said confidently, "I asked my father."

Grace was silent for two seconds, then she patiently reminded him,

"Your father said he was going to be the Chancellor of the Exchequer? Talking to yourself may not be helpful."

"No."

Afro shook his head. "Father is very humble. I heard about it in church."

"church?"

"Generally, officials at the level of finance councillors like to donate money and paintings to churches, and sometimes they come to the church confessional to vent their inner troubles."

Grace couldn't believe it. "Will they tell you directly?"

"No, the nuns were chatting among themselves and said that there was a particularly perverted congressman who liked to touch the nuns' hands."

Afro frowned, looking a little disgusted, and whispered:

"Every time he comes to the confessional, he curses his superior for being too strict. He hasn't come recently, saying that his direct supervisor is very popular and seems to be getting a promotion."

"I took note of his appearance, and then I ran into him when I went to the Ministry of Finance to look for my father. My father happened to be his direct superior. And indeed, my father was spoken of very highly in the Ministry of Finance."

Officials of the Ryan Empire generally adopt the aristocratic recommendation system. If they really want to get things done, the candidate jointly recommended by the Ministry of Finance can easily become the next minister.

Afro was so thoughtful and it seemed that he was even smarter than he thought.

The nun's eyes were also sparkling, just like a big golden retriever wagging its tail, biting back the frisbee, and waiting for its owner's praise.

"Aphrodite is so smart."

Grace blinked and responded to the compliment with a blank expression.

The corners of A Luo's lips rose slightly, but suddenly his eyebrows drooped. He felt that this was not right, so he pressed the corners of his mouth down again.

Grace saw the change in her expression, but she saw through it without exposing it.

"quiet!"

The judge, wearing an exaggeratedly curly white wig, arrived at the courtroom at some point, followed by the audience and the disciplinary priests who took their seats.

Dong, dong, dong, the gavel of the law fell, the heavy sound of metal collision rang out, and the court officially began.

The trial can only officially begin after the criminals enter the court, the witnesses take their seats, and everyone present swears an oath to the goddess.

However, when Nurkic was pushed up by a group of silver-armored knights, he was already very weak.

Afro almost stood up from her chair in sadness.

Finally, Grace grabbed her sleeve tightly and whispered into the nun's ear,

"It's okay, I'm here."

He patted her arm again to calm her down.

……

Nurkic was dragged into the court by the Cavaliers. The scars on his body seemed to bleed and crack with every step he took. It was burning and felt like it was corroded by sulfuric acid or bitten by ants.

Nurki only felt that he was in a deep sea without light, and the pain surged in like a tide, suffocating him and making him confused.

He had never poisoned Grace, and he even rarely saw her in a year.

Why did it end up like this?

If there really is a goddess in the world, why doesn't she pull me out of this hell?

Satan, standing on the judge's seat, asked loudly:

"Nurki Argerich, you bribed the servant Nina to poison the Fifth Princess of the Empire. Do you plead guilty?"

He tried to open his lips, but found that the blood almost stuck his lips together.

"deny."

Satan, who was sitting in the court, slammed the hammer hard, and the devil, who was sitting in the plaintiff's seat, spoke vicious slanders.

"We are not related, so why did you give your servant Nina a hundred gold coins?"

"A month ago, her mother was dying. I felt sorry for her, so I gave her a hundred gold coins."

The demon presented the so-called evidence to Satan,

"You're lying! Her mother died half a month ago! The gold coins found in her room were minted a week ago."

The devil had fully bared his vicious fangs, "You clearly bribed the maid Nina and instigated her to commit suicide after poisoning her."

"I didn't! Nina was framed. As long as she dies and can never speak again, the murderer can go unpunished!"

Nurkic tried his best to deny it, blood was flowing from his chest, and he seemed to be decaying and falling into an abyss with no light of day.

"Still lying! Nina's maid's roommate found out that you had a secret conversation with Nina at the party, and that's when you instigated her."

He punched the shackles on his hands with his fists, blood oozed from his chest like scarlet grievances, and Nurky heard his throat screaming loudly:

"I didn't see Nina at the banquet. There were so many people at the banquet, and the maids were of low status and couldn't enter the inner hall. There was no way I could have talked to them!"

The demons continued to slander with impunity. They clamored and called so-called witnesses.

A maid who slept with Nina, a wicked person.

The witness swore to the goddess that she had found Nina's body and had witnessed her meeting Nina under the moonlight on the night of the banquet.

Then the demons brought in witnesses who had been corrupted by money and who had heard him threaten to kill Grace ten thousand times.

"I do not have."

"I do not have."

"I didn't do any of this, and I didn't say any of this."

Nuerki shook his head numbly as countless lashes fell like thunderstorms. He didn't know how many times he had said it and how many times he had denied it.

But it's useless, the devil will always follow him, and no matter how he refutes, he will never be treated fairly.

I could no longer hear any accusations in my ears. My ears were buzzing, and only the hoarse, burning vocal cords were still speaking of injustice.

"I didn't, it wasn't me..."

Why, why do you treat yourself like this?

My Goddess, I didn't do anything wrong, why are you punishing me?

Boom, boom, boom, countless iron hammers of judgment fell, and Nurky felt as if he was smashed to pieces and bloody by those hammers.

My throat seemed to suddenly become hoarse and I could no longer utter any words.

……

"Mr. Cohen Argerich, as long as you agree to my request, I can release your son right now."

The real evil ghost, Karta, sat on a chair, half supporting his head with his hands and grinning.

He saw the look in Ke Ang's eyes and he wished he could be tortured to death.

But I just like this kind of painful and hateful look.

Because it's like being above other people's souls.

He happily whispered his ultimatum into Keang's ear.

"You really don't want to consider it? Before Justice Miles makes the final decision, you... still have a chance to repent."