Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

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Every fall of the hammer and every question seemed to crush my heart into pieces.

Afro was so anxious that she almost bit her lower lip. She clutched Grace's sleeve tightly, her pitiful eyes full of anxiety and worry, like a dying deer.

His mouth was filled with bitterness and trembling, "Grace... didn't you promise to protect your brother?"

Grace raised her hand this time and did not retract it. She gently patted Afro's back.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Although the cold voice is small, it has the power to convince people.

As the attorney for the royal plaintiff, Jeremy, who looked well-dressed, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, exchanged glances with Judge Miles, and reminded him:

"Your Honor, the evidence is irrefutable, but the prisoner still refuses to confess. I suggest that you use the torture device directly."

Of course, this was not a normal court trial process, but a punishment for Cohen Argerich to see.

Afro's eyes turned red with anxiety. She hugged Grace's arm as if she had grabbed the last straw and asked:

"How long do we have to wait..."

Grace didn't answer. She lowered her eyes and waited for Victoria to arrive.

Finally, outside the courtroom wall, the sound of a faint conversation was heard.

"Ryan's court is in front of us... Ambassador Richard, why don't we go in and take a look?"

It was an all too familiar sound—Victoria had arrived.

"It's now."

Grace patted Afro's shoulder and smiled at her.

Bang! Judge Myers on the stage brought down another hammer. He glanced at the trembling Nurkic and issued Satan's punishment:

"Adopt it, and do it to Nurk..."

"Your Honor! I object!"

A clear yet powerful voice echoed in the courtroom, and Grace stood up from the first row of the audience.

Afro stared at Grace blankly. For the first time, she saw the holy light of God on the girl's face.

49. Interrogation

At this moment, the court is like a chessboard with a clear situation. Karta plays the black pieces and sets a trap for the enemy.

So, the soldier Miles standing at the trial seat took the lead in launching the attack. He cleared his throat, raised his head and reminded loudly:

"Your Highness Grace, this is a court, you should just watch quietly."

Although he was surprised by Grace's behavior, the chess player Karta still sat calmly in the last row, looking down.

There was no light in that single eye, only contempt that stood above everything, as dark and cold as a sewer rat.

Grace just stared at Karta, feeling so sick that she wanted to vomit.

He half-supported his head lazily, and said with a fake smile,

"Royal sister... The Imperial Court of Inquiry is sacred and supreme, and the imperial power cannot interfere. Even if you like Nuerki so much, you can't even give up your life, right?"

But just as the proud words fell, a creaking sound shattered the smile on Karta's face.

"Brother Karta, are you here to sit in on the court today as well?"

The court door opened neatly, and Victoria's steady female voice came first.

Under the arched gate, Victoria's outline was elongated by the blood-red sunset.

Grace looked up and saw the layers of shadows behind her. She looked like an omnipotent god in the dim light.

Dusk and beauty, what a matching word.

At this moment, it feels just right, like a dream.

"Victoria, what are you doing here?!"

But Karta didn't feel so good. His eyes became obviously panicked and he asked through gritted teeth.

"Bringing Ambassador Richard to visit Ryan Court, of course."

Victoria made room and the referee came in.

Richard was wearing Ryan's old-style court suit. His curly white hair and beard made him look no different from an ordinary old nobleman.

He exchanged glances with Victoria and began to speak.

"I've heard a lot about the fairness and justice of the Rhine Empire Court. Today I want to take a look and see if I can bring in Cardin."

The hoarse voice is full of traces of time, but it is extremely penetrating.

Richard is a close vassal of Cardan and basically represents the opinions of Cardan Emperor Ording.

Emperor Kevin of Ryan and Emperor Cardan have been fighting for half their lives. The two are both enemies and friends, competing with each other in the dark. If one of them loses, the other will not accept the defeat at all.

We must not lose face for the Ryan Empire in front of Ambassador Richard.

"Ah."

Karta said coldly, "Ambassador Richard, the Cardan people have no right to interfere in the courts of the Ryan Empire."

"Of course, I know. You can go on and don't worry about us. We are just here to listen. I just heard that the courts of the Ryan Empire are completely open and transparent."

Richard nodded, and finally glanced with interest at Grace who had stood up, then chose a suitable seat in the middle row with Victoria and sat down.

Grace curled her lips in satisfaction. Everyone was on board.

So, the game begins.

"Your Honor, you forgot that I am a victim. According to Article 175 of the Imperial Law, victims are entitled to be seated."

Grace spoke loudly as she reached over the fence of the gallery.

There was also a court knight holding a sword nearby, stretching out his weapon to try to stop them.

But she was not afraid at all, and her slender body went straight towards the sharp blade.

As long as you are more fearless than anyone else, there will be no loopholes. Even if these knights have a hundred guts, they dare not harm the real crown prince.

Grace was successful in everything and successfully stood in the plaintiff's seat.

Standing next to him was a young man wearing a pure black lawyer's robe and gold-rimmed glasses. He was the plaintiff's agent.

Roughly equivalent to a defense attorney.

Grace smiled slightly at Miles;

"Your Honor, is that so?"

Earl Miles, standing on the judgement seat, lowered his eyebrows. The situation before him was very tricky for him.

He looked towards his pillar, Prince Karta, for help, but found that the one-eyed prince was biting his nails in annoyance, like a giant baby.

He couldn't make any mistakes now, so he weighed the pros and cons, rolled his eyes, and compromised.

"Yes."

"Well, I would like to ask Mr. Attorney, the judge, and the witnesses a question. Of course, it is my personal doubt."

Miles realized that something was wrong. He banged the hammer to refuse, but saw Victoria's eyes staring at him like a knife.

He slowly put down the hammer again and stammered:

"agree."

"First, I want to ask a few questions about Nina's roommate, the maid Wen Lin."

Of course, you should choose the softest persimmons.

The maid who was called shuddered slightly, and the freckles on her face were almost wrinkled.

She stood in the witness stand, rubbed her hands awkwardly, and took a deep breath. It was obvious that she was very nervous.

Grace had long observed the maid, Wenlin, trembling during the trial.

She was undoubtedly the breakthrough.

The first thing is to put her under mental pressure, which means staring at her with eyes sharper and colder than ice.

To be a predator that could tear her apart at any time.

Wen Lin avoided looking at Grace, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes... Your Highness Grace, please ask."

"Maid Wenlin, can you confirm that every word you said is true?"

Grace came down from the plaintiff's seat, her heels stepping on the floor step by step, thump, thump, thump, and she approached Wen Lin slowly and deliberately.

The purpose is just to create psychological pressure with sound.

"Yes, I swore to the goddess that I would never tell a lie in court."

Grace's face was cold and she asked softly:

"Then do you know what the crime of giving false testimony in court is?"

"Pierce a nail through your lips..."

The maid seemed to have imagined such a cruel scene, and her body trembled slightly with fear.

"From now on, if you tell a lie, then ten nails..."

Grace did not say anything else, but moved around the courtroom like the light wind.

She found a silver nail on the torture rack and showed Wen Lin its cold metal feel with a smile.

Miles was a little anxious. He knocked the gavel quickly and said, "Your Highness Grace! The court is not your royal garden."

Grace turned back coldly. Before she could say anything, she heard an elegant female voice speaking up for her.

"Count Miles, you don't seem to be qualified to speak to a princess in this tone, right?"

Victoria said, looking at her slender hands nonchalantly.

His nonchalant attitude seemed as if he could crush Miles to death at any time.

Carta glared back at Victoria, her back teeth clenched, she bit her nails irritably, her eyes slightly narrowed, her eyes fixed on Grace as if she wanted to eat her alive.

Although the law is supreme, in the Ryan Empire the imperial power is ultimately above the legal power.

Miles took a deep breath and said reluctantly:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Grace, but this is in court, and I expect you to abide by the rules of the court."

It was just a minor incident.

Grace continued, supporting herself on the witness stand with her lace-wrapped hands, and slowly approached Wen Lin, so close that she could see the striking red in her eyes through her panicked pupils.

"What time did you see Nurkic meeting Nina?"

"It's half past eight after the party starts."

"So what time did you find Nina's body?"

"About ten o'clock."

Grace's scarlet eyes were subtle, and her tone was heavier.

"Maid Wenlin, tell me, are you sure?!"

"Sure... it's ten o'clock."

"Really?! I'll ask again, what time is it!"

Maid Wen Lin obviously couldn't stand such interrogation. Her eyes were wandering and her tone gradually became uncertain.

Grace kept spinning around her, and the sound of her high heels thudding was like a gavel of justice, making people uneasy.

"Maybe... maybe... it's ten o'clock."

This is exactly the effect she wants. Grace curled her lips. Under repeated questioning, people will begin to doubt even the things they are sure of.