Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace continued to circle 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 slammed her hand down on the witness stand.

The dull sound frightened the maid Wen Lin, and even her legs began to tremble as she stood up.

"It snowed heavily on the day of the banquet, and it didn't melt until the next afternoon. The road was extremely slippery, and 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 and find Nina's body within an hour and a half?"

"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. She stammered,

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

To convince people, she gestured in the air and explained hurriedly,

"Yes, it was me, I got it mixed up, Your Highness... I didn't lie, I just got it mixed up."

"is it?"

Grace stood on the witness stand, smiling like the melting winter snow. She turned around and said loudly with high spirits:

"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 wide, 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, Wen Lin, you idiot!

Miles gnashed his teeth in anxiety. He hurried out to smooth things over and said:

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

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

His whole body was trembling with pain, his slightly open lips constantly letting out slight gasps, his eyes looking at him devoutly.

It's like finding a faint light in the darkness.

She asked loudly on behalf of Nurkic:

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

"Not defending a person who is extremely evil is to protect the conscience of the agent. Your Highness Grace, all your remarks are disrupting the order of the court."

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

"If you continue to do this... I can give you the position of judge, and you can decide however you want."

Grace snorted coldly. She certainly understood what Miles was saying.

"Nurki takes off your clothes."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nurkic frowned, his blood sticking to his clothes on his scar, making it extremely painful to take them off.

The horrifying scars covered the young man's body like crawling insects. Just one look at them could tell the cruelty of the punishment.

"Your Honor! Nurkic has so many scars on his body. You should understand how cruel the methods used in the interrogation room were. Mr. Miles, you are the judge.

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

"But even with such punishment, he still couldn't give in and confess. Such unrealistic evidence! The prisoner had no agent! And 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 on Karta who was in the shadows off the stage.

"Your Honor, is that so?"

Karta's eyes were filled with naked hatred and murderous intent. His chest was heaving violently, and his nails were almost bitten flat. It seemed that he was restraining himself only with the last bit of reason.

Grace knew that Karta could no longer bear it.

50.Madman

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

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

Richard stroked his graying beard and couldn't help but murmur a word of praise.

"I never thought that Your Highness Victoria's sister is also so... amazing."

"This is true for every prince and princess of the Ryan Empire."

Victoria replied calmly.

Grace seemed different from before.

Those impenetrable red eyes sparkled with a strange color. For the first time, Victoria saw a person's figure reflected so clearly in her eyes.

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 could hear her own heart pounding, boom, boom, boom, like an intense drumbeat.

She felt a pang of pain over the injustice done to her brother, yet at the same time she was excited for Grace.

What an amazing feeling.

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

Malice, arrogance, indifference, kindness, strength, fragility, intelligence, all the good and evil qualities of human nature can be found in her.

She is special.

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

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

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

……

The moment Grace finished her words, the atmosphere in the courtroom fell into a deathly coldness that lasted for a long time.

Miles' narrow eyes turned, calculating something.

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

"Your Highness Grace, we actually have key evidence here - a letter from maid Nina to her sister."

Grace took a step forward, looked up at Miles in the judge's seat, and asked slowly, "Can I take a look?"

Taking the bait, Miles' eyebrows slightly raised, he nodded, "Of course."

"Have you compared it with your previous handwriting?"

"of course."

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

The paper was crudely made, and on it was written in black ink:

Sister, I have been living very well in the palace recently. Mr. Nurki gave me a lot of money, and we will soon have no worries about food and clothing.

Is this what you call evidence?

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

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

Grace's index finger and thumb slid across the ink stain, gently touching it, and she lowered her head in thought.

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

Yes, the handwriting is authentic, but the date of the letter is off.

In the snowy and humid weather in winter, the Xunmuhua ink used by civilians would easily become damp and leave ink stains when wiped off.

How could a princess who is so high and mighty understand the sufferings of the common people?

As long as Grace brings it up, the ink stain will be fresh in her eyes, and then we can use the excuses of last night's snow and the princess' ignorance to make her shut up and get out of the court.

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

"How do you prove that Nina wrote this?"

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

"And this letter has been in Saint Varisi Church before. After being tested by God, it happened to receive a reply from the goddess. As long as we put the letter there again, we can tell whether it is true or not."

Grace was surprised.

There really is a goddess! ! In the end, magic was used to defeat magic?

No wonder Aphrodite is such a devout believer in the goddess.

Grace glanced at Afro, who was sitting in the first row.

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

"Royal sister! Come down quickly, don't be blinded by love. The royal blood of the Ryan Empire should not indulge in love."

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

He walked up the stairs arrogantly with his shiny leather shoes, and finally he stood in front of Grace.

"No matter how much you like Nurkic, you cannot disrupt the order of the court and excuse the criminals."

"Stop interfering with the court trial and go down with my brother."

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

In the one-eyed man's vision, the girl did not dodge. He saw that Grace still had no expression on her face, and then he looked at the blindfold with contempt.

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

Bitch! She actually showed such an expression. It was her and Victoria's fault!

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

"Alas, you are completely unable to protect what you want, my sister. Everything you cherish will be destroyed, and you will live in pain in this world."

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

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

"Royal sister, do I have a talent for magic?"

The moment Karta stood up, the court had already turned into a factional fight for succession, and everyone present was tacitly aware of it.

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

Victoria's cold face showed a long-lost smile. She sat on the chair and replied loudly,

"No."

In response to Victoria's cooperation, Grace nodded slightly and exchanged glances 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 Afro's accent. Her own voice was ethereal and cold. In this huge courtroom, it was like a choir, full of unspeakable holiness.

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

"I saw the goddess in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. It was the gift of the goddess Veers that allowed me to survive, and thus - I was reborn in the church."

Grace learned on the spot, imitating Aphrodite's gestures and narrating devoutly:

"When I asked the goddess who had harmed me, she said it was not Nuerki, but the real murderer was beside me, and he would show his fangs when dusk falls."

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

It is undoubtedly telling the world that he is the real murderer.

Everyone's eyes suddenly converged on the girl, causing Karta, who had wanted to close the case quickly, to feel his heart explode.

He resisted the urge to bite his index finger, his face flushed, he exhaled deeply, swung his sleeves, and shouted:

"absurd!"

"absurd?"