"Bell——! bell——! bell——! bell——! bell——!"

The sound of halberds pounding on the floor echoed through the council chamber for a long time.

It was like a blow on the chest, causing everyone's breath to stagnate, leaving only a dead silence.

Standing on the witness stand, Thran Corvo was in a trance, his eyes bloodshot, his pale face beside his messy strands of hair, and from head to toe he exuded a dejected breath of lost soul.

The little priest with a heavy face got up, bowed politely to the cabinet ministers on the steps, and slowly walked to Seran Kovo's side, his voice soft.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've heard... This is Therland Corvo, the only son and heir of Lussac Corvo, and the famous genius apprentice of the Royal Academy of Wizards, a son who cares deeply about his father's well-being. ”

"Therland, I question. Little Priest Webber turned and calmly looked at the desolate wizard apprentice, "I've heard that your father has asked you to be his experimental assistant more than once, participating in his own experiments in the development of new potions, right?"

"Yes......"

The apprentice struggled to speak, his slightly trembling lips not showing a trace of blood, and the dark-haired wizard could see his dilated and constricted pupils across the two tables.

It's a sign that you're still desperately enduring when your mental load is at your limit.

"I... I have participated in every one of my father's experiments. Therran's throat twitched, as if he was struggling to swallow poison that corroded and pierced her guts, and every word she said was tearing open a scar on her body.

"Among them... Including as Lord Siscott Charn's personal physician?" the priest continued.

"Yes, yes......"

"I don't know much about alchemy, but I've heard that every master of pharmacy will reformulate potions according to the condition of a new patient, and even develop new potions. ”

The little priest continued to ask, though in a very soft and polite tone, but every word he said was to the point:

"So this time... Did you also assist Lussac Kovo, your father in the development of a new potion for the late Lord Siscott Charn?"

"I, I'm ......," the apprentice gasped with difficulty, his hands propped up on the table showing their muscles, and cold beads of sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, leaving a stain on the witness stand.

Loren slowly closed his eyes, and the ten fingers on the back of his hand trembled slightly, but not out of fear.

The church judge on the stage also did not speak, he just hugged his shoulders, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Metternich Leopold, the Minister of the Seals, who had vaguely guessed something, sighed and still closed his eyes, only the Minister of War did not seem to have given up his curiosity about the black-haired wizard, and looked at him over his shoulder, as if he was expecting something.

Victor Theseus' gaze on the throne flashed with a subtle shudder, and the wizard apprentice in front of him seemed to overlap with a figure in his memory.

The one... The girl who died tragically in her arms... It used to be the same expression.

The little priest's voice sounded again, but it no longer sounded as soft as before, and the expression of determination was unprecedented:

"That's the last question... Thrand Kovo, did your father, Lusac Kovo, ever know that the new potion is harmful......"

"Use it on Scott Charn?!"

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Rewind to a few days ago......

"A motion from the Apothecary's Guild?"

In the dark and cramped room, the wizard apprentice in a trance slowly raised his head.

"That's right, it was a case from more than ten years ago... On the surface, the pharmacists' guild that promotes medical treatment in the slums of the imperial capital is secretly using this matter to privately conduct large-scale drug trials in order to advance the bottlenecked research and development progress. ”

In the shadows, the voice was so calm that no trace of emotion could be heard: "In the end, the incident was revealed, the Apothecary's guild was disgraced, hundreds of innocent people died tragically, and in some places there was not a single survivor on the entire street. ”

"But... But ......" the curled up Thran collapsed to the ground like a loss of strength: "This matter... What does it have to do with his father?"

"It's a pity, Therland, it's a pity, for I didn't want to tell you about it. ”

The voice sighed softly and continued: "Your father, Lussac Kovo......"

"It's the mastermind of the motion back then!"

The cold voice was like a sharp knife piercing into the chest, causing the wizard apprentice to freeze in place as if he had been frozen!

"No, this can't be, it's absolutely impossible!Father, he would never do such a thing, how could he do such a terrible thing?!"

"Someone must be trying to frame him! They don't want to take responsibility, so they put all the blame on their father, so that he can die without fear of someone looking for them......"

"Thran ——!!!!"

As the wizard apprentice howled hysterically in his madness, a white hand grabbed him by the collar and his hair with the other, making the crazy and frightened eyes meet his own.

"You and I both know that this is true... Isn't it?"

The frightened Thran Corvo grimaced and gasped for breath, hot tears spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, wetting the man's right hand.

"Lussac Kovo, he's your father... But at the same time, he is also a murderer who killed nearly 1,000 people with his own hands, and only by paying the price can he completely appease the anger of tens of thousands of civilians in the imperial capital against the wizarding class......"

A heavy but indifferent voice came into Seran's ears: "The only way is to make Master Lussac confess... To repay a thousandfold price that he should have paid for killing a person. ”

"Of course, you must help me if you want to do this, and in the name of the Holy Cross, I will never allow Lussac Corvo to be unjustly punished or executed;"

"In the name of the Holy Cross, I will give this matter a dignified and acceptable ending for all!"

The trembling wizard apprentice raised his head, his lips still trembling slightly: "Really, really, can it really be done?!"

"I don't know, maybe I can, maybe I can't...... Maybe hatred can really be forgotten and diluted by time, and maybe one day we can completely abandon each other's prejudices and truly understand and tolerate each other. ”

"If this is really the will of the Holy Cross, then I will complete it!"

.....................................................................

A calm, indifferent voice echoed in Thran Corvo's ears, and the wizard's apprentice's throat twitched, and the hands holding the table no longer trembled.

"Yes......"

A simple word, there was an uproar in the council hall!

"Bell ——! Bell ——! Bell ——!"

The sound of a uniform percussion sounded again, bringing silence back to the hall.

When the voice fell, there was no excitement or excitement on the face of the little priest Weber, only a certain kind of abrupt calmness, and there was not the slightest sadness and joy on his numb face.

Restless, impatient, quiet, polite...... Originally, all the emotions were only in the little priest at this moment, as a believer of the Holy Cross, the sacredness that could not be expressed in words, and only the incomparable piety was left in his eyes.

The black-haired wizard finally closed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

It wasn't until this moment that he really saw what he had been through for a whole month.

Thran Corvo's Aid......

Evidence that emerges in a timely manner......

"Black-rimmed glasses" that met by chance......

The Apothecary's Guild of the Dead Dead......

A little wizard who is separated from himself......

Albert Tarot, who inexplicably betrayed him......

So that's what happened... It was a mystery that I couldn't figure out from beginning to end, and it's as simple as that!

I finally understood, and I was finally no longer confused

Victor Theseus's expression was still indifferent and cold, and his eyes glanced to the side:

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, don't you have anything you want to ask of the witnesses?"

The black-haired wizard stood up lightly, and looked indifferently at Weber, the little priest who never dared to look at him:

"Nope. ”

"I... Speechless. ”