The moon is like a hook.

In the courtyard of summer twilight, there were only Loren and Isaac in the empty room, the moonlight of early spring shrouded every corner with a soft silver veil through the window, and the floating dust loomed in the light.

"Is it tomorrow?" Isaac, who was sitting by the window admiring the moon, suddenly spoke, his expression thoughtful.

"Hmm. The black-haired wizard nodded absent-mindedly.

Both the Little Wizard and Webb have left, and it is said that they went to Master Lussac's laboratory at the Royal Wizarding Academy, hoping to find any clues.

Although Therland Corvo was still mentally confused, whenever it came to his father, he became extremely sober, even more than they expected, and even remembered the last time Master Lussac entered the laboratory.

Loren didn't hold out much hope for the enthusiasm of the little wizard, maybe there was something important about Lussac's laboratory, but it was hard to prove it in the face of a group of ordinary people who were angry and knew nothing about magic.

As for whether it is possible to find evidence that Master Lussac is remorseful for his actions...... It can only be said that talking is better than nothing.

It was the little priest Webb who would be so enthusiastic, and Loren was quite surprised... If it was possible to understand it at first, but now that the wizards and the church in the imperial capital have almost completely hostile relations, he still spares no effort to help himself......

It seems that the word "friendship" can no longer be used to describe his relationship with him.

Although the young priest was always very enthusiastic when he was at the Wimpal Academy, he even risked his life to help him find evidence, and once served as a trainee priest for a long time under the "Alchemist Draco", who pretended to be a priest.

I really don't know if he is really religious, or simply warm-hearted.

"Are you sure... I mean, this time is different from before, you were the most unlucky in Dragon King City, and this time it may involve a lot of people. ”

"I'm not saying I really care about the brain-filled potatoes... However, this matter has nothing to do with them. ”

Seeing his impatient expression on his face, the stunned Loren chuckled.

It's not the first time, but... Isaac's way of caring for people is really awkward......

"Rest assured, this is a royal trial, and there is a limit on the number of defenders and witnesses on both sides, which is very beneficial to us. Ten fingers crossed in front of his chest, and the black-haired wizard slightly hooked the corners of his mouth:

"We have the recipe as evidence, as long as Miss Lena de Salion is willing to testify... At the very least, we can prove that Master Lussac definitely did not commit murder on purpose. ”

"And then?"

"And then as long as you can get to this point, there's plenty of room to slow down...... As long as it is proved that Lussac did not intentionally kill people, the original slander against him will naturally be solved and self-defeating. ”

"Although it is impossible for Lord Victor Hughes to be biased towards us... But at least it's not deliberately difficult. ”

With a somewhat provocative tone, Loren's expression was extremely solemn: "Physical evidence is secondary, Miss Lena de Salion's testimony is the most crucial link - she is a side branch of the de Salion family, and neither Victor nor the church dares to easily deny his testimony." ”

"So... Now one can only hope that she will keep her promise. ”

Pin all your hopes on someone you don't fully know... This is indeed the first time for a black-haired wizard.

If it weren't for the lack of choice, Loren would rather leave it alone...... The whole case has become no longer simple since the "secret" that Victor told himself, and it has long been beyond his ability.

Why did you stick to this point?

Even the Royal Wizarding Academy and Master Albert had given up, and even Lussac had no hope of "surviving", but he still tried his best to get them to stand behind him and gamble all his chips in this last fight......

Just for the promise of being able to bring both the House of Turin and the Royal Wizarding Academy of the Red Blood Castle under Brandon's banner?

If you only have a way for these two things, there is no need to rush into this way - when the trial is over, there is a desperate countess and an equally desperate Royal Wizarding Academy, wouldn't it be more convenient to find a way to recruit them at that time?

Loren sighed softly, his expression a little self-deprecating.

Myself... It's just that he refuses to admit defeat.

"Lena de Salion?"

Isaac suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Do you really believe this banshee... Believe she won't betray you?"

"Probably. The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, his eyes a little hesitant: "Everything that can be done has been done, and I can't find anything that will make her betray......"

Absentmindedly replied, his hands crossed over his chest and rubbing his knuckles.

"So... You're not sure?" Isaac tilted his head.

Loren sighed and didn't answer him.

Isaac seemed to think for a second, then stood up and turned around and walked out the door.

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing else, I thought of a way to make her never betray you... Of course, it would be more accurate to say that this demon girl would never betray me. ”

"What, what?

"The method is simple. Isaac patted his chest as a matter of course: "With my unparalleled wisdom and manhood, I will completely conquer that demon girl and die for me!"

“...... You want... Seduce her?"

"Don't think about it... Although I've never had a crush on women as creatures, if it's for my best friend, I don't mind being in the middle of a thousand flowers, and then... Betray your chastity a little!"

"Of course, selling my body is my bottom line, and my noble soul will definitely remain pure... Not necessarily, as for the goblin who was thoroughly impressed by my charms, and one night, perhaps a little shorter, I tried to make her want to die, and then I would stay awake until the formal trial to-morrow, lest I be full of gibberish as soon as I came on stage. ”

“......”

"Why, could it be that you have a better way?"

"No... I was just thinking that she might disagree......"

"Hmm... Indeed......" Isaac thought for a second, and then suddenly laughed himself: "It's impossible! It's not possible to be favored by this genius, but she has been persuaded by ten lifetimes of cultivation, and it's too late for her to be happy!"

"But ......"

"Nothing, but!"

The impatient Isaac directly waved his hand to interrupt the black-haired wizard's words: "You just have to wait for me to clean up that goblin and give me whatever you want—let alone testify, it will not be a problem for her to die in the royal trial at that time, so it's decided!"

With his chest puffed out, Isaac opened the door and strode out of the room.

“......”

Sighing, the black-haired wizard looked at the Heavenly Dome Palace in the distance in confusion.

A faint black shadow floated through the room, and a petite figure appeared on Isaac's empty chair, looking smug with Erlang's legs crossed.

Loren tilted his head to look at the boy who was sitting there looking at him as well, the corners of his mouth and scarlet pupils that hooked up his smile always made people have a kind of ill-intentioned thought:

"I thought someone should knock on the door first. ”

"Well... The premise is that they weren't in this room before. Asriel smiled politely, not hiding what he had just overheard. A hint of cunning flashed on his immature but handsome face:

"But now dear Loren is really dangerous... Do you think that Mr. Isaac Grantham will succeed?"

"It has nothing to do with you. ”

"That's right, but if dear Loren loses miserably tomorrow, it has something to do with Asrael. Asrael's expression became more and more charming, and the corners of his pale mouth showed the small tiger teeth under his lips:

"When the time comes, you will lose your foothold in the Imperial Capital, and indeed in the entire Sakran Empire, and a long period of exile awaits you... Twenty years, maybe thirty years, Asriel is really worried about you......"

"So what?"

"Dear Loren, we have an agreement. ”

Scarlet blood pupils flickered under the night sky, and Asriel's voice was soft and low, with a faint seduction: "But this time... Asrael doesn't need you to pay anything......"

"I will help you and gain more power than ever before... No one can put their will above you and me anymore......"