Moreover, the trial of the Holy Spirit Tree is fair and just, and they cannot manipulate the specifics.
However, after a moment of silence, Bishop Connor thought back to the many times where the Third Imperial Princess faced certain death and was effortlessly rescued by that young man.
Perhaps, for such a prodigious youth named Lynn, there was no way they could emphasize his importance too much.
Realizing this, Bishop Connor’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as a hint of madness surged in his eyes.
"Aside from the Mosgla family, it seems we need to prepare a trump card to ensure Lynn’s demise."
Thinking about it, he squinted his eyes, devising a plan.
At this moment, the last ray of sunset outside the window was devoured by the night.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The grand clock in the attic struck seven times, as if counting down to the imminent trial.
It’s been several days since Lynn was captured.
During these days, he has been unheard of, and the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst remains in a coma. This has made the people of Bartleion Manor, saved once again by Lynn—Morris, Glaya, and Rhein, as well as Lynn’s sister Eleanor—feel as if their souls have been drained, wandering aimlessly through the corridor and hall. Google seaʀᴄh NoveIＦire.net
It’s as if halting their steps would make them swallowed by despair.
Undoubtedly, after losing two pillars, everyone fell into deep anxiety and desperation.
Not just Morris and Glaya, Rhein, but even Lynn’s sister Eleanor, exerted her full strength, attempting to use family connections to get her brother released.
But who would dare, at this critical moment, to even mention matters related to Lynn?
Eleanor, biting her lower lip, repeatedly flipped through family letters, trying to find old friends once indebted to the Bartleion family.
But it was all destined to be in vain.
The reason is simple: this time Lynn killed the Fourth Prince Joshua, offending the Royal Family of the Saint Laurent Empire.
Even relatives with blood ties are very likely to retreat at such a critical juncture.
These past days, everyone faced countless rejections, now gathering in the manor with pale faces, not knowing what lies ahead.
It has been three days since a letter was sent to a Judgment Chief of the Empire’s High Court, yet there is no response, as if it sank into the sea, Eleanor murmured softly, her voice drained of strength.
One must know that the now prestigious Chief Justice Cornell of the Saint Laurent Empire law circle is Eleanor’s last hope.
Forty years ago, on a snowy winter night, Cornell was merely a frail young man curling up in the slums of the Lower City District of the Imperial Capital, full of ambitions yet unachieved.
When he fell on the steps of a library, his frozen fingers still tightly clutched half a book of the snow-soaked "Saint Roland Code."
Had it not been for the chance encounter with the Bartleion Family Head, Eleanor’s grandfather, after a court meeting, who found the young man still contemplating legal codes amidst the blizzard interesting enough to take him in, there likely wouldn’t be such a renowned Chief Justice today.
"It’s useless. Judge Cornell is known for his integrity. Hoping for him to save Lynn is like believing I’m Saint Laurent I."
Glaya silently stood by the window, her fingertips subconsciously rubbing the scratch on the window frame, her voice a whisper barely audible: "Everyone fears being implicated, which is understandable. After all, who would risk offending the entire nobility and Your Majesty the Emperor for someone barely connected to them?"
Everyone understands this, but nobody is willing to do nothing, just to watch Lynn being tried and sentenced to hanging, which they cannot accept.
"Is there really no room for reversal in this matter?"
"Not even a trace of miracle?"
These people who had previously banded together during the manor defense had clearly come to regard each other as trustworthy comrades.
Thus, despite previous frictions, they still sought advice from Rhein, the only one possessing some wisdom.
He responded mercilessly with the verdict, "A certain death."
Because from any perspective, Lynn, who is caught in the whirlpool and without Ivyst’s protection, is bound to be consumed by the nobles of the Imperial Capital.
This answer left everyone even more disheartened, not knowing what to say.
"So are we just going to watch him being executed?"
Morris abruptly stood up, the chair screeching across the floor.
Rhein raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze cold to the point of cruelty: "Unless you plan to break him out, then hang together on the gallows."
The air suddenly froze.
After exhausting all options and realizing none work, perhaps the only choice left is a forced breakout to take Lynn away, but doing so means certain death for everyone.
Just as everyone was steeped in despair, the conference room door suddenly swung open.
Accompanied by swift footsteps, they found Aphaya, having been out of contact, returned.
At this moment, this cat-like girl, though her eyes were red, stood erect with an aura much improved, as if relieved of a heavy burden, looking considerably lighter.