Turing entered the court and approached the courtroom door, just about to open it when a voice interrupted.
"Hey..."
"Are you the Miss Altria from the Altria family?"
Startled, Turing, who was about to open the courtroom door, turned towards the direction of the voice.
"Hello." A handsome woman dressed in a formal, tight-fitting legal gown greeted, exuding both allure and a heroic aura.
An exact replica of a young Theresa in her twenties.
"I am called Paris."
"Good day."
Paris, who was a little over 1.7 meters tall, half-crouched in front of Turing and affectionately held Turing's small hand.
"I wonder if you have heard of my name when you were a nun in Lachésis?"
"I am one of the twelve apostles of Lady Maria."
"I think you can easily guess the purpose of my visit this time."
Paris placed one hand gently on the ground and paused.
"The situation at the McNewdeau family is, to be frank, very dire."
"Both Lady Maria's Conservative Party and Sir Oedipus' Reform Party are currently outside, guarding their respective positions and restraining each other."
"It's almost as if the tension is so high that they're about to shove their magic wands into each other's mouths."
"…………"
Turing looked at Paris, who had a serious expression but tried to maintain a gentle demeanor, unsure of what to say.
"Is it... for me?"
Turing's gaze grew dark, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly.
"...What do you think?"
Paris laughed.
"No one wants to break ties in a place like this."
"But Oedipus is determined to take you back this time."
"Don't you want to join us in resisting?"
"If you follow Oedipus back this time..."
"All the beautiful memories you have kept carefully over these years will be destroyed."
"Ha..."
Turing suddenly felt a loss of control over her body.
An uncontrollable itch spread from the bottom of her heart, and a painful convulsion spread throughout her body in an instant.
Trembling with her arms crossed, Turing felt for the first time that her own body seemed so delicate, so fragile.
An uncontrollable fit of laughter seemed to be stuck in her throat, ready to burst out.
"...With just you... with just you guys?"
Intense laughter came to her lips, turning into dry heaves.
"Daring to go against mommy..."
Turing cried.
Large teardrops fell onto the tips of her shoes.
"But... but she's my mother."
"I can't even imagine a scene where I come out victorious..."
"What do you expect me to fight with?"
Paris stroked Turing's small head, which was getting a little out of control, and gave Turing a gentle embrace.
"...Alright. I understand."
Ruffling Turing's hair, Paris spoke up.
"Indeed, you are Oedipus' child."
"Neither in logic nor in strength do we have the advantage."
"But..."
"If you change your mind."
"Shout my name in the courtroom."
"We will fight to bring you back from Oedipus, even if it costs us our lives."
Paris finished speaking, stood up, and opened the doors to the courtroom, walking ahead into the bright hall.
Turing looked tearfully at Paris as they left.
Those gentle hands seemed to leave a lingering warmth on their forehead.
"Fighting... always fighting."
"Why do you all talk about death every day?"
[As if our own lives are some kind of hot potato.]
Turing wiped away the tears in their eyes, their stiff body became more agile, and they walked briskly into the courtroom.
The overly bright lights in the courtroom momentarily blinded Turing.
Regaining their vision, Turing focused and saw influential figures from the domestic political scene surrounding them.
The solemn atmosphere could be seen on the almost serious, even grim, faces of everyone present.
It was as if each person here yearned for a great battle.
To release their boundless hatred and malicious intent.
But at this moment, they all temporarily held back.
After surveying for a while, Turing slowly walked towards the jury and found Merka's seat, sitting next to Merka.
At this time, Oedipus was neither in the jury nor on the judge's bench, nor even at the lawyer's bench. They stood alone on the defendant's seat.
Looking at Oedipus standing on the defendant's seat, seeming oblivious to the tense situation with a smile, Turing broke out in a cold sweat.
"Merka, what's the situation now?"
Merka looked around and replied to Turing in a low voice.
"At the time of the incident, Oedipus was the only powerful mage in Erisburg."
"And the mage capable of killing Theresa must be strong."
"Of course, Oedipus is a suspect."
"But..."
Merka helplessly waved her hand.
"Who has the authority to truly convict her?"
Bang, bang, bang!
"Cough, order."
"Is everyone here?"
The judge on the dais rapped her gavel and spoke.
"Then let the trial begin."
Merka subtly leaned her body and quietly pointed to the judge on the dais with her right hand, saying, "The judge belongs to our conservative party."
"She's not afraid of death. Even if there's the slightest possibility of staining Oedipus, she will convict Oedipus."
"But despite Oedipus being the only possible perpetrator, we have no evidence."
"Turing, do you have any thoughts?"
Merka stared with her vast pupils, silently watching Turing.
