"Ideas... what ideas can I have?"

"I just can't understand..."

"Did Mom really kill Theresa?"

"It was all so sudden, I can't quite accept it."

"I didn't even get to see Theresa's body..."

Merka looked at the bewildered Turing and gently squeezed her hand with sympathy.

"Let's talk privately."

Merka leaned closer to Turing and whispered in her ear.

"Theresa was a spy for Pope Maria."

"Oedipus killed Theresa, that's for certain."

"We have video evidence of Oedipus attacking."

"But we can't use it as proof, otherwise our infiltration of the Altria family will be exposed."

"That would mean an open war."

Turing widened her eyes, filled with disbelief.

"What... how could this happen?"

"Xixi, today was really dangerous."

"A moment of carelessness, and we lose everything."

Merka furrowed her brow gently and pursed her lips tightly.

"But as long as you say one word, we can escape with our lives..."

"Turing, why are you just sitting there?"

Oedipus, standing at the defendant's stand, suddenly opened her robes and called out to Turing and Merka, who were whispering to each other.

"Come here, come to Mommy."

"It's more normal for mother and daughter to be together, right?"

"Don't you agree?"

The stern woman sitting in the judge's seat struck the gavel heavily and said to Oedipus, word by word.

"Oedipus, what are you doing?"

"You're showing contempt for the court..."

The menacing gaze from the jury in the Liverpool panel shot over, as if the temperature in the air suddenly dropped.

The scent of death and violence gradually engulfed the trembling half-sentence in the judge's throat.

[What should I do, should I go over?]

Turing looked at Merka's face and saw that she was also nervous.

[Mom is calling me...]

[She was treating me with that attitude before, wasn't she...]

[Why is she pretending to be so gentle now?]

Turing looked again at Maria not far away and found that the latter happened to be locking eyes with her, smiling and nodding.

Realizing what was going on, Turing stood up, gently lifted her dress, and curtsied.

Stepping away from Merka, Turing walked out of the jury area and soon arrived at the defendant's stand.

Oedipus, like a real mother, gently took hold of Turing's delicate hand, as if it were a delicate flower.

If it wasn't for Oedipus' firm grip on her wrist, Turing might have fallen for her deception.

Aware of her own fear, the dignified judge stared coldly and struck the gavel heavily, determined to confront Oedipus about this matter.

"Please start quickly."

Maria sat in the front row of the jury, crossing her legs and giving the judge a gentle nod.

Even at this time, she still had a relaxed and confident look, which filled her Conservative Party members with a sense of winning over their opponents.

The judge paused for a moment, furrowed his brow, and decided not to dwell on it.

"Alright... let's begin the trial."

"First, let's introduce the case."

The judge squinted his eyes and scanned the hundreds of people in the courtroom, silently categorizing them into Maria's party and Oedipus's party, and began speaking.

"There were not many traces left at the scene due to the intense burning."

"When the local police arrived in Erisburg, most of the damage caused by the flames had already been repaired."

"But from the few remaining traces, it's clear that this magic was cast by a supreme mage."

"And obviously, the only person in Erisburg with that kind of power at the time was Oedipus."

The judge glanced at the woman in the lawyer's seat and continued.

"Am I right, Counselor?"

Dunquerque, serving as the Conservative lawyer, stood up on the lawyer's seat, nodded gently, and said, "Yes."

"Completely wrong, young man."

Oedipus twirled his fingers around his hair and glanced at Dunquerque with a shallow look.

"When it comes to ultimate mages, besides me, is there anyone else in Erisburg?"

The jurors looked at each other, not knowing what Oedipus was talking about.

"That would be Theresa herself."

Oedipus relaxed his eyebrows, gently released the strands of hair in his hand, and answered.

"It was just an accident while researching magic, a careless release of an explosion, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Obviously, she was burned to death by her own flames."

"Besides, I have no motive to harm my own butler, do I?"

"You..."

Provence, who had been restraining herself, finally couldn't hold back.

Seeing that innocent look on Oedipus as he played with his hair, Provence felt an angry rush to her chest, wanted to slam the table and curse at her.

But under the rational suppression, Provence clenched her teeth and didn't allow herself to lose control.

"What is it?"

"Lady Maria's lapdog, do you have any suggestions?"

In the tense atmosphere of the courtroom, the words of an indifferent woman dressed in a neat military uniform, adorned with badges and with her legs propped up on the table in front of her, sounded defiant.

This person was none other than London General, a prominent officer under Oedipus with an impressive record.

"What did you say?"

Provence, who was not an accommodating person, couldn't bear such provocation.

"Present the evidence, Your Honor."

"I want to see how this woman will argue."

Provence shouted loudly towards the judge's seat.