"Ladies and gentlemen, please look at this. What is it?" Several pieces of evidence were presented on the display stand by the attendants. Maria's lawyer, Dunkirk, picked up a black fragment sealed in a transparent plastic bag from the stand and showed it to everyone. "According to expert examination, this is a fragment of the Black and White Sword, a famous weapon."
"What kind of magical research would require Miss Theresa to carry her own weapon?"
"And what kind of terrifying magic would completely destroy such a powerful weapon?"
"Lady Oedipus, please answer my question directly."
In fact, when the detectives arrived at the scene, they found nothing.
This black fragment is entirely a ploy set up by Maria.
But before Oedipus could speak, Edinburgh, who was sitting next to London, answered in Oedipus' stead. "It's simple, just study the magic related to weapons, isn't it?"
For a moment, everyone was embarrassed by this shameless response, but they couldn't fully refute it.
"Is that so... you're saying it's just a weapon for research purposes."
Maria slightly adjusted her sitting posture, and a majestic aura flowed from her eyes like mountains and seas. "Then, Oedipus, show a bit more skin for everyone here to see."
"Could it be that you got injured because you were researching weapons while Theresa harmed you instead?"
"Otherwise, why would you wear such an exaggerated robe on such a hot day?"
In the silent courtroom, Maria suddenly spoke up.
In the translation of the ancient books on the stone tablets that Maria provided, it clearly stated that mechanical deities causing harm to angels is irreversible.
And in Theresa's video, Maria indeed saw Theresa scratch Oedipus' arm with a mechanical deity.
If there was any evidence to prove Oedipus' guilt, this would be the strongest piece.
"Too bad, Maria." Oedipus chuckled and gently rolled up her sleeve, revealing her fair and moon-like arm.
"Your plan has failed."
A calm voice echoed in the courtroom, yet it carried a resounding presence.
"Damn it... that guy definitely used a backdrop to conceal the injury," Provence muttered angrily.
Provence, sitting beside Paris, was so infuriated by Oedipus' calm demeanor that she felt suffocated. If it weren't for Paris restraining her, she would have already confronted Oedipus.
"Don't worry... we still have eyewitnesses." Maria smiled gently at her anxious subordinates.
...
"Theresa could not have died by accident, and it's impossible for it to be a suicide!"
"And I can say the same, no one in this world could be the culprit, especially not Lord Oedipus!"
As Turing watched the increasingly heated discussion in the courtroom, she felt a moment of confusion.
"What are they doing?"
"Even if they were to convict my mother, no one could actually punish her."
"How could a head of state be imprisoned during their term?"
"Let alone sentenced to death."
【Even if they try their best, at most they will only ruin mother's reputation.】
【What's the point of all this?】
Turing secretly glanced in Maria's direction but dared not look for too long, afraid of being caught by his mother.
Being led by his mother's hand, Turing had the illusion that his whole body was held in this hand. It was as if with just the movement of Oedipus' finger, he would be crushed to pieces instantly.
【What am I missing?】
【Maria is not a simple woman.】
【There must be something deliberate...】
【Something...】
【Hmm?】
Turing's gaze fell on Merka, and he noticed that she smiled at him, then turned her head to look at the display case.
【Is there something on the display case?】
Turning his head slightly, Turing carefully restrained his gaze and scanned the display case.
【Indeed...】
【They are all useless pieces of evidence.】
【Blood, charred remains, fragments of various things...】
【Blood...?】
Turing focused his gaze and saw a vial of blood, placed as evidence, quietly sitting on the display case.
【What is this blood for?】
【Could it be... mother left this blood at the scene?】
【Impossible, mother's blood should be the same color as mine, black.】
【But it shouldn't be Theresa's blood either.】
【According to what they said, everything was burned, so where could they collect so much blood?】
Once again, Oedipus lightly resolved the siege of words from the crowd.
The voices of the crowd arguing left behind some mysterious shadows in Turing's hazy mind.
Turing made an effort to raise his head and saw Gabriel, seated next to Maria, with a youthful face resembling that of a young woman, looking at him with a disgusted expression.
【Why look at me like that?】
【Is the resentment from being injured by the blood I programmed still not gone?】
【Right... programming magic?】
【So that's it...】
【So that's it, I understand what you mean now.】
"In any case, there is absolutely no way Theresa committed suicide."
"So you want to accuse Lord Oedipus, is that it?"
In the noisy environment, Oedipus leaned down, leaning close to Turing's ear, his tone intimate to the point of making people nauseous.
"Darling."
"Do you have anything to say? Come and say a few words."
Turing looked bewilderedly into Oedipus' eyes.
Those vibrant red irises, though red and enchanting, were also so shallow, so pitiful.
It was as if inviting someone to come and play, as it created ripples of reflections, hoping for people to take a closer look.
"I... I..."
Turing spoke, and everyone in the courtroom suddenly held their breath.
The chaotic atmosphere quieted down for a moment, and the stagnant air felt like even the wind couldn't enter. It was like a bowl of tea that had settled completely, with the floating tea leaves making the bitterness so unbearable that it made people widen their eyes, unable to speak.
Turing was also stunned. She never expected that when she spoke up, the courtroom suddenly fell silent.
"So that's how it is..."
"I understand."
"They don't actually care about Oedipus's crimes."
"They're just waiting for me to pick a side..."
Turing blinked her hazy eyes, and her blue rippling eyes gradually revealed a hint of determination.
"Alright then... I'll show you whose side I'm on."
Turing raised her small, childish hand and held it up in the air.
The condensed air was pushed to its limits in that instant.
Finally, Turing spoke.
"Listen to me, everyone..."
"The one who killed Theresa... was me."
