Chapter 201 The truth is hidden, saving the Chosen of Justice...

Unable to understand, the people of Fontainebleau could no longer bear this incoherent narrative and cautiously looked up at their gods.

"Lady Funina, perhaps you... could you tell me a little bit?"

"Ugh, this is so annoying!" Furnessa seemed to be annoyed by the repeated requests, and slammed her hat on the ground, screaming, "Court adjourned! Court adjourned! Shut up, all of you and go home!"

"Furina?!"

"What? Villette, I don't even have the right to grant my people a halftime break?!"

Funina glared coldly at the incredulous judge, then tossed her long hair and walked away without looking back.

It was moving so fast it looked like it was running away.

The audience was stunned by her rare outburst of anger, and for a moment they were all filled with unease and fear, failing to notice anything amiss.

"Ugh, I annoyed her with all the questions. I shouldn't have pressed her for details..."

"After all, they are gods. Even if they are easy to get along with in daily life, they should still have their own temper when it comes to privacy. That's normal."

"Hopefully, her anger will subside quickly, and she won't punish us..."

The audience's curiosity was quickly dispelled, and they lost interest in the confusing images. Violet looked up at the boy who was crying with his ears hanging down, and in the end, she granted Frinina's wish.

"That concludes today's proceedings. Please leave in an orderly manner. The trial will resume at the same time tomorrow."

The audience left, and the ordinary people were quite compliant, but some of the plaintiffs looked very unhappy.

The stragglers were the most blunt; one of them shrugged and walked away mockingly, saying, "How long are you going to keep deceiving yourselves? Judge, don't tell me you didn't notice anything unusual about your gods?"

Ah, something's wrong.

Despite their best efforts to conceal it, the unusual behavior gradually leaked out during the court hearing.

Why did you keep this from us? Why didn't you say anything? Aren't we friends, Funina...?

"Don't be too upset, Your Honor."

Perhaps sensing Narcissa's sadness, Narcissa gave him a small smile.

"After this trial, you will have plenty of time to clear up the misunderstanding. The sun will rise and set, and the moon will open and close a hundred times. The little bit of sadness you are experiencing now should not be an obstacle to your companionship."

The Water Dragon King was startled. "It sounds like you have no intention of investigating Funina's true identity?"

"Why should we investigate? Those are your gods. It's your own country's business, it's not appropriate for guests to get involved."

"But the outcome of Mainkuhn's trial will be affected..."

As the dragon and the god were talking, the alchemist's emotionless voice broke in. It was Abedo, who was scanning the interior of the opera house while holding the blueprints of the array.

"The verdict? So you're still worried about those kinds of luxuries. Not bad, you've done your job well."

“I know you, alchemist.” Navelette recognized him. “Melushen reported to me that you’ve been drawing some strange, warm-smelling arrays near the opera house lately… It seems you’re not even going to leave the opera house’s interior alone now.”

"If you know this but don't stop us, it means you probably understand what we're asking for."

"...Should we take advantage of his ability to grant wishes?"

"Oh? You believe it? It seems less rigid and evidence-driven than during the trial."

Navelette couldn't tell whether he was expressing dissatisfaction or simply sighing. After thinking for a moment, he simply took off his judge's robe and hung it on his arm. "As a judge, I must be rigorous, but now I am just a teacher who worries about his students."

Without his magnificent uniform, his aura softened considerably, and the worry in his eyes became more genuine, making him look no different from an ordinary, anxious human being.

"So please tell me, to what extent can you possibly do it? No, or rather, to what extent can Mainkun respond to wishes?... Can he... can he recover his health? At least his arm..."

"……Wow."

Abedo had to admit that his heartbeat slowed for a moment. The reason was simple: anyone would find it hard to remain unmoved to see the unapproachable Water Dragon King, who held the reins of the laws of a nation, so naturally shed all his glory, just to ask for an answer about the students' health.

"Be confident, sir. The miracle of 'coming back from the dead' has already happened to him. What do you have to be afraid of?"

Aberdo's tone remained calm, but he had lost some of the previous aloofness. "Theoretically, as long as the wish against Mainkun becomes strong enough, Mainkun will become a wish-granting machine that grants all requests."

“I don’t like that title,” Navelette frowned slightly. “It’s too cold.”

"But this is the most accurate description at the moment, sir, look here."

He pointed to the area below the Cardinal's Decree, "This machine is quite good. Its ability to collect emotions will be very helpful. I will draw the core of the array here, and place it on top after Mainkun's severed limbs are used up..."

"Severed... severed limbs?"

"Yes, a medium, an anchor, a trigger, or more directly, a piece of flesh and blood that can fulfill wishes. Mainkun is too weak right now. It's best not to use a massive number of wishes to directly overwhelm his body. Setting up a transit station would be more beneficial than harmful."

Navelette was already a little confused. He watched as Abedo drew obscure runes with his silvery-white twig. "What should I do? I don't know much about alchemy and don't seem to be of much help."

"How can you say that? Mr. Villette, this plan simply cannot be implemented without your presence."

Nasita took over the conversation, her eyes sparkling with wisdom.

“Any bias or hypocrisy will tarnish the purity of this collective aspiration. Only the ironclad justice you represent can inspire the purest and most undisguised compassion and prayers in the hearts of the people.”

"Is that so? I'm sorry, but I only feel sad right now."

Despite receiving the praise, Violet was not happy.

"With the lack of details, the chaotic past, and the concealment of some necessary conditions, if things continue like this, it will be difficult for Mainkuhn's trial to achieve true justice."

He was still pondering Funina's unusual behavior.

"The trial is merely a means, not an end. Although the outcome may have some flaws, it will not affect the successful implementation of the plan."

Aberdo didn't care much.

"You can talk to Ms. Fulina slowly after the trial is over. Right now, Mainkun's health is the most important thing. I hope the trial can be over as soon as possible, before he regains his senses."

Naxi Da also advised.

"...Indeed, if he were to wake up in the middle of the trial, he would probably be quite frightened."

Are we really just going to drop the matter?

Navelette struggled greatly.

The past that Frynn has concealed must contain answers to many questions.

If the prophecy can be proven true, Mainkuhn's sentence will certainly be much lighter.

However, whether he stays in Melo Petersburg for decades or a dozen years, with Leosley around, Mainkun probably wouldn't care.

Nasita and the others didn't care; perhaps the plan had already captured all their attention.

...

But I care so much, Funina.

Can I trust you?

Funina turned her head away, avoiding looking into the Water Dragon King's melancholy eyes.

"What are you all standing there for? Villette, announce the start of the court session!"

It was another sunny morning, and the opera house was packed to capacity.

For the first time in four hundred years, Navelette felt unwell in these unchanging days.

"Please continue to play for us the memories of the world, Ms. Nasita."

The defendant, Mainkuhn, was on his left, watching the teenager inject the pale green potion into his skin.

"This stuff can't be harmful to the body, right? Psychotropic drugs and the like need to be regulated..."

"Pepe, Clayville."

But the boy, whose tongue was sealed by fear, looked at his sisters freely for the first time.

"It's strange, the world seems to have become a new one."

...

"Injecting a small amount shouldn't be a problem."

Their views changed very quickly.

She could even chuckle as she watched him act like a cat, scratching Peipei's chair to pieces and hissing at the stray cats on the street.

"So cute, it's better than crying."

Their ease didn't last long.

The half-demon, injected with the potion, grabbed Carles, the owner of the Rose of the Thorns Society, kidnapped him, forcibly operated on him, imprisoned him, and intimidated his daughter and members...

"Wait a minute! The art style has suddenly changed!!!"

"Where did my poor little kitten go?! It's so cruel!!"

"Look, this is what happens when you lose your negative emotions."

It seems that Tinari has found new material for his paper.

"A lack of shame and guilt is almost equivalent to a complete loss of moral restraint..."

After briefly considering the eccentric scholars he had encountered, Seno couldn't help but sigh, "It's really amazing that Mainkuhn only kidnapped her. Beating her in front of everyone would have generated more negative emotions."

Kares heard them and gave them a deep look.

The ruthless Sumeru people, that's all.

"I and all the members of the Rose Society have forgiven Mainkuen's offense, so please do not hold him accountable for this."

"How embarrassing."

Navia covered her head beside her, "We've discussed how to catch him several times with the big gentleman, sigh... even though he helped me a lot later on."

The demon, known by the alias Marcel, revealed his black fangs, and many Fontaines still remember his existence.

"You must be the inventor of L'Oreal, right? I've heard that high concentrations of L'Oreal can even dissolve a person."

"Yes, yes, I remember. It's really weird, that thing was called..."

"The primordial waters of the womb? They've all been sealed off, haven't they?"

The audience discussed it casually, after all, it was old news from ten years ago, and the excitement they felt when they first heard it had long been worn away by the mundane and leisurely passage of time.

"...The prophecy was indeed true."

Therefore, they couldn't understand why young Maine looked at the pool of contraband with such horrified eyes.

Everyone will die.

"Everyone will dissolve in the sea! No! No! I have to find [something] again, I can't..."

The blank spaces skipped by the World Tree were something everyone was already used to; the only thing that surprised them was Mainkun's inexplicable panic.

"How did this child come to this conclusion? It's just a little corrosive water, how can it be related to prophecy?"

But Mainkuhn actually believed this conclusion. He was so frightened that his hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold anything. He was being 'bullied' by little Navia and had no will to resist. He broke down and grabbed Vashe to interrogate her about everything related to the fetal water.

jump over.

jump over.

"Peruvéli".

When the image became clear again, the composed Mainkuhn placed a strand of hair into the seawater bottle and calmly watched it disappear without a trace.

"We are in trouble."

"Because everything we love is always so fragile and fleeting."

The boy wasn't crying, and his ears were sticking out, but the audience still found it very distressing to watch.

Because everyone knows that it's just an illusion maintained by the drug.

"That prophecy is false! False!"

"Don't be afraid, you won't lose anything..."

A spectator murmured a few times, then suddenly looked up at Furnessa, "My lady, the prophecy is false, isn't it?"

"..."

Funina's lips moved a few times.

“You said it before! Lady Frenina! Don’t worry about any prophecies, because I, Frenina de Fontaine—”

"We will protect you forever!"

Furna smiled brightly, then touched her chest and gave the young boy Mainkuen a sympathetic look.

“I think this child is probably a little too sensitive, but that’s understandable. After all, he’s been through so many bad things, so it’s normal for him to be very afraid of losing things now.”

She indirectly denied the truth of the prophecy.

"It's understandable, it's really understandable, he's still a child."

The audience member didn't realize that he had breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped some terrifying future.

"Under the glory of the god of justice, Mainkun will surely soon realize his mistake...?!"

He watched in utter bewilderment as Mainkun kicked the old man's corpse aside and arrogantly sat on the Great Sage's throne.

"Your leader is dead."

"From this day forward, I am the King of Mount Sumeru."

...

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Wait a minute! Why did the plot jump so suddenly?! We were in Fontainebleau just a second ago!

"Therefore, Mainkun did indeed usurp the throne of Sumeru, that much is undeniable..."

How did things develop like this...? What could possibly be the connection between usurpation and prophecy...? And what about all those inexplicable acts of intimidation...?

The terrified Fontaines secretly peered at the reactions of the people on the other side of Mount Sumeru, fearing they might detect hatred and dread.

Ah, she doesn't look well at all. Let me eavesdrop on what they're saying.

"Sigh, we're not even a backup plan."

"It's just a gas station at best, tsk."

"Is this the first day you've found out?"

"How domineering! Aren't we allowed to vent our frustrations?"

...?

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Author's note: It seems like emoticons can be used in the comments section now... JJ, should I praise your modern approach?

I really want to spoil it for you, but it's so hard to hold back...