Dusk gradually descended, and within the ancient Council Hall of the Mosgla family, figures were flitting about at that mont.
On the evening of the day the grand assembly within the Council Hall concluded, most mbers of the Mosgla family, including Marquis Fred, gathered there, indignantly discussing Saint Laurent VI’s decree from today.
"Clearly, we could have directly executed this demon, but yet there’s a need for the Holy Tree Judgent."
A young mber of the Mosgla family slamd their fist onto the oak table, finding the procedure completely redundant.
His words resonated with many present.
"Indeed, His Majesty shouldn’t complicate matters. Dealing with such heinous criminals, since he has voluntarily surrendered, we can proceed directly to the judgent of the result!"
A woman with a haggard expression responded hoarsely.
She was Eunice’s mother, who had personally witnessed her daughter being skewered with a spear by Lynn at that banquet, every drop of blood drained from her body.
Hatred had seeped into every inch of her soul, utterly devouring the once graceful and composed noblewoman.
"Silence!"
Marquis Fred sat at the head, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over each family mber present.
His eyes were sowhat red, seeming to suppress his anger, yet ultimately he remained restrained, speaking in a low tone: "His Majesty... has his own considerations."
Though those appearing were essentially insiders, with his understanding of that person, there could be spies of Saint Laurent VI among those present.
So so things could not be said.
"I’m not worried at all. The Holy Tree Judgent process is absolutely fair and just. Based on our intelligence, at the very least, the murder of Fourth Prince Joshua is a cri Lynn cannot refute in any way."
Theodore Mosgla, with slightly curly long hair, spoke out.
As the youngest grandson of Marquis Fred, he was known for his composure.
Even at banquets where noble scions indulged in revelry, he habitually stood silently by the pillars, playing the role of a listener and observer.
Once he spoke, the once noisy Council Hall imdiately quieted down significantly.
Clearly, everyone thought he made sense.
"Since the founding of the Saint Laurent Empire, such heinous incidents where a prince or princess is murdered by a criminal have never occurred before. Lynn’s actions are not just murder, but a shaking of the Empire’s foundation, a blatant challenge to the sacred imperial power!"
"That’s right, what awaits him will be the most brutal punishnt in the entire Saint Laurent Empire!"
"..."
Everyone spoke one after another, only Marquis Fred himself showing a solemn expression, seemingly waiting for soone’s arrival.
As coincidence would have it, the next second, there was a knock on the Council Hall doors.
Imdiately, everyone ceased speaking, fixing their gaze, and were surprised to discover that the visitor was none other than Cardinal Connor of the Heavenly Principle Church.
The two seasoned foxes exchanged a glance, nodding tacitly.
As for the others, they were a bit astonished at Bishop Connor’s sudden visit, feeling sowhat uneasy and anxious for a mont.
Only Theodore Mosgla was unsurprised by this.
The reason was simple.
For both the Heavenly Principle Church and the Mosgla family, killing Lynn was a mutually shared demand.
Therefore, for the purpose of thoroughly nailing that monstrous youth to the gallows, Cardinal Connor ca to personally negotiate with Marquis Fred to ensure the judgent’s infallibility.
Connor, as a cardinal of the Heavenly Principle Church, held a transcendent status, making even Marquis Fred sowhat subdued in front of him.
It’s worth noting that the appearance of a cardinal in a private eting of the Mosgla family was an event significant enough to shake the Imperial Capital.
"Good evening, everyone." Stepping on the soft red carpet, Cardinal Connor, bathed in the gaze of everyone, slowly walked to the center of the room, his tone calm, "It seems you are experiencing so trouble?"
Marquis Fred rose to greet while engaging in social niceties: "Regarding the case of Lynn Bartleion, what insights do you have, Bishop?"
After ushering Cardinal Connor into his seat, he waved to dismiss so family mbers around, leaving only the core and direct lineage to listen.
Upon hearing this, Cardinal Connor shook his head: "I wouldn’t call it insights, just... Marquis Fred, are you fully confident of sentencing Lynn to death?"
Marquis Fred’s expression remained unchanged as he retrieved a parchnt scroll from his pocket: "This outlines the detailed arrangent of the judgent procedure; the Holy Spirit Tree will only extract mories of that night at the old factory from Lynn."
"At that ti, the entire city shall witness firsthand how he cruelly murdered His Highness Joshua."
"Therefore, Lynn is undoubtedly dood!"
After receiving confirmation from Marquis Fred, Cardinal Connor breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He was familiar with the procedures of the Holy Tree Judgent.
The Holy Spirit Tree can read the host’s mories and display them on the sky curtain for the entire city to see, thus the selection of mory nodes is crucial.
Although Cardinal Connor was aware of the many secrets hidden within Lynn, using the Holy Spirit Tree to read mories could potentially unveil many unknown secrets, possibly even peering into so taboo matters of the Third Imperial Princess.
Cardinal Connor was extrely interested in this.
Unfortunately, if too many mories were extracted, it might complicate the situation, leading the trial, with its predetermined outco, into an unknown resolution.
Therefore, only extracting mories of that night at the old factory from Lynn was undoubtedly the safest option.
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