“…It certainly seems that Sir Byner was a bit too impatient,” Glen admitted. Byner’s expression turned sour, but Glen continued, “However, Count Steelwall is still suspicious. Although you claim that this evidence is fabricated, I believe it to be real. We can’t just deem a decree stamped with the Count’s seal as fake without any evidence.”

Glen’s hand struck the decree on the table and continued, “To go against this, Sir Zich, you would need to provide counter evidence that could prove the Count’s innocence. You won’t sound so convincing if you continue to claim Count Steelwall’s innocence without anything.” Then, Glen said to the others in the room, “Don’t you all think the same?”

It was Glen’s trick to place pressure on Zich by getting others to agree with him. Glen’s words also sounded much more persuasive since he had a decree as evidence while Zich had nothing.

It was then that a young, soft voice, unbefitting of the room mostly full of old people, intervened and caught everyone’s attention. “May I say something?”

Lubella was raising her hand quietly. Even though she was young, no one in the room looked down on her, including Glen.

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