"My apologies, Mr. Tartaglia. As long as someone is under suspicion, we cannot let them walk free. Nor do we make baseless accusations. Under the judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, such a thing will not happen."
Clorinde looked at Childe and explained calmly. Naturally, she could tell that he seemed quite strong as well, and that he apparently had yet to reveal his true strength.
"Fine, fine. I'll just treat it as watching an opera of a trial."
Childe glanced at the Stellaron Hunters and sighed. If it had only been Furina and the others, he would have been one hundred percent certain of slipping away.
But with these peculiar foreigners here, wouldn't running away only confirm that he had a guilty conscience? He would probably be tied up by those strange chains before he got more than a few steps, wouldn't he?
Childe could only reassure himself that everything would be fine. At worst, he still had Foul Legacy to fall back on!
And so, everyone entered the grand and imposing Opera Epiclese and took their seats one by one, while Furina excitedly led Clorinde upstairs to her own comfortable seat on the second floor, which offered a broad view overlooking the first floor and the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
Theresa and her companions found seats right at the front. Navia and Escoffier sat beside Lumine and Paimon, while the other people of Fontaine watched curiously as Childe and President Marcel actually walked over to stand in the dock.
"Ahem... The trial is about to begin. Silence, please."
Neuvillette stood at his own judge's bench on the second floor, looking down over the crowd as he spoke slowly, a Ritual Sword held in his hand.
As for the perpetrators who had impersonated Hotel Debord's waiters, they had