"It's all right, isn't it, Neuvillette? Since Miss Navia is so confident, she must have really found evidence!"
Furina also wanted to see such a spectacular moment. At heart, she was someone who enjoyed a good show. Playing the Hydro Archon put her under enormous mental strain, which was why she often stayed at the Court of Fontaine to watch operas, eat sweets, and watch trials.
"Thank you, Lady Furina and Monsieur Neuvillette!"
"Myles, Silver, let's go!"
Navia called to the two assistants beside her. They smiled and nodded, following their young lady onto the stage.
"President Marcel, you said you didn't know Vacher, correct?"
"Then do you recognize this notebook? Its owner was named-Vigneire~"
"According to what's recorded in this notebook, you're from Snezhnaya, Marcel, and your original name was Vacher. Isn't that right?"
As she spoke, Navia took a notebook out of the bracelet on her wrist and questioned Marcel, whose expression had changed drastically.
"How could... How did Vigneire's notebook end up with you?!"
"And that place should be submerged in the sea!"
By now, Marcel-or rather, Vacher-had completely panicked!
He had gone to great lengths to conceal all the evidence, even taking people with him to bury it underwater. He had disposed of those people himself, too. No one should have known!
"To bring your Vigneire, who was accidentally dissolved by the Primordial Sea, back to your side, you kept searching for young women to conduct human experiments on! And you went to great lengths to change your appearance, disguising yourself with the entirely new identity of Marcel to blend into Fontaine."
"What a selfish man you are, Marcel... And that wasn't all. My father, Callas, had to go to his death to appease you, so you wouldn't take revenge on his daughter-me. Isn't that right?!"