Everyone stared in shock at Marcel, or rather Vacher, as he wore an expression of unbearable anguish. Some of the people of Fontaine in particular could not help lowering their heads.
"Sigh..."
Neuvillette had already gone numb. The Court of Fontaine was especially lively today. If he was not mistaken, this was already the fourth person to shout and scream in court...
"He actually had it that bad?"
"For a moment, I really felt I'd gone too far, always treating trials like operas..."
Some Fontainian spectators looked guilty at the sight of Marcel's grief-stricken expression and muttered quietly.
"Did you see that? I drank the Primordial Sea, but I'm not from Fontaine! I can't dissolve! I have no way to go see her!"
"So I could only find another way to bring Vigneire back! What did I do wrong? These were merely necessary sacrifices!"
"And in the end, that Callas still managed to get one over on me!"
"I was cautious all my life, only to suffer such a crushing defeat at his daughter's hands at such a crucial moment! Hahaha, how ridiculous! How ironic..."
Streaming tears, Marcel pounded the table in the defendant's stand and roared at Navia. That grief-stricken, savage expression looked so unfamiliar to her...
"Those who are pitiful have their hateful sides. You used innocent girls as experimental materials. Why not consider whether their parents, relatives, and friends suffered the same unbearable anguish as you over their disappearance?"
"Although I feel some sorrow that your lover Vigneire met with an unfortunate accident, that does not give you a reason to trample on other lives, Vacher."
Theresa sat elegantly in the audience with her shapely legs crossed, looking at the grief-stricken Vacher as she spoke slowly.
"Exactly! You experimented on innocent girls for your own selfish desires.