"Everyone, I believe a court should be a place that resolves disputes and upholds justice through fair rulings. Force should never be the first resort in settling a dispute. It is time to put an end to this farce."
Neuvillette spoke with a grave expression, his voice steady and powerful.
He continued, "We have no intention of disrupting these proceedings, but we also hope the Judge will not rush to a verdict based solely on the defendant's side of the story. At the very least, the plaintiff should be given an opportunity to present evidence."
Neuvillette's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the tension in the room.
The area attack the man had just unleashed was astonishingly powerful, bringing the gods caught up in the chaos back to their senses.
Osiris rose from the crown of the enormous stone statue and immediately used his divine power to dry the cold water clinging to him.
Hearing Neuvillette's words, he knitted his brows, resentment stirring within him.
He wanted to retort. Since when did these nobodies get to come into the Court of the Gods and tell us what to do?
Yet he swallowed those words just as they reached his lips.
He understood that the situation no longer allowed him to lose his temper at will. He had to stay calm to handle what lay before him.
He refused to admit that this man named Neuvillette had even the slightest point. But looking at the rain-soaked gods, each one bedraggled, their drenched hair plastered to their faces and their clothes clinging to their bodies, where was even a trace of their former nobility and elegance?!
By comparison, the man below appeared far more composed.
Neuvillette stood there in immaculate attire, his expression calm, commanding authority without anger. Every