A look of surprise spread across Kachianâs face.
âGwan village... I do know of that place. If I recall correctly, I visited there briefly for recuperation when I was young. Ah, then perhaps...â
A carefully calculated expression of pondering. Tilting his head and covering his mouth slightly, Kachian asked in a hesitant voice after a short pause.
âThe name of the Cavalry member who took down the attackers in that village... was it âMarinâ?â
The moment the name Marin was mentioned, Kachianâs gaze briefly flicked toward Kishiarâs face. Yuder recalled the day when he, Kishiar, and Kachian had secretly crossed paths in the palace.
âCome to think of it, I believe there was a member who was especially eager to meet the Crown Prince.â
âThe name... was it Marin?â
Kishiar had deliberately brought up Marinâs name back then to provoke Kachian. Upon hearing the shocking news that a surviving family member of the friend he had killed had become a Cavalry member, Kachian had been so shaken he fled immediately.
Just as Kishiar had predicted, that provocation had clearly made Kachian even more erratic and irrational in his behavior. The fact that he had moved so recklessly just to erase the village proved it.
Of course, Kachianâs plot had failed miserably. But that cunning bastard seemed to have no intention of pretending ignoranceâinstead, he looked ready to make the first move.
That name you gave me. Iâll make good use of it.
Kachianâs glittering, scheming eyes seemed to say exactly that.
âYour Majesty. Please answer me. Am I correct? What was the name of the Cavalry member stationed in that village?â
Emperor Keillusa, who had been listening to Kachianâs dramatic outcry with an unreadable expression, slowly opened his mouth to reply.
âThe name of the Cavalry member who prevented the incident without casualties was, indeed, Marin.â
âAnd I suppose theyâre also the one who reported me.â
Kachian added sharply, eyes alight with pleasure.
âHow truly astonishing. I remembered that name for an entirely different reason. Not long ago, I heard that someone by that name had joined the Cavalry and was actively slandering me. From what I gathered, they were going around talking as if they had known me intimately for a long time... though I didnât even know who that commoner was until recently.â
â......â
âAt the time, as the Crown Prince of the Empire, I graciously let the matter go. But thinking back on it now... itâs truly strange.â
Kachianâs voice subtly rose.
âHow could someone who knew me before I became the Crown Prince just happen to become a Cavalry member? And how could that very person happen to be in that village at that exact time, and know the specific legal procedures that most commoners wouldnât even be aware of to formally report me?â
Though his voice had matured post-puberty, the high-pitched tone gave him an oddly boyish air, and it now carried a sharp edge of anger.
âAm I the only one who finds this sequence of events suspicious? This is clearly the trace of an organized smear campaign! How can we be certain someone within the Cavalry wasnât targeting me and orchestrating malicious actions? And despite all this, Your Majesty, you still interrogate me?â
It was a masterfully executed pivot. He reversed the entire situationâcasting Kishiar and Marin as conspirators, spinning a conspiracy theory on the spot with stunning skill. âȘ NĐŸvĐ”lŃgÒ»t âȘ (Official version) Yuder thought even Duke Diarca mightâve clapped if he were watching.
In fact, a few seated in the gallery began to stirâsome from the noble faction, others from the moderates. But before that ripple of unrest could grow, a heavy voice pressed down over the entire Room of Truth.
âIs that all you have to say?â
It was Emperor Keillusa.
Kachianâs eyes wavered for a moment.
He had successfully flipped the narrative, yet the emperorâs unfazed tone left him visibly unsettled.
âAnswer the question.â
â...Yes. Thatâs all I can surmise, given my lack of involvement.â
âCrown Prince. The reason I opened the Room of Truth today was to give you a chance to speak freely and clear up misunderstandings before a formal trial. This is the last time you will be able to speak so freely. Even so, are you truly done speaking?â
âWhy... would you say that? And what do you mean, a formal trial?â
Kachianâs face twisted in confusion at the unfamiliar words.
âIâve never heard anything about that.â
âBecause the decision to proceed has not yet been finalized. The High Justices are currently deliberating whether or not to refer the case.â
âWhat...! This is outrageous. Why should I face this ordeal over a servantâs crime that I did not order!â
âA crime you did not order... is that truly the case? Let us verify that now.â
The Emperor raised his hand. The doors opened, and several attendants entered in a line, each holding a tray with great care. On each tray were various items.
The first person spoke loudly.
âWhat I hold is the original commission received by the mercenaries who disguised themselves as bandits and attacked the civilian village.â
Normally, such a commission would be destroyed immediately after receipt. But for some reason, this one had remained intact.
âThough the full payment was supposed to be made upfront, due to Osem Nullyâs financial situation, part of the payment was deferred. Thus, the original document remained and was seized by our knights.â
Crown Prince Kachian had shifted all financial burden to others when giving the order. Public funds couldnât be used under scrutiny, and without support from House Diarca, this was inevitable.
However, the servant he ordered to act was a scion of a fallen noble house, and thus had limited funds on hand. He swallowed his pride and negotiated to pay the remainder after the job, but didnât inform the Crown Prince of this.
As a result, the commission written in the Crown Princeâs own handwriting was never destroyed.
âItâs laughable... but clearly not coincidence.â
Yuder scanned Emperor Keillusaâs face. With his abilities, he couldâve easily known all of this and orchestrated the timing.
Then the second person stepped forward.
âUpon inspection, we found that the type of paper and the color of ink used in this letter perfectly matched those used in the Palace of Radiance.â
He held up two sheets: one was an official letter previously sent by the Crown Prince, the other was the commission. Beside them sat an ink bottle unique to the palace and the main court.
While itâs possible to change oneâs handwriting with effort, how many people would go to the trouble of sourcing cheap paper and charcoal ink for a letter meant to be burned? Especially someone like Kachian, who had to move quickly.
Though such supplies are common outside, theyâre hard to come by inside the palace. Kachian had tried to act quickly using what was at handâand this was the result.
Murmurs began to rise. Then the third person stepped forward.
âDuring the investigation into Osem Nullyâs charges, we recorded responses from the villagers and the informant regarding their connection to the Crown Prince. Strangely, the majority of residents gave the same response after viewing the Crown Princeâs portrait...â
âEnough.â
Kachian suddenly leapt to his feet. His face was paler than before.
âEnough! All of this is fabricated evidence!â
âThe Crown Princeâs time to speak has ended. Sit down.â
âYou expect me to sit quietly while Iâm being framed with forged evidence and testimony?! This is outright violence against me!â
â...Your Majesty. Shouldnât the Crown Prince be granted a bit more leniency?â
A voice of reluctant support came from behind Kachianâs sweating back. One of the noble officials seated near Kironne had spoken, his face drawn in a grimace.