According to En Letaire law, the loser bears “all trial expenses of the winner.” This includes the winning side’s legal fees, making it a world of trial where the winner enjoys the spoils. In reality, this law was an evil one designed to prevent commoners from easily having trials. However, the law was always a double-edged sword, and how it would be used was the very essence of the law.
Arriving in high spirits, Ruth waved to Iris with a cheerful smile. It was their first meeting. While gazing at the renowned beauty of Rosemary, Ruth secretly whistled to herself, and Iris met Ruth with sincere relief. She had heard of Ruth Da Rossa’s name. She even remembered when her mentor, Elaine, had seen Ruth Da Rossa’s trial and exclaimed,
“The impression of someone favored by the goddess of victory.” She remembered that as well.
“Respected Judge. We would like to request an amendment. My client’s identity is both Queen Rosemary En Letaire and Iris Elaine. As my client possesses both a physical and spiritual identity, she asserts both names.”
Ruth smiled and handed the amendment request to the secretary. The secretary received it with a slightly overwhelmed expression.
Are you serious?
Though her expression indicated as much, Ruth turned away cheerfully. She was always genuine.
A buzz, a commotion arose within the judge’s chambers. What? Both of them? Is that even possible?! The judge, bewildered, let out a sound that was hard to discern as either a sigh or laughter.
“Both…?”
“Yes, both. Aren’t both the physical and spiritual aspects important for humans?”
Hey, you scoundrel. The judge, glaring, asked once again.
“Both…?”
Ruth wasn’t at all bothered by the glare. She had always received a great deal of scolding. What’s so painful about that? Winners are those who triumph, and those who should be scolded are those who deserve it. She was a woman who was always prepared to face criticism.
“We will explain why Iris Rosemary is present in this trial.”
Ruth said this, pointing at Iris. She was a strikingly beautiful woman with a melancholic aura. Ruth had clearly conveyed her instructions through the house elf in a letter. She had advised Iris to avoid overly flashy attire when appearing in court. However, she should look beautiful and wear pearls, but refrain from excessive jewelry. Everything, from the color of the clothes to every detail, Ruth meticulously interfered with. Iris and she could communicate instantly due to the house elf that could convey messages through water.
Today, Iris Rosemary was overflowing with sorrow. Half-tied hair, exposed shoulders, a pearl necklace, and a dress with a touch of blue on a pristine white background She looked like a princess trapped in a tower.
“We will explain why she is Iris Rosemary. For that purpose, we first request the testimony of Count Samain, who is the father of Rosemary En Letaire.”
The buzz grew louder. Count Samain. A heretic in noble society. He appeared? His mere presence here was puzzling. He had attended Rosemary’s wedding with only minimal courtesy, and afterwards, he had become a recluse. He probably wouldn’t even attend Rosemary’s funeral. Everyone found it strange that such a man was here.
A perverted inclination for cruelty, a penchant for killing anyone who displeased him, and a taste more twisted than anyone else’s. Most importantly, Count Samain didn’t see people as people. In his eyes, all beings were insignificant compared to ants. The beings he acknowledged as people were, at best, high-ranking nobles or royalty. Yet such a man, based on a request from a mere lawyer, would not oblige. He would just storm out, probably hurling insults.
As Count Samain stood up, the buzz suddenly ceased. People were fearful of what he might do next. The nobles beside him distanced themselves from him. He was a man who could strike anyone next to him with his cane for being close by.
However, surprisingly, he had a very pleased expression on his face.
“Very well, let’s proceed immediately.”
He struck the ground with his cane, making a thud sound.
Huh, huh? Ruth had prepared herself for a task that required quite a bit of elevation. She had studied and memorized who Count Samain was, after all. As Rosemary’s father, he was an exceptionally handsome middle-aged man. Today, he was standing up with a very content expression, ready to proceed. Amid everyone’s astonished gazes, the judge spoke.
“Well, then, let’s proceed right away.”
Before Samain can start ranting, let’s wrap it up quickly.
That sense of urgency had an impact. Iris hadn’t even had the chance to speak a few words on the witness stand before she was instructed to step down. As she was about to descend, a hand reached out to her. It was Count Samain’s hand.
“Iris.”
Count Samain spoke in an affectionate voice. Iris blinked her eyes. His tone was so warm and friendly as if he had known her for decades.
“Rosemary.”
From the side that was supposed to claim him as a father, she couldn’t push away his hand. Iris took his hand. While holding her hand, Count Samain moved slowly, escorting her back to her seat.
Iris had received etiquette lessons. In other words, she had already learned about who Count Samain was and memorized it. She looked up at him with a cautious expression, but when their eyes met, he simply smiled sweetly.
“How are you feeling? Pregnancy isn’t good for your health.”
“I-I’m fine.”
“Still, eat lots of delicious food and remove all the unpleasant things.”
His tone was strange. Iris sat down without saying anything.
Why’s he acting like that?
Elaine furrowed her brows. She glanced at Sidrain. Sidrain happened to be looking at her too. He was inquiring with his eyes. Did he know why that crazy man was behaving like that towards Iris?
Oh, entering into an already difficult situation, The royal family and Martop both felt like crying now. However, a little later, even in the midst of wanting to cry, they realized that the crazy man still had some use after all. And Martop felt like wailing, not just crying. Because of what that madman said.
“I am confident. Iris Rosemary is the child born to my wife, Railan.”
He said it with such a natural attitude as if he himself had given her the name “Iris Rosemary.” Indeed, that madman was different. Martop’s lawyer was left speechless.
According to En Letaire law, the loser bears “all trial expenses of the winner.” This includes the winning side’s legal fees, making it a world of trial where the winner enjoys the spoils. In reality, this law was an evil one designed to prevent commoners from easily having trials. However, the law was always a double-edged sword, and how it would be used was the very essence of the law.
Arriving in high spirits, Ruth waved to Iris with a cheerful smile. It was their first meeting. While gazing at the renowned beauty of Rosemary, Ruth secretly whistled to herself, and Iris met Ruth with sincere relief. She had heard of Ruth Da Rossa’s name. She even remembered when her mentor, Elaine, had seen Ruth Da Rossa’s trial and exclaimed,
“The impression of someone favored by the goddess of victory.” She remembered that as well.
“Respected Judge. We would like to request an amendment. My client’s identity is both Queen Rosemary En Letaire and Iris Elaine. As my client possesses both a physical and spiritual identity, she asserts both names.”
Ruth smiled and handed the amendment request to the secretary. The secretary received it with a slightly overwhelmed expression.
Are you serious?
Though her expression indicated as much, Ruth turned away cheerfully. She was always genuine.
A buzz, a commotion arose within the judge’s chambers. What? Both of them? Is that even possible?! The judge, bewildered, let out a sound that was hard to discern as either a sigh or laughter.
“Both…?”
“Yes, both. Aren’t both the physical and spiritual aspects important for humans?”
Hey, you scoundrel. The judge, glaring, asked once again.
“Both…?”
Ruth wasn’t at all bothered by the glare. She had always received a great deal of scolding. What’s so painful about that? Winners are those who triumph, and those who should be scolded are those who deserve it. She was a woman who was always prepared to face criticism.
“We will explain why Iris Rosemary is present in this trial.”
Ruth said this, pointing at Iris. She was a strikingly beautiful woman with a melancholic aura. Ruth had clearly conveyed her instructions through the house elf in a letter. She had advised Iris to avoid overly flashy attire when appearing in court. However, she should look beautiful and wear pearls, but refrain from excessive jewelry. Everything, from the color of the clothes to every detail, Ruth meticulously interfered with. Iris and she could communicate instantly due to the house elf that could convey messages through water.
Today, Iris Rosemary was overflowing with sorrow. Half-tied hair, exposed shoulders, a pearl necklace, and a dress with a touch of blue on a pristine white background She looked like a princess trapped in a tower.
“We will explain why she is Iris Rosemary. For that purpose, we first request the testimony of Count Samain, who is the father of Rosemary En Letaire.”
The buzz grew louder. Count Samain. A heretic in noble society. He appeared? His mere presence here was puzzling. He had attended Rosemary’s wedding with only minimal courtesy, and afterwards, he had become a recluse. He probably wouldn’t even attend Rosemary’s funeral. Everyone found it strange that such a man was here.
A perverted inclination for cruelty, a penchant for killing anyone who displeased him, and a taste more twisted than anyone else’s. Most importantly, Count Samain didn’t see people as people. In his eyes, all beings were insignificant compared to ants. The beings he acknowledged as people were, at best, high-ranking nobles or royalty. Yet such a man, based on a request from a mere lawyer, would not oblige. He would just storm out, probably hurling insults.
As Count Samain stood up, the buzz suddenly ceased. People were fearful of what he might do next. The nobles beside him distanced themselves from him. He was a man who could strike anyone next to him with his cane for being close by.
However, surprisingly, he had a very pleased expression on his face.
“Very well, let’s proceed immediately.”
He struck the ground with his cane, making a thud sound.
Huh, huh? Ruth had prepared herself for a task that required quite a bit of elevation. She had studied and memorized who Count Samain was, after all. As Rosemary’s father, he was an exceptionally handsome middle-aged man. Today, he was standing up with a very content expression, ready to proceed. Amid everyone’s astonished gazes, the judge spoke.
“Well, then, let’s proceed right away.”
Before Samain can start ranting, let’s wrap it up quickly.
That sense of urgency had an impact. Iris hadn’t even had the chance to speak a few words on the witness stand before she was instructed to step down. As she was about to descend, a hand reached out to her. It was Count Samain’s hand.
“Iris.”
Count Samain spoke in an affectionate voice. Iris blinked her eyes. His tone was so warm and friendly as if he had known her for decades.
“Rosemary.”
From the side that was supposed to claim him as a father, she couldn’t push away his hand. Iris took his hand. While holding her hand, Count Samain moved slowly, escorting her back to her seat.
Iris had received etiquette lessons. In other words, she had already learned about who Count Samain was and memorized it. She looked up at him with a cautious expression, but when their eyes met, he simply smiled sweetly.
“How are you feeling? Pregnancy isn’t good for your health.”
“I-I’m fine.”
“Still, eat lots of delicious food and remove all the unpleasant things.”
His tone was strange. Iris sat down without saying anything.
Why’s he acting like that?
Elaine furrowed her brows. She glanced at Sidrain. Sidrain happened to be looking at her too. He was inquiring with his eyes. Did he know why that crazy man was behaving like that towards Iris?
Oh, entering into an already difficult situation, The royal family and Martop both felt like crying now. However, a little later, even in the midst of wanting to cry, they realized that the crazy man still had some use after all. And Martop felt like wailing, not just crying. Because of what that madman said.
“I am confident. Iris Rosemary is the child born to my wife, Railan.”
He said it with such a natural attitude as if he himself had given her the name “Iris Rosemary.” Indeed, that madman was different. Martop’s lawyer was left speechless.
