From a distance, the Great Imperial Princess Hillena raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself that it was just as expected.
She had been somewhat surprised but not shocked to learn of Lynn's crazy actions tonight.
Ever since their first meeting, she had vaguely understood the tactics of this youngster.
He'd stop at nothing.
He could even make white seem black, claiming Heroes to be spies of the Demon Clan.
It was quite preposterous.
So she was very curious now as to how this fellow would resolve the silent killing move delivered by Marquis Mosgla.
"If you have something to say, Lord Fred, just say it."
Saint Laurent VI nodded.
Hearing this, Marquis Mosgla stepped forward, bowed, and then raised his voice, "Your Majesty, I accuse!"
"I accuse Lynn Bartleion of bewitching the public with treacherous methods to frame and set traps, thereby winning the support of an elector."
"Not only that, but he also publicly shot and killed my grandson, Dalion Mosgla, and under the support of people like the Third Imperial Princess, turned black into white, making his death appear as an accident."
"Even Duke Tierus himself wrote letters to clarify for him, trying to hide the truth."
"As a grandfather with no significant ability, I also can't withstand the open and hidden attacks from the Tierus family, and can only speak out in such a setting by relying on Your Majesty's authority."
With that said, Marquis Mosgla looked down at Lynn.
As their gazes intersected, Lynn saw a hint of gloominess and bitterness in the other's eyes.
It was clear that the old man had no pity for the son of an old friend who should have been buried on the borderlands.
His reason for enduring in silence was not just due to the Second Prince's ambiguous attitude after going to the borderlands, but also for a moment like today.
He would not make a move unless necessary, but when he did, it would be a decisive blow.
After gaining the strong backing of the Third Imperial Princess, this youngster had become unstoppable upon returning to the Imperial Capital.
If that were the case, why not keep this bullet and wait for him to show a flaw before striking?
It's just that he didn't expect this youngster, whether carried away or whatever the reason, to reveal his vulnerability so quickly.
At these words, a tinge of anger appeared on Saint Laurent VI's face, "Publicly shoot the heir of a marquis family? Outrageous!"
"Even a prince who commits such a crime would be punished by the laws of the Empire, let alone you, merely a subordinate of Ivyst... Lynn Bartleion, do you have any objections to the old marquis's accusations?!"
The Emperor's voice seemed to carry a soul-stirring deterrence, involuntarily inspiring a strong sense of awe in people.
For a moment, everyone's gaze was focused on him.
Seeing this, Lynn chuckled, "Of course, I have objections."
"This old fart... Since the old marquis is so sure that I'm bewitching the public and turning black into white, surely you must have evidence that can convict me."
"If so, please produce such evidence; otherwise, it's a slander against my innocence."
Hearing this, a cold smile flickered in Marquis Mosgla's eyes.
Of course, he had no evidence.
The nobles who attended the banquet that day, under the coercion and temptation of Duke Tierus, had already switched sides and kept silent about the incident.
In an attempt to uncover the truth, he even ordered the abduction of a local minor noble and used memory search techniques in an attempt to recreate the real scene from that day.
Yet, that noble suffered an immediate curse and died violently.
It seemed that the Third Imperial Princess had also used quite a few schemes to hide what happened at the banquet.
So currently, obtaining direct evidence was extremely difficult.
But for Marquis Mosgla, this was not a problem at all.
Sometimes, to impose enough charges on someone, evidence isn't even needed.
Or rather, he had laid the groundwork for so long just for this moment.
To draw out Lynn's statement just now.
"So you mean to say, to prove your innocence, you agree to an investigation of this matter?" Marquis Mosgla looked coldly at Lynn, "Even if it involves using risk-bearing Sealed Objects to search your memories?"
Lynn gave him a look of utter contempt, "I now have reasonable suspicions that you slaughtered the sow from next door to my house. Please cooperate with my inquiry, and allow me to use a Sealed Object for investigation."
Marquis Mosgla seemed not to expect the youngster to be so sharp-tongued and was stunned for a few seconds, then his face gradually darkened.
A sudden burst of light laughter broke the silent atmosphere.
Lynn instinctively looked up and saw that in the crowd not far away, a silver-haired girl seemed amused by his comments. Surrounded by noble admirers, she couldn't help covering her mouth in a giggle.
Her stature was petite, and she appeared to be the same age as Eleanor, with twin tails of silver hair, not unlike Felit's, cascading down her shoulders.
Her delicate, fair face was endearingly cute, flawless like a porcelain doll.
If Ivyst was the God Forsaken disliked by everyone, then this girl might represent the other extreme.
She seemed naturally adored by everyone like a little princess raised in a warm environment, pampered to the utmost.
The Ninth Princess Hilsda, and also the younger sister of the Second Prince Felit.
Such information flashed through his mind in an instant.
Noticing his probing gaze, the Ninth Princess Hilsda quickly suppressed the smile on her face, and then somewhat petulantly snorted at him while showing her small canine teeth.