After exchanging a few pleasantries with the other party, Double Leaf and Motan no longer paid any attention to Marshal. The former sprawled listlessly on the table playing with her fingers, while the latter seemed intrigued watching her, showing no signs of nervousness—as if it hadn't been them who initiated the aggression and delivered the fatal blow.
Ignoring the explosive greetings from both sides, the stony-faced Cleve returned to his seat and quietly asked everyone, "I suppose you all have made your decisions?"
Aside from Motan, who seemed to be just there for the spectacle, and Baffie Marshal, who had no voting rights, the others silently nodded their heads.
"Then, before the trial begins..."
Cleve turned his head towards Duke Marshal, speaking as casually as if discussing the weather, "Baffie, you have one last chance to defend yourself, and no one will interrupt you in the process."
