Franca's sudden intrusion clearly caused the solemn atmosphere of the occasion to choke for a moment, and the intimate address made the muscles under the right eye of the old man on the high platform involuntarily tremble.
"Eh? Aglaya is also here?" Franca, who strode in, seemingly didn't treat the Judgment Hall, regarded as a solemn place by all the executors, as anything serious.
Aglaya glanced sideways at the noble young lady who was exquisitely dressed.
Her family had significant weight in the city, so much so that her personal behavior often seemed unimportant.
Anyone mentioning her would only remember the family behind her.
But her family couldn't afford to be frivolous in front of Judgment Chief Nolanitz...
'It seems that the young lady has also forged her own path...'
