The storm caused by Anais stirred up the courtroom.
"Is it true that Lady Anais is head over heels for that man?" someone whispered.
"Indeed, but what's the use? Her paramour is a wandering murder suspect," another replied.
"She's completely lost her mind, tsk tsk. It looks like Lady Vergson's social standing is now ruined."
As time passed, the chaotic atmosphere showed no signs of calming down.
Her declaration as the defense attorney was that shocking.
A judge banged his gavel forcefully.
Thunk.
The clear resonance of the ebony wood pierced through the crowd sharply.
"Order! Maintain order!" he shouted several times, eventually calming the commotion with great difficulty.
The presiding judge had also been taken aback by Lady Vergson's choice of defense, but as a seasoned jurist, he calmly managed the situation.
The accuser, the accused, and the attorney – all the elements of the trial were now in place.
