The trial ended.
Not guilty.
This news spread throughout Cardilon, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief until the situation had completely calmed down.
If Mist had been found guilty, they also feared she would turn the false accusation into... fact, and then all of them might die.
"The Church of Blood's money... it's not easy to get," lamented a vagrant by the roadside, watching the passersby while taking a swig of cheap liquor.
Then he noticed a conspicuous presence, like a black dot on a sheet of white paper, radiating a strong sense of existence that made it impossible to overlook even if one wanted to.
As if she were the natural center of attention.
Human... no, rather than human, she seemed more like a puppet, only far too lifelike, which made her appear human.
Exquisite features, black hair cascading like a waterfall, and a long, formal dress as if attending a banquet as a princess.
She was holding a Sword Box, looking around.
"Excuse me, which way to the tribunal?"
