The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 113 Trial

Chapter 113 Trial

Louis-Pold snorted. "Stop your sarcastic remarks. I only asked Jennings to drive the nuns of Merrittie out of my territory, not to do something so drastic."

"And he also reaped what he sowed, dying in the fire at his own camp."

"Good, now there's no way to prove it?" Euclid sneered.

"Quiet," Miodrag tapped the table. "Ms. Frey, produce the second piece of evidence."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lady Frey put down the magic crystal mirror in her hand and took out another item from her medical kit.

It was a decaying silver dagger with a faint green glow.

"My lords, this dagger is a magical artifact. After examination, it has been determined that it has the ability to bewitch and manipulate minds. The tip of the dagger still bears traces of blood from Grafiakan. This dagger was the murder weapon used to assassinate Count Grafiakan years ago, and it was found on the body of Grafiakan's steward."

The crowd's faces darkened. As nobles, deceit and treachery were commonplace, but assassination was a major taboo in their eyes.

After all, everyone wants to maintain their power. If a nobleman were to die every few days, the world in Cordwin would have been in chaos long ago.

Ms. Frey turned the dagger over, revealing the emblem on the hilt: a bird without feet.

Everyone who saw it gasped for breath.

This is Atamon's coat of arms.

Even Miodrag's expression darkened considerably.

"Euclid, what should you say?"

Euclid paused for a moment, then calmly said, "This is a frame-up, Your Majesty. It was the Witcher who framed Atamon."

"The 'Legless Bird' badge is common in Cordwin, if not ten families. Besides, everyone here knows how much Atamon dotes on Count Grafiacan. This dagger couldn't possibly belong to Atamon."

Miodrag shook his head.

Ms. Frey chuckled softly, as if she had expected Euclid to use such an excuse to decline.

She picked up the magic crystal mirror again, and a phantom image appeared on the mirror: Atamon fighting the Witcher.

That phrase, "It's nothing more than destroying it again," completely changed the expressions of the nobles present.

"Damn it, I knew it! You're all a bunch of magical lunatics! Assassinating a nobleman of the kingdom, the future Marquis of Grafiakan! What else wouldn't you dare to do?"

The Earl of Finnegans, a landmark on the lake, angrily rebuked him.

Count Rupert, the descending lord, also said, "And you golems, such dangerous and evil things, yet we were deceived by your sweet words. The front lines have failed, the capital has been burned, are you going to overthrow Cordwin and do what 'Pure White Rafald' did back then?"

Pure White Rafald, a legendary wizard and alchemist, was one of the earliest sorcerers on the continent, predating even Tessaia and the existence of the Warlock Brotherhood.

He used his magic to end a six-year war in the North and was even asked to become the King of Temuria.

However, due to the power and influence of the nobility, he refused, and this became a well-known story.

But things weren't that simple. The King of Abdank in Temuria was mentally deficient, and Rafald rightfully became the royal advisor, making him the true ruler.

If the Brotherhood of Warlocks hadn't been formed later, and if Rafald hadn't died in a duel, Temeria would have long been his personal fiefdom and his possession.

Miodrag raised his head, his gaze sharp as a blade as he swept towards Euclid.

"Wizard, do you have anything else to explain?"

Euclid could no longer maintain his composure.

"Your Majesty, the idea of ​​a pure white Rafald is utter nonsense. For so many years, the Ban Ade Magic Academy has never had such an intention."

Miodrag said, "But it's also true that you didn't abide by the covenant to protect the capital. I personally witnessed Wizard George open the portal and escape."

Euclid clenched his fists, cursing George countless times in his heart.

That damned apprentice, even if he had died in the capital, he wouldn't be in such a passive position now.

As for Atamon, he was his closest friend, and the death of a mere count could not shake their relationship.

Seeing Euclid's unpleasant expression, Miodrag knew he had put pressure on him, so he stood up.

"Atamon's crimes have been established, enough to put him on the gallows, but now that he is dead, he cannot be tried in public."

"But his identity is the Dean of Studies at Ben Ade Magic Academy, a wizard, and you must also bear this responsibility."

"Ban Ard Academy of Magic will compensate for 70 percent of all losses incurred during the Golem Raid. For the next fifty years, Cordwin's financial aid to Ban Ard Academy of Magic will also be reduced by 70 percent."

"Principal Euclid, as the highest-ranking official in charge of the college, you are responsible for the lack of effective supervision."

"From this day forward, you must undergo a full investigation by the Royal Inquiry Team."

"Your Majesty!" Euclid's eyes were bloodshot. "This is not fair!"

He could accept the investigation, but reducing financial aid would cause the magic academy to lose most of its revenue.

Given the current size of the academy, this means that the academy's wizards can no longer stay peacefully in the magic tower to conduct research, but will have to come out regularly to work and beg for food, which is absolutely intolerable.

"Enough, Euclid, Atamon's verdict is final, and this is the price you must pay."

Euclid trembled with rage, but the knight behind him had already quietly appeared.

As Atamon made his judgment, the bird-less dagger in Lady Frey's hand seemed to sense it all.

The eerie light intensified, and the vengeful spirit of Butler Mitchell flashed by, letting out a long howl before turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.

The crowd looked at each other in surprise when they saw the crest representing the Grafiakan family on his body.

All of Euclid's arguments seemed pale and powerless at that moment.

Marquis Louis-Pold stood up. "Your Majesty, it can now be proven that the Witcher's assassination of Count Grafiacan was a complete frame-up by Atamon."

"I now propose that the book 'Freaks, or Descriptions of Witchers' be abolished, to restore the innocence and dignity of the Wolf School of Witchers."

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among the nobles present.

"No, I strongly object!"

Euclid's eyes were filled with hatred.

Even if Atamon's description of "Freaks, or Witchers" is exaggerated, it is not without reason.

"The Witcher is a mutant, born through a process that some people see as an improvement and perfection of nature."

"However, nature cannot be improved or modified."

"Any interference with nature's creations leads to morbidity, corruption, and destruction."

"Think about those mutated witchers; they are absolutely intolerable to you!"

"Pale cheeks, terrifying cat eyes, and especially those Cat School witchers—they're even more ruthless, not only in Cordwin but also in the Northern Kingdoms; they're a bunch of psychopathic murderers!"

"Therefore, I firmly oppose abolishing the volume 'Freaks'! And the Witcher's crimes should be further investigated!"

"Atamon is guilty, that's true, but his trial should be the judge's job, not the Witcher's! The Witcher is also a murderer."

Upon hearing this, many nobles nodded silently. Although the magic academy had made a grave mistake, Euclid's lofty status still remained, and besides, what he said made a lot of sense.

Trials are the business of judges, not witchers.

Euclid glanced around, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Atamon is dead; he'll drag a few people down with him no matter what.

If it could kill the Witcher, that would be the best thing ever.

The marquis of the lakeside landmark suddenly stood up and stared at him coldly.

"Wizard, watch your words!"