The Duchess of the Attic - 88 58. Evidence

“Hey, do something stupid! That was attacked, too!

In an inquiry by Sir Barba, who poked at the core, Tulli disputed with revelation of his anger.

The anger exposes Teuri’s impatience.

“Shut up, Tulli.”

“But Father…”

“Shut up!

Urgency induces failure.

Marquis Bapot would be right to shut him up so his son wouldn’t say anything far-fetched.

But that doesn’t work in this interrogation.

Alessandro has solid evidence as well as witnesses.

“… let us now testify to the Marquis Roussel, a party”

“Yes.”

Answering Sir Barba’s call, Claude stood up.

Give Alessandro a compliment.

“As you know, on many occasions I have explored those who conspire to rebel in a more intimate manner than His Majesty. But just a few moments later, my tail doesn’t always stick. I was still convinced that someone was leaking inside information close to me, and I circulated some false information to people I thought were suspicious. People based on that false information – that was Viscount Amadi.”

“Such things are just coincidences. I’m sad that you suspected me.”

“You’d even suspect that, wouldn’t you? Because the Viscount was ahead of him going as if he were watching my actions. But all the secrets from His Majesty that I mentioned earlier were dead.”

“Become…?

I hear he regained his calm. It was Terri, but Claude’s words didn’t make sense.

That’s the same for the audience, and Claude started explaining it again.

“The clandestine orders I received from His Majesty were already received a few days ago by other loyal ministers, who were carrying out their tasks in the form of being pursued by me. Because my move means my enemies move too. It’s like there could be a little more respite…”

At the end of the day, Alessandro laughed at the blurry cloud of words.

I would have been certain if I had ordered Claude, who is a fool, after having served his purpose well, but I would not always give my predecessor room.

He said it was to be unpretentious, but there was no doubt Alessandro was enjoying it.

Even this interrogation seems to be enjoying it.

“Unfortunately, it was an unquestionable fact that Viscount Amadi was circulating information to the conspirators. And I learned from one source that there was a plan to make the soldiers who made me look like a wildling thief attack me. So he turned his hand around and replaced the soldiers who pretended to be pirates with his allies.”

“Damn, you can make that up as much as you want!

“Yeah, right. Whoever orders me to attack and makes it look like I attacked him can also be called as a witness, but if the Viscount denies he doesn’t know, it will only be a watershed argument later. So it’s better to show you clear evidence than this.”

When Claude said so, Marquis Bapot laughed with his nose.

He doesn’t seem to think there’s any evidence out there.

Perhaps the prudent Marquis has discarded all letters, etc. that are likely to be material evidence, and has not signed the letters he sent to his companions, etc.

Convinced also by Claude’s suggestion, Sir Barba turned his gaze to Alessandro as he asked.

Alessandro nods and permits without speaking.

Several books and two boxes were brought in one after the other in response to that.

Cole, who saw the books, was even more pale.

As for the evidence, those who were sitting as witnesses stood in a detailed explanation.

They seemed to be appealing to Alessandro for evidence of the crimes of the rebels, but in fact they are turning to the hearers in order to make them understand the legitimacy of this interrogation.

As the evidence was cited one after the other, the conspirators dropped their shoulders disappointingly just saying that they could no longer escape.

Contrary to those, the listeners seem excited.

If much blood had been shed by this rebellion, it might have been different again, but for them, this interrogation is only a matter of other personnel and a show.

Not a single piece of evidence has yet been adduced in it, the Marquis of Bapot was magnificent, and Tulli imitated it.

“Next, we would like to explain the letter in this box. These could have been obtained with the help of the Marquis Roussel, may I ask the Lady to explain them to you?

“Yes, I did.”

The hall bothered when Opal stood up in answer to the words of one of the lawyers.

They are surprised that Opal, a woman, will speak on this occasion.

Despite that reaction, Opal took out the letter when he opened the box and put it up so that the seal wax and the sender could easily be seen.

Of course the wax is unwrapped, but if it overlaps, the crest can barely be seen.

“All these letters were sent from the Marquis of Bapot to the Marquis of Saimes in the Kingdom of Socieux”

“Stupid! Those things are fake!

“Until about a year ago it seemed like this was stamped on the seal on the wax, but it hasn’t even written the sender’s name here lately. But the letter inside says that the sender is the Marquis.”

Marquis Bapot, who was showing room, stood up like he had been played, pointing to Opal and disputing.

But Opal keeps on caring.

Surprisingly silenced around me about the Marquis’s attitude, which I had been showing extra time for.

“I will not read the contents here, such as those relating to the smuggling of gold and those that I hope will respond promptly to requests for reinforcements when there is a revolt, but I have already seen them all to His Majesty and the Inquisitors. As I said earlier, there just isn’t a sender’s name here these days, or it says to burn it if you read it, but the Marquis of Sames didn’t seem to obey. You didn’t have a relationship of trust even if you had a cooperative relationship with each other. I’m sure he left it for when something happened. And that’s how we got the evidence.”

“No! I didn’t write that! Somebody’s – Roussel, it’s your conspiracy!

“… I would never have done more to kick your ass.”

“What…?

Not trying to admit it only, Marquis Bapot somehow tried to impersonate Claude.

But Claude doesn’t even deal with them.

The Marquis was confused that he didn’t immediately know what it meant, and then turned his face bright red.

“Don’t get on with it, you young builder! I wandered through Lucell’s old grandfather, then I took in His Majesty, then I had the gold -!?”

The Marquis’ grudge was blocked by flying books.

Though he hastily sheltered his face, the Marquis groans in pain as the horns of the books appear to have hit his forehead.

“Well, my God! The books of precious evidence have flown away!

Slightly surprising is the opal who threw the books, and those around him are pompous as they stand, distracted even by the Kingsguard.

Only Claude and Alessandro’s laughter erupted in the hall.