Inside the Opera Epiclese, Neuvillette's solemn voice echoed, announcing the final judgment:
"The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale has delivered its verdict. Holsen is found guilty of imprisoning and molesting young girls and is sentenced to life imprisonment. Similarly, Baron Aphton is also found guilty of child molestation and is sentenced to life imprisonment."
With his words, this case that shocked society finally came to an end.
Yide, however, glanced at the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, the machine that determined fate, with a hint of a sneer.
Focalors had abolished the death penalty for mortals, but reserved it for herself.
The guilty were not sentenced to death, while the innocent god was sentenced to death.
Where is the justice in this world?
At this moment, Furina, on the second floor, was secretly watching Yide.
She didn't understand why her gaze would fall on him so frequently and unconsciously, as if there was an unspeakable attraction drawing her attention.
And whenever Yide's gaze accidentally turned in her direction, she would quickly shift her gaze, pretending she had never noticed him.
After the trial ended, Yide walked out of the Opera Epiclese with a sense of disappointment.
The moment he stepped out of the door, the scene before him made him frown again.
A group of young students from the Fontaine Research Institute, holding up various banners with slogans supporting Holsen written on them.
They were protesting and shouting for Holsen, firmly believing that he was innocent and had been framed and persecuted by the West Factory.
Yide suddenly felt like a fly was buzzing in his throat, refusing to leave.
With a grim face, he walked step by step towards the enthusiastic students.
As he approached, a chilling aura gradually emanated, instantly silencing the originally lively scene.
The students looked at him, their expressions changing from anger to surprise. They clearly didn't expect to encounter Yide here.
Yide walked up to them, summoning the Dull Blade in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, yet it exuded a chilling aura that made people palpitate.
He said coldly, "I will now count to five. If you don't get out of my sight, then go to hell!"
The students looked at each other, the anger and determination in their eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by fear and unease.
"5!" Yide's voice was cold and firm, and he began to count down without hesitation.
"4!"
"3!"
When he counted to 3, some students could no longer withstand the invisible pressure and turned to flee the scene. Their departure was like an invisible storm, instantly sweeping through the crowd, and others followed suit, scattering in all directions.
"2!" At this point, only three students remained standing. Their legs were trembling, as if bearing a weight of a thousand pounds, and they could collapse at any moment.
"1!"
In the end, only one young student stood there, his tender face a mixture of determination and panic.
A smile appeared on Yide's face, but it was as cold as the biting ice rain in winter, making people shudder.
He walked up to the student and gently patted his cheek with the Dull Blade, as if teasing a small animal that could not resist.
"Do you think you have integrity, that the whole world is filthy, and only you are noble and arrogant?"
The student wanted to argue, but found that in the face of this powerful pressure, even the courage to stand up straight had vanished.
"Tell me your name," Yide asked again coldly.
"Algernon," the student replied in a trembling voice.
"Go back and tell those who instigated you that none of them will escape," Yide's voice was filled with intense murderous intent.
After speaking, he put away the Dull Blade, turned around, and strode away.
Algernon stood there alone, dumbfounded. He watched Yide's departing figure, the fear and panic in his heart surging like a tide, completely engulfing him.
…
In a luxuriously decorated room with an unusually heavy atmosphere, a group of nobles in gorgeous robes sat in chairs.
The smoke from their cigars swirled around them, but their faces were a mixture of depression and anger.
"Chief Tywin, we must find a way to get rid of this Yide!" said a fat noble.
As soon as he said this, the other nobles present echoed his sentiments, their voices filled with fear and hatred for Yide.
Chief Tywin coldly swept his gaze around the room. These nobles were all burdened with unspeakable sins.
Once these crimes were exposed by Yide, their fate would probably be even more miserable than Holsen's.
Therefore, after Holsen was sentenced, these nobles hurriedly found him, hoping to use his power to get rid of this troublesome problem.
He said in a deep voice, "Yide now has the trust of Furina and Neuvillette. It's difficult to move against him."
Hearing this, the nobles in the room immediately deflated like punctured balloons, losing their previous arrogance.
The fat noble tentatively spoke again, "Is there really no way for us? Chief Tywin, you are the Chief of the Marechaussee Phantom. Are you willing to be suppressed by Yide like this? Don't forget, your son died tragically at his hands!"
Chief Tywin slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Andrew, shut your mouth! Do you think I can't see through your intentions? You just want to use me to get rid of Yide. Let me tell you, don't use me as a pawn, or I'll let you taste the bitterness first!"
Andrew trembled in fear and quickly begged for forgiveness, "Chief Tywin, I'm sorry, I misspoke. Please calm your anger."
Chief Tywin snorted coldly and ignored Andrew.
But the hatred in his heart was successfully ignited by Andrew's words.
He looked around at the nobles present and said coldly, "I can take action against Yide, but each of you must contribute. Remember, this is our common cause, and no one can stay out of it."
Although the nobles present looked solemn, they all nodded in agreement.
They understood that there was no turning back now. Only by joining forces to deal with Yide could they protect their status and interests.