𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 || 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝟏𝟔

➨ Murder defintely sent all those royals and nobels into a frenzy. If they weren't scared before, they were terrified now. Standing before them was an alleged devil, a murderer, and a forbidden magic wielder. None of this looked good.

Damnatio watched you with hawk eyes. "Considering we found him buried under the rubble, you tried to hide your crimes from prying eyes. Is that true?"

Silence.

"Bring out the evidence." He waves his free hand in the air. From behind him, another fully-covered man comes scurrying out onto the stage. Something is folded in his hands, and he passes it off to Damnatio before shuffling back into the darkness.

Time moves in slow motion as he reveals what was tucked up. The piece of fabric is not foreign to you and you curse in your head. It's the Royal Knight cape that you took off after the whole incident happened. You stupidly had left it there, not thinking it was important to be kept any longer.

It was wrinkled, dirty, and torn in so many different ways. Even better, the blood–dried but prominent– was unmistakable to everyone.

"Hey hold on!" Asta shouted. "How do you even know that it belongs to her? Lots of fighting happened, it could belong to any one of the Royal Knights!"

"You're correct." He agreed with a cool 'matter of fact' tone. "However, there's a specific clue on here that can lead us to its original owner." He pulls on the cape, exposing the damn near perfect hole from where you were stabbed. "Upon further investigation, the victim was found near some sort of sharp rock inside the crater. It took no time to match up the size of this hole, to the diameter of the spear-like object."

When he looked over at you, you still weren't speaking. So he took it upon himself to continue. "With the blood splatter in both the crime scene and on the evidence, we concluded that somehow, the perpetrator fell onto this sharp point. Which would've gone through skin, and clothing. So, Y/N. If this doesn't belong to you, would you mind showing us any new injuries on your body? Maybe... a shoulder? Just so we can clear your case, of course."

Did he really expect you to strip down in front of this many people? "That sort of feels like public indecency."

"Coming from a murderer, that is laugable. But we can do this another way as well. We can have Marx search your memories and display them for us as well. So, either way, you will be exposed for your treachery."

So your choices were to be brain-wiped, or show them a scar that you know is there. Either way, you're fucked. You needed to think of a way to get out of the situation. If anything you could lie, but when they check your memories, they'll add perjury right after murder.

However, if everything right now is only an allegation though, you might be able to get away with complete silence. Anything you say will be used against you and for your arrest.

The people in the stands weren't a fan of your quietness.

"She's not saying anything. She's guilty!"

"Strip her of everything. Show us the wound!"

"Kick her out of the kingdom!"

Damnatio raised his hand, and they fell quiet once more. "Perhaps both of these criminals just need a reason to turn to show their darksides once more." He gestured behind him, and nothing happened at first. Then, small footsteps made their way out to the light.

That little girl from before walked out. She was the sister of one of the Black Bulls. Marie was her name. Why in the world would they bring her out in the middle of all of this? She doesn't even look old enough to have a grimoire and here she was, handcuffed all by herself.