Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 792: Section 535: Bright Mirror (Part 2)_2

Chapter 792: Section 535: Bright Mirror (Part 2)_2

"He is now suspected to be a potential murderer!" Sigran shouted.

"Sigran! You are slandering the God-chosen champion of the Tri-Church! You are slandering the legendary Shaman, Mrs. Maya, and her legendary Mage husband! I give you ten seconds to reorganize your words, or I will have to report everything you said to the Church!" The Assistant Priest was also very irritable.

And then, unsurprisingly, the conversation ended unpleasantly. Everyone’s Majesty waved his hand, motioning for the two verbally dueling parties to shut their mouths.

While muttering, Hagelberry saw Lord Raglov Dendel of the Mage Tower enter, who bowed to everyone in the hall with a Mage’s salute: "The onsite investigation has concluded, Your Majesty. We have overturned the previous conclusion. The perpetrator was not a legendary Mage, as there was no response from casting materials on the scene, but there was a large presence of Spiritual Energy reactions at a certain spot, which also explains why the fire element was so enriched."

"Legendary Psychic? I recall that Lord Malin is not a legendary Psychic," someone remarked, Hagelberry glanced at the speaker and realized it was Lord Mendel Ericson from the Church of the War God.

With a Church member speaking up, the hall grew lively. Hagelberry stood there expressionless, but inside, he was delighted—the deaths of Sigran’s second daughter and Sanders’ second son clearly meant that these two families no longer had suitable candidates for continuing the marriage alliance. What these two families would do next was certainly intriguing. Now, the main issue was that the murderer was a Legendary Psychic rather than a Legendary Mage, everyone knew that Malin was a legendary Mage not a Psychic, which indirectly cleared Lord Malin of suspicion... These two families must have provoked someone they shouldn’t have.

Legendary Psychics, an existence even rarer than wizards.

As Hagelberry thought, he saw His Majesty Manheim’s most trusted Gnome messenger enter the hall.

"Your Majesty, the esteemed Prince Malin has arrived."

Following the Gnome messenger’s announcement, Hagelberry saw Lord Malin enter the hall in a High Priest robe, sword at his side.

"Wait, how did his sword get in here?" someone asked. "Guards! Seize his sword!"

"This is the reward from the Lord of Justice, do you want it?" Lord Malin said with a smile, unfastening the buckle and tossing the sheathed sword to the loudmouth, who fumbled to catch it, checked it, then, terrified, handed it back to Malin.

"Please forgive my blindness, my lord." This follower of the God of Justice was nearly on his knees.

His words immediately shut up the few who were still eager to stir trouble.

Lord Malin carrying the sword bestowed by the Lord of Justice... Hagelberry gasped; this lord’s actions made it clear to him—an old saying, those who come are not well-intended, and well-intended ones do not come, today looked set for trouble.

Thinking this, Hagelberry shrank into the crowd, also noticing his old friend Thomas squeezing over.

· What are you doing here?

· It’s too cold.

The two old friends communicated silently with just a glance.

"Lord Malin, where were you last night around 7:30?" Finally, His Majesty Manheim spoke.

"At that time, I was just escorting Lord Keders home. Nun Eileen from the Benevolent Church and the Assistant Priest sitting over there can vouch for me," Lord Malin’s response was exceedingly cold, as chilling and merciless as the cold wind.

"Did you see the carriage?" Sir Sanders asked.

"Do you think I have never seen a carriage?" Lord Malin’s retort made most of the audience burst into laughter.

"Lord Malin, please do not divert from Lord Ailan’s questions. Last night, my child and Lord Ailan’s child were murdered. We have reasons to suspect that you are the murderer." Prime Minister Sanders’ question seemed to momentarily silence Malin.

Then, under Hagelberry’s watchful gaze, the Prince Farole smiled and nodded slightly.

"So those two bastards were your children," Lord Malin replied.

In the crowd, Hagelberry wiped his forehead.

Twenty years old? A legendary Mage and also a legendary Psychic?

Old Hagelberry had never felt the saying "There are differences between people" to be so profoundly true as today.

The scene erupted into chaos; almost everyone ignored what Malin had said and instead focused on securing their own positions—if a fight broke out, it wasn’t a matter of who was the enemy or who was the friend, but how to stand to avoid being affected.

It was a crucial answer, desired but unattainable.

"Did you hear that! He is the murderer! Guards!" Sigran laughed loudly, his eyes full of tears: "Guards!"

Not a single guard stood up; their master, Manheim, leaned back in the throne and looked at Lord Malin, asking: "Lord Malin, they were just two children, why did you kill them?"

"Two children, let me recreate what happened last night," Malin shook his head, and as he spoke, points of elemental light began to gather in the hall, a reversal of time perhaps?

Although Hagelberry was unfamiliar with the real function of this magic, clearly, Lord Malin had not intended to kill all the nobles in front of so many Church members.