The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 65: The Witch's Trial Begins!

Helena was silent for a moment, then spoke.

Li Ang already knew most of what she said: her sister had been abducted to the Viscount's mansion, she infiltrated to investigate, discovered the truth, and plotted revenge.

But she spoke calmly, without any sentimentality, as if she were telling someone else's story.

The detectives from various branches listened quietly, their expressions varied, but none of them spoke up to defend him.

They've seen countless examples of this kind in books, so it's impossible for them to be swayed.

The presiding judge closed the folder, shifting his gaze from Helena's face to the audience.

"Do the witnesses need to provide any further information?"

Charlotte stood up. "No. All the evidence and testimonies have been submitted. The facts are clear, and the procedures were complete."

Eloi nodded and looked at Helena.

"This court hereby pronounces its verdict—the defendant Helena is guilty of illegally activating forbidden techniques, endangering public safety, attempted murder, and theft, and is sentenced to two hundred and thirty-two years imprisonment for multiple crimes."

"They will be detained in the Detective Association's prison. Those who behave well during their imprisonment may have their sentences reduced, with a minimum of 150 years."

No one spoke in the gallery. Two hundred and thirty-two years—no one was surprised by this number, because there were prisoners in the association's directly administered prisons with even longer sentences.

With just over two hundred years of history, it's practically a newbie in the association's directly affiliated prison system.

"If you disagree with this judgment, you may appeal..."

The judge was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I object!"

All eyes turned to Li Ang.

Li Ang was dumbfounded. He hadn't said a word, but for some reason, the sound came from him.

Just as he was about to explain under the oppressive gazes of a group of detectives, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

She crossed her legs, her posture casual and relaxed, one hand supporting her chin, her long pink hair cascading down her shoulder, her delicate face, and her red eyes surveying everyone in the venue.

As everyone turned to look at her, the girl's lips curved into a smile.

"You people." Her voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard in every corner of the courtroom.

"How heartless. A poor woman, trying to avenge her sister, has ruined herself like this. You don't even applaud her, and you're imprisoning her for over two hundred years."

She glanced at Helena, then at Judge Eloi, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two.

"Two hundred and thirty-two years—have you ever considered how long that is? By the time she emerges, will London still exist? Will you still be around?"

No one answered her question; some had even silently drawn their weapons—a physical reaction that preceded the brain's response to an uncertain danger.

Just then, the presiding judge spoke.

"This is the trial venue belonging to the Detective Association. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

The girl tilted her head, her deep red eyes looking at Eloi, her reflection shimmering in her pupils. "I'm not an outsider."

"So, which branch's detective are you?" Eloi continued to ask.

The girl continued with a laugh, "I'm not a detective. I'm a witch."

The atmosphere in the courtroom changed instantly. Some people in the audience stood up, and a long sword appeared in their hands at some point.

She moved so fast that most people in the audience couldn't keep up with her afterimage.

The longsword pierced the air, aiming straight for the pink-haired girl's chest.

Alice Kleus, a Sequence 6 armed detective, is on par with Sherry.

The longsword pierced the girl's chest.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the blade and dripping onto the stone floor of the courtroom with a sticky dripping sound.

However, the sword pierced Alice's chest.

No one could see what had happened. All they saw was that the longsword Alice had been holding had somehow turned around, and the tip of the sword had pierced her own chest and emerged from her back.

All the armed detectives froze on the spot, not daring to make the slightest move.

Among the armed detectives present, Alice and Sherry were the strongest. Now that the former was easily defeated, it is conceivable that the girl in front of them must be a high-ranking existence.

Charlotte's expression turned very serious as she stared intently at the pink-haired girl, seemingly deep in thought.

Faced with this shocking scene, Judge Eloi gripped the armrests tightly with both hands, and like Charlotte, his gaze was fixed on the girl.

As the two people with the highest sequence of events, they only barely saw part of the process, which seemed to be some kind of spatial distortion effect that caused Alice's attack to directly affect them.

As for the specific abilities, Charlotte couldn't say, but she knew that the other party's sequence level was definitely no less than that of Vice President Eileen.

At this moment, Alice, whose chest had been pierced, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Dark red liquid spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and spreading a small, damp, dark patch on the stone slab.

Her eyes were still open, but her pupils began to dilate. Her hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, began to loosen weakly and eventually fell completely to the ground.

The girl reached out and pulled out the sword that was still stuck in Alice's chest.

The sound of the sword being pulled from flesh was not loud, but it was particularly noticeable in the courtroom, where it was so quiet you could hear a person breathing.

She casually tossed the sword aside beside Alice. The crisp sound of the sword hitting the floor mingled with the thud of Alice's body falling to the ground, sending cold sweat down the foreheads of everyone present.

"asshole!!!"

An armed detective gritted her teeth, desperate to avenge the death of her colleague and friend.

However, she knew that if she rushed in without understanding the other party's specific abilities, she would likely repeat the same mistake.

The pink-haired girl looked at the crowd, "Anyone else want to try?"

Leon silently approached Charlotte, summoning his black sword as he placed his right hand behind his back.

Although he knew he was probably no match for the woman in front of him, he couldn't very well hide behind Charlotte.

This has nothing to do with a man's dignity; it's simply his promise to her.

Just then, Charlotte spoke up, "What do you want to do?"

The girl turned to look at her. "I'd like to invite everyone to participate in a game. The game is called—"

The Detectives' Witch Trial!

The moment the last word was uttered, the light source in the courtroom vanished, plunging everyone into darkness.

Li Ang instinctively held the black knife horizontally in front of his chest, but suddenly, he felt someone touch his shoulder.

"Don't rush," a girl's voice came from nearby. "The game hasn't started yet."

Li Ang swung his sword directly at the location of the sound, but he didn't hit anything.

"Unfortunately, I missed."

Hearing those words that seemed to be mocking him, Li Ang was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Just as his consciousness was fading, he heard a loud shout:

"Rosalind Castleray! How dare you set foot in London!!!"