At the Inazuma City trial platform.
Eula looked at the documents in her hand.
They detailed the crimes the Kujou Clan had committed in the past.
Shocking to behold.
And what was hardest to accept was that these crimes were uncovered through investigation rather than confessed.
The reason was simple.
These higher-ups had committed evil so casually that it was like eating meals.
Do you remember how many grains of rice you've eaten?
These people had already lost all sense of being human.
Little Eula felt a very familiar sensation.
The shadow once called "Lawrence" once again enveloped her.
Back when the Lawrence Clan was at its peak, it was probably like this...
They didn't think they were wrong. They only felt that they had lost, using the logic of "the victor writes history" to cover up their crimes.
The Shura Anyakonsen-shou beside her paid no attention to the frantic barking of the scum below. He simply announced their crimes clearly and, in front of the Inazuma people, chose immediate execution or suspended death sentences for them.
And because of the solemn aura radiating from him, the criminals who had been barking frantically below all quieted down.
"What will become of the Kujou Clan in the end?"
Little Eula asked her dear old uncle.
"Not bad. The family name still exists. We didn't wrongfully punish any innocents in our sentencing, so there are still young and able-bodied people in the Kujou Clan.
And since little Sara takes into account the favor of being raised by them, the Kujou Clan can still survive. It's just that in the future, it'll probably be about the same as any other ordinary family in Inazuma."
The old uncle didn't hide anything—the facts were what they were.
"I see..."
Little Eula looked at the shameless old thief Takayuki, who had been nailed to the wall and was now half-dead.
To keep this old thief alive for trial, the head of the Kamisato Clan had specially treated him, truly moving the shameless old thief—along with the entire wall—to the trial platform.
At this moment, Eula Lawrence could clearly feel the difference between herself and this shameless old thief on the wall.
It was the opposition between beautiful reconstruction and ugly destruction.
Little Eula clearly realized that the honor of the Lawrence Clan was absolutely not like this garbage.
Little Eula looked toward the Inazuma citizens gathered around the trial platform to watch the spectacle...
They were lively, excited, even a bit noisy.
But one thing remained unchanged.
Their pursuit of beauty and their disgust toward ugliness.
The Lawrence bloodline was once noble, but the degeneration of later generations had polluted this bloodline, turning it into that of criminals.
But...
To be honest, where are there truly noble bloodlines and criminal bloodlines?
The original Lawrence was just one of the people of Mondstadt.
What truly carries on is that conviction for eternal peace for all.
The so-called "Lawrence honor" in the mouths of those scum...?
Heh~
Little Eula let out a sneer toward the solid ice from the past that had once seemed to crush her.
This honor had been defiled for far too long.
And I was actually bewitched by this defiled honor for so long?
The Shura Anyakonsen-shou suddenly felt a chill.
"Eula?"
The old uncle turned back and saw that a new Cryo Vision had appeared in little Eula's palm out of nowhere.
"I'm fine. I just had an epiphany."
Little Eula gently grasped the Cryo Vision that had appeared so suddenly and without warning, then spoke astonishing words.
"Old uncle, if I decide to destroy the Lawrence Clan, will you support my decision?"
Facing little Eula's question, the old uncle answered like this.
"I support it."
Eula Lawrence gave a gentle smile.
"So resolute? Old uncle isn't going to ask why?"
The old uncle thought for a moment.
"Although it does feel a bit of a pity for Lawrence to disappear, I believe you must have your reasons for doing so."
"And if there are no reasons?"
"Then I can only say that I believe in you."
Little Eula felt a bit helpless.
Unfortunately, this was on the trial platform—she had to give the old uncle some face. Otherwise, she would definitely pinch his cheeks and make him ask "why."
No big deal. She could pinch them when they got home.