After his speech, the entire courtroom fell utterly silent.
The eyes of the nobles on the jury shone with an unprecedented brilliance.
They looked at one another, their eyes reflecting shock, elation, and a profound sense of liberation.
'So that's how it is!'
'How could this potion possibly be a forbidden drug?'
'This is clearly a "divine blessing"! A sacred object to help us fulfill our duties as nobles!'
Using the Church's own Holy Scripture, Velin Klein had given them a reason they could not refuse—one that even filled them with a sense of honor!
Brian's face was ashen, and his entire body trembled.
'No... How did it come to this...'
He wanted to argue, but found that Velin had completely dismantled all his points with a higher-level theological interpretation.
"You... this is sophistry! A distortion of the Holy Scripture!" he could only repeat weakly.
"Whether I am misinterpreting it, I trust the devout believers present can judge for themselves."
