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The Courtroom in Chaos
Author: Cindy Chen
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A wave of whispers, murmurs, and heated discussions spread through the courtroom like wildfire.

Some nobles nodded in agreement with Helena Drake, their voices rising in support.

"She is right! The law is clear—Royal Alchemists cannot serve as witnesses!"

"This entire request is nonsense. Calen is stalling!"

Others, however, remained uncertain.

"But if Astra was truly drugged, shouldn’t we find out the truth?" a noblewoman in a sapphire gown whispered to her companion.

"Even if a Royal Alchemist cannot testify, surely there is another way?"

A lower-ranking noble, a stout man with a bejeweled cane, scoffed. "And risk angering the Grand Magus? Ha! I say, let the trial proceed as is!"

Another voice cut through the noise.

"If there’s no test, then there’s no proof!" a younger noble argued. "Why are we so eager to dismiss this?"

The murmurs grew louder, swelling into a cacophony of debates, accusations, and uncertainty.

Evan stood smugly at the center of it all, arms crossed. His mother ha
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