and Calvin, so I wasn't too worried about leaving them behind. I just gotta be out of here two hours before midnight, or Jade won't cuddle with me, so let's get to the point and win this, shall we?"
"S-Sure," I voiced before quietly asking. "Quads? Calvin, and wait. You and Jade are dating?"
"Minor details," she assured me. "One day I'm sure we'll have a girl day and talk it out."
With a smile in my direction, she took a deep breath before letting it out and snapping her fingers. Ceil was at her side as he opened the book to the exact page she needed, which contained a black folder.
"Thank you, Ceil."
"You’re very welcome, Your Majesty."
She opened the file and began to walk to a podium that stood in the perfect direction to face the jury, Elisha, and the judges, while I got a side glimpse of her face and body.
"My name is Lisette Cross. I'll be representing Brianne Marie Harlow. Again, I apologize for my tardiness, but I've been able to gather the proper resources for my client." She bowed respectfully three times - once to the judges, another to the jury, and a slight bow in Elisha's direction.
The way Elisha's eyes darkened in pure envy was making me less nervous.
"If you could, Your Honor, give me a brief recap of what I just missed."
Alexis did exactly that while one of the guards got a copy of the magically written notes of this session thus far. I was impressed by how swiftly everything was recorded onto paper and audio editions. That was definitely a positive aspect of this trial.
Elisha can run in circles, but she won't be able to deny the truth for long.
"Perfect. Thank you for the privilege of catching up," Lisette expressed her gratitude before her intimidating fierce eyes landed on Elisha. We all could feel the sudden shift in the room, the intensity of her gaze, and the way Lisette stood with commanding power as if she were the ultimate crucifer in this grand room.
"I'm not going to waste my defendant's or your time, Elisha Waters. So I'm going to acknowledge everything at once, and you can simply tell me your verdict," she began. "However, I'd like you to demonstrate something for me. Please use your magic to come and stand before this podium."
Murmurs began to rush through the courtroom, and I didn't blame anyone for the curious whispers because it was an intriguing request.
"Ugh, fine." She closed her eyes briefly before she rose up and took her time walking to the podium.
She was wearing a white dress and black tights with her hair down. She looked more like she was going to some sort of gathering than dealing with a court case. The dress was sparkly and expensive-looking, but the neckline was far too low for professionalism while squeezing her breasts like they needed to be plump.
I stared at her legs specifically as she complained, "Happy?"
"Sure," Lisette replied. "You may return to your seat."
I could hear Elisha's exaggerated sigh, but my eyes were still glued to her legs as she walked back to her spot. It finally clicked in as if I'd completely forgotten the prime point of this trial.
Wait a minute. She didn't use any magic to walk. There wasn't even an aura. Not only that, Elisha was already in her spot when we arrived in the courtroom. Why is that? Not to mention the fact that there's no wheelchair around for if she loses her strength.
I'd been so stressed that I hadn't taken into consideration who exactly this Elisha was: the one who we were monitoring in the mental institution or the evil one.
Oh no. We fucked up. She's the evil one hands down. She doesn't need magic for her legs. She isn't disabled like the current Elisha. How are we even going to prove this?!
My eyes locked on Lisette as she waited for Elisha to sit back down, and though her lips remained in a straight line, I caught onto the side glance she gave as her eyes momentarily met mine.
Somehow the mere acknowledgment brought immediate ease.
She knows what she's doing.
"Thank you for the demonstration," Lisette thanked before she seemed focused on her papers for a few moments. "Did you know that you have to be injured at the L2 ligament in your spine or lower to be able to send magic signals to your lower half?"
She asked it so casually, and yet no one was able to answer. When the silence continued,