Why it never ends

Chapter 221 Friend of Justice
This subtle difference in the number of people is partial to Mercury—in some special cases, the motives of the defendant’s actions are difficult for citizens of habitable places to understand, and Mercury itself is also difficult to explain.

In this regard, the coalition government did not raise any doubts.

The judge asked everyone if they could be fair and just, and each juror gave a firm and affirmative answer—until the last one.

"Should...can?" the juror replied uncertainly.

"Should?" The judge frowned, "I ask the jurors to pay attention to their wording, this is no child's play."

"Sorry, allow me to explain..." The young juror stood up, and she walked forward, holding the fence around the edge of the jury box with both hands, "I am definitely not kidding, because except for the case eight years ago, I Never seen any Jane Hestad..."

"However?"

"However...but now I feel..." She looked at the dock seriously, "I may have a question, I have to ask the defendant first—"

"No," Campbell interrupted the juror calmly. "The defendant is under no obligation to answer any of the lady's questions."

"But I'm not asking about the case."

"It's also unreasonable," Campbell said again, "even more unrelated to the case."

"No." The public prosecutor looked at Campbell. "The jurors obviously have doubts about the identity of the defendant. This is related to whether the jurors themselves can maintain a fair attitude towards the case—isn't it?"

"Yes!" the juror replied immediately.

The prosecutor looked at the judge, "So, I think we can at least listen to the jurors' questions before deciding whether the defendant should answer them."

The judges discussed with each other, and one of them looked at the jurors, "What do you want to ask?"

"I would like to ask, in the 'Battle of Riker's Wilderness' in District [-], a young mercury needle was air-dropped into the center of the city where a chelate tide broke out, and quickly helped us identify and wipe out all the chelates in the city. Two aberrants.

"I only had a quick meeting with her, and I didn't even have time to say thank you to her..."

The juror looked at Hesta with some doubts, "...I may say that without evidence, but I think you—you seem a little...familiar?"

After a brief silence, there was a slight discussion in the courtroom.

"Silence." The judge tapped the hammer, and she looked at Hesta, "Ms. Hesta, please answer this question."

Campbell whispered something in Hesta's ear, but Hesta did not respond until the judge repeated the question again, when Hesta finally looked up and cleared her throat.

"Yes, I participated in the 'Battle of Riker Wasteland' in the spring of 4627, and the name I used at that time was 'Rebecca'," Hesta said softly, and she turned her head to look at the jury, "I know You, Ms. Ead."

Juror Ide held her breath for a moment. She took a breath and smiled with relief. The expression on this face changed rapidly, and soon turned to surprise and disbelief.

"But...but how did you...how did you get involved in this—"

The judge coughed lightly: "Ms. Ide, are you acquainted with the defendant?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," Ede looked at the judging seat, "I...I can't attend this case as a juror. The defendant saved my life in the Battle of Rikel Wasteland."

For a while, the court became noisy again.

The judge struck the hammer again to silence the crowd.

"Thank you for your honesty, Ed, and please leave the jury box."

Ede bowed slightly to the jury seat and saluted Hesta again. She pushed open a half-person-high wooden door on the side of the jury seat, and after going down three steps, she sat down directly in the auditorium behind the court.

"Are there any other jurors who have similar questions?"

"Sorry, Your Honor," another person raised his hand, "I may have a question to ask..."

……

In the continuous inquiries, a series of meritorious deeds surfaced - the Battle of Riker Wasteland in District 12, the Battle of Yager Wasteland in District [-], the Battle of De Broglie in District No. [-]...

Hesta changed her name in each of the critical battles the jurors proposed, yet some remembered her red hair, some her face, some her voice... less than half After hours of questioning, six of the seven jurors had gone down, and one of the remaining two alternate jurors voluntarily gave up his status as a juror.

Campbell was very pleasantly surprised by this - what happened before him was obviously more convincing than passively reading Hesta's battle records.

These jurors are concrete people, and every story they experience has flesh and blood, and because of this, they have shown an irrefutable fact:

What an outstanding, brave, and rare warrior the girl sitting in the dock is.

This kind of thing has never happened in the internal court, how can Campbell not be excited.

Hesta, who was in the center of the storm, was always calm. While recalling the battles she participated in based on the clues given by the jurors, she also wondered whether there was such a bizarre coincidence in the world—she didn’t She would show up in every battle, and more often she would travel in disguise, so no one would see her red hair or her face at all.

Now, those mercury needles that she had hastily had a face-to-face encounter with during the battle unexpectedly appeared here, in her jury seat.

If it wasn't a joke of fate, then it must have been arranged by someone.

...Except for Ava, who else has such courage.

However, as the judge said, for the sake of justice, these jurors will not allow themselves to influence the verdict with their personal experience-once they recognize her, they will not stay in the jury.

Is this the old man's mistake?
Hesta thought about it for a while, but felt no—maybe this was Ava's original plan.

While the judges were discussing with each other, Hesta just sat in the dock.She was fascinated by recalling the first time she met Ava. At that time, the old man was deeply dissatisfied with her practice of anonymity, and warned her not to think that hiding behind the scenes would be able to escape unscathed——

"Hesta, this is not a 'fake name', behind it is real power."

"Power is a very good thing. To put it bluntly, it may be the best thing in this world."

"Don't resist it, let alone despise it, when you have the opportunity to grab it, don't give it up easily."

Looking at the surprised and moved faces of the judges on the trial bench, listening to Campbell's complacent smile and exhaling beside her, recalling everything she felt in the actual execution these days...Suddenly, Hesta I have a deeper understanding of these words of Ava.

"Got it, Jane? Always try to be a righteous friend."

Hesta took a deep breath.

I seem to understand a little bit, Ava.

(End of this chapter)