Chapter 625: Cirella, You're Making Me Feel Weird!
Miss Silver Dragon had been living comfortably these days.
Every morning, she would wake up, climb to the mountain top, unfold her true form, eat, sleep; sleep until evening, wake up, revert to human form, descend the mountain, eat dinner, and sleep again. Her life was carefree—her meals served before her, money at her command, living like a deity.
The only thing she needed to do was to place a button under her claw. Whenever she sensed something strange, she would press it once, and if she sensed it again, press it again...
However, this blissful routine was slightly disrupted this morning. Cirella entered the starry dome, transformed back into her dragon form, and lay down. It wasn't long before she heard some magicians whispering in a corner of the hall:
"Archmage Bradley didn't come today?"
Cirella: zzzzzz......
"Oh, he's dealing with a family matter, swapped shifts with someone. — It seems a relative of his has a court case today, someone is suing them..."
Cirella: zzzzzz......
"Who is suing the Archmage's family?"
Cirella: zzzzzz......
"I forgot... I only caught a bit of the conversation, didn't pay much attention, something about someone named Mark..."
Cirella: zzzzzz......
"It's Nordmark, you fool! Didn't you read last month's 'Arcane'?"
Cirella: zzzzzz......? Nordmark? Are they talking about Garrett?
"Ah, now that you mention it, it's definitely him. So, people aren't afraid, huh, Mage Nordmark is the disciple of the Lord of Thunder!"
Silently, Cirella's tail tip perked up. She swayed it left, then right.
"Cough... stop talking, someone might have noticed! — Miss Cirella, do you need anything?"
Aha! Being noticed isn't so bad after all, she could directly inquire:
"About that lawsuit you mentioned, where is it being held? When?"
"I... I don't know..."
"Go and find out! I want to know!"
With a flick of her tail tip, gold coins scattered all around.
Miss Silver Dragon's demands had to be met immediately. After all, her scientific prowess alone matched that of half a grand magical array. Even just her perceptual abilities justified the extra two assistants designated solely to run errands for her.
Since working at the celestial dome, she had already validated many unusual phenomena for the prophecy division's archmages, contributing to several published papers. In each paper, Cirella was credited.
Although the archmages writing these papers agonized over whether to list her as the second author or simply put her under the [Equipment] section...
Regardless, the chatty mid-level magician immediately ran to find out more. Soon, he returned with the latest update:
"It's happening on the 18th floor of the Tower of Heaven, in the Grand Tribunal, and it's about to start..."
"Oh no! I'm going down to see!"
"Miss Cirella! Miss Cirella! You still have work here! Miss Cirella..."
Quietly, Cirella slipped into the tribunal, finding an inconspicuous seat. Garrett hadn't told her, probably not wanting to worry her; and since he had helped her secure this job, seeing her sneak out probably wouldn't please him...
I'll just listen! Just listening should be fine, then I'll quietly slip back!
Miss Silver Dragon hid in a corner, listening. Listening to Garrett speak eloquently, clearly well-prepared, she smiled softly;
Listening to Garrett's sincere and impassioned speech, her eyes sparkled;
Listening to the continuous applause, as female magicians threw handkerchiefs and scarves like rain, she wrinkled her nose in displeasure;
Listening to the old man refuse to concede, spreading slander, she...
She couldn't bear it any longer!
Garrett was not that kind of person! Others might not know, but didn't she know?
Cirella rushed forward, standing by Garrett's side, and roared in anger. If it had been a few years earlier, she might have unleashed a breath of dragonfire. But now, since Garrett was in a lawsuit, he needed to win through argument.
So, all she could express was her fury—
"Bang!"
With a punch, the table in front of Garrett cracked, breaking into pieces.
"My medical records!"
Garrett cried out in despair, scrambling to gather them. Cirella stuck out her tongue at him and then, still furious, glared across the courtroom, summoning her draconic majesty in her human form, charging it at the opposition.
Glare them to death, glare until they cry and beg for mercy on their knees!
However, what she first encountered wasn't the opposing party crying. After a moment of silence in the courtroom, suddenly
, a whistle sounded...
One after another. Whistles, applause, soft laughter. The thaumaturgical magicians, loving chaos, clapped and whistled, making noise from their seats;
The necromancers manipulated their stiff facial muscles, pulling up ugly smiles;
Even the unmarried and married enchantresses exchanged looks and couldn't help but chuckle softly;
Even the clerks and jurors were laughing.
In the left box, a magician chuckled and shook his head:
"Ah, with such a charming lady on his side, I don't think our Mage Nordmark would stoop to such base deeds..."
On both sides, male and female jurors alike nodded and chuckled softly.
Cirella's ears perked up suddenly. Swish, swish, they twirled around, pointing directly at the speaker.
"Garrett is already good! Garrett is not that kind of person!"
"Yes, yes, we know..." The speaking magician continued, laughing until, at last, he pulled out a handkerchief and carefully dabbed at the corners of his eyes.
Regardless of Mage Nordmark's consistently excellent reputation, having such a charming lady so devoted to him, coupled with her explosive combat strength, any young man engaging in petty theft or mischief is asking for trouble!
Everyone in the courtroom, except the defendant, was softly chuckling. Even the judge did not scold Cirella for disrupting the order of the court but instead picked up his teacup and sipped slowly, watching them with interest:
Well, he wasn't a full-time judge anyway, appointed by the council, taking turns on duty. Rather than endure the old man's vexatious torment this morning, it was better to watch the young lady...
Life must have its pleasures, after all.
Garrett: "......"
Cirella, I know you're trying to protect me, and I appreciate your sentiment. But your timing makes me think of improper associations...
I'm innocent!
I really haven't done anything wrong!
I'm not like some president involved in a scandal, needing the First Lady's support to say, "I trust his integrity," "the family stands united," to regain public support!
"Cirella, please sit on the side for now, I'm fine." He squatted on the floor, stuffing the last medical record back into his space bag, raising his head to persuade Cirella:
"Don't worry, I can handle this! You keep standing here, and the judge might say you're disrupting the court~~~"