Another World Witch Training Manual

099. Obtain one veto right

Sinlai left the dungeon and went directly to the royal palace instead of returning to the castle.

He rode his horse through the streets of the royal city, repeatedly considering countermeasures in his mind.

Simondo is right. The dungeon is now guarded by Simeon's men, and he can't get in without the permission of the Duke or King of Simeon.

Looking for his second brother, Simien? Impossible. Simien would love for Marquis Tanstin to die sooner rather than later; why would he let him visit him?

The only option is to seek help from your father.

But will my father agree?

During their last meeting, his father had explained why he had neglected him all these years, and the rift between father and son had lessened considerably. However, it was probably unrealistic to expect his father to offend Simien for the sake of a marquis's visitation rights.

Sinlai needed a legitimate reason, a reason that her father couldn't refuse.

He thought of Eve's trial last time.

Because Sinlai was attacked by a fallen spirit, the judge for that trial became Simeon.

So logically speaking, if he makes the request, his father, King Bemmilth, would most likely not refuse.

Xinlai's eyes lit up.

Yes, that's it.

If he could become the Marquis of Tanstin's judge, he would have the right to enter the dungeon to interrogate prisoners, and Simondo, no matter how bold, would not dare to stop him.

The question is, will the king appoint him as the judge?

……

We've arrived at the royal palace.

Xinlai dismounted and strode into the palace gate.

The guards at the gate bowed slightly upon seeing him but did not stop him. They all knew about the last time their father had summoned him; the king's attitude towards the third prince seemed to have changed, and they dared not be as negligent as before.

Sinley arrived at Bemmilt's bedchamber and asked the guards to announce her arrival.

Soon, a guard came out and said respectfully, "Your Highness, His Majesty the King invites you in."

Xin Lai straightened her collar and pushed open the door to enter.

Bermealt was sitting in a chair by the window, basking in the sun, holding a thick ancient book in his hands.

Seeing Xinlai enter, he put down his book and frowned slightly: "Why are you here again? It's only been a few days, and you already miss your father?"

Xinlai walked up to her father and knelt on one knee: "Father, I have a request."

Seeing his expression, Bermelt knew it was no small matter, and waved for him to stand up and speak.

"Speak, what is it?"

"I want to become the Marquis of Tansten's judge."

Bermelt paused for a moment, then fell silent. The palace remained quiet for a long time, broken only by the faint chirping of birds outside the window.

"The Marquis of Tanstin's case is being handled by Simeon," Bermelt said slowly, his tone unreadable. "Why did you get involved?"

Xinlai was prepared: "Father, do you remember the case of Eve, the Marquis of Tanstin's trial?"

"I remember. Last time you were attacked by a fallen spirit, the judge was temporarily replaced by Simeon." Bermilt nodded.

"Although I don't know if the information is true, my second brother Simien is indeed suspected of colluding with the Fesalie clan of the Tanstin family to frame Marquis Tanstin. You have connections everywhere, so you should know more about this than I do."

Bermelt's eyes flickered as he silently stared at Sinlai, seemingly anticipating her next deduction.

Xinlai continued, "Father, if this is true, isn't it a bit unfair to let Simeon judge Marquis Tanstin?"

"Marquis Tanstin is a veteran minister of the kingdom, who has held military power for many years. If he is eliminated by Simien through unjust means, what will the other ministers in the court think? They will feel that you have been sidelined by Simien, and that the authority of the Golden Radiance Royal Family is declining."

"Moreover, Marquis Tanstin still holds command of 50,000 heavily armored cavalry on the border. If Marquis Tanstin were to die tragically and mysteriously, the local rebellion would be too far from the capital, and by the time support is sent there, it would likely be an even more difficult resistance group to contend with."

This statement struck at Bermelt's weak point.

A king can tolerate factional strife and his sons' open and covert struggles, but he can never tolerate the weakening of royal power.

Simeon's power has grown so much in recent years that it has made Bermelt uneasy.

On the surface, the case of Marquis Tanstin was about cracking down on a traitor who was harboring a witch, but in reality, it was Simeon's way of eliminating dissidents and consolidating military power.

If Simeon were to gain complete control of the trial, his power would increase even further.

Conversely, if someone else had been in charge of maintaining the trial, the outcome would not have been so unpredictable.

Sinlai, on the other hand, is a member of the royal family.

Although he was the third prince who had been neglected for many years, he was, after all, the king's son. His position naturally sided with the royal family.

"You want to be a judge?" Bermelt asked.

“Yes, Father,” Sinley said. “I don’t need to lead the trial, I just need to participate. Simeon can continue the investigation, can continue the interrogation, but the final verdict must be confirmed by both of us.”

Bermelt pondered for a long time.

"Do you know this will upset Simeon?" he asked.

"I know," Xinlai said, "but my father said he didn't want me involved in politics. But this time, it's not that I want to get involved, it's that Simien's influence has gone too far. If my father doesn't send someone to check me, I'll die sooner or later."

Bermelt stared at Sinlai for a long time, his gaze complex.

"You've changed," he finally said. "The old you wouldn't have said these things."

Xinlai lowered his head: "My former son did not know his father's good intentions."

Bermelt sighed, stood up from his chair, walked to his desk, picked up a quill pen, signed a document, and then stamped it with the king's seal.

"This is the document appointing you as the deputy judge in the case of the Marquis of Tansteen."

The presiding judge is Simeon's man, but you have a veto.

Bermilt handed the documents to Sinley. "Remember, don't confront Simeon directly. Just keep an eye on them and don't let the trial go too far."

Xinlai took the document, overjoyed, but remained outwardly calm: "Thank you, Father."

"Go," Bermelt waved his hand. "Don't disappoint your father."

Xinlai left the palace, gripped the documents in her hand, and strode towards the dungeon.

This time, Simone could no longer stop him.

Meanwhile, on the palace tower, Bermelt stared blankly at Sinlai's departing figure and sighed.

Although that's what Hua said, once she became a judge and blocked Simeon's path, Xinlai couldn't help but get involved in this political infighting.

But eagles always need to soar, and lions always need to grow in the harsh and fierce laws of survival.

If Xinlai is allowed to remain aloof from worldly affairs and follow the path he has laid out for him, far from the capital, it is likely that after his death, when Simeon succeeds to the throne, he will certainly eliminate Xinlai, this extremely unstable factor.

"Um……"

"I've grown up..."

Bermelt lay back down, enjoying the last of his sunbathing time.