The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 66

“……!”

The Duke of Turenne, once again detained, wore a resentful expression.

Angela brushed off the ashes and stood up, quietly looking down at him.

“Prince Turenne, I will soon be fifteen years old.”

“…What about it?”

“The fact that you are about to turn fifteen means that you are not yet fifteen.”

Of course. What is this princess talking about?

When Duke Turenne was astonished, Angela quietly added her words.

“I was born on the day Saint Juliet died. The crime you committed has not yet reached its statute of limitations.”

The statute of limitations for murder in this country is fifteen years.

It has been almost fifteen years since Juliet was executed and Angela was born.

The statute of limitations has not expired. The crime of murdering the former queen has not yet lost its prosecutorial rights.

“Prosecution…!?”

“Yes. I will accuse you as the real culprit in accordance with the law.”

Diagnosis of the Duke of Turenne’s hand injury.

The act of specifically instructing to steal only the eye drops from among multiple gifts.

The fact that he tried to strangle the maid he used at that time to silence her.

Being accused of past crimes, I attempted to escape impulsively.

Hortense ascended to the position of the current queen smoothly, without any interference from the former queen—meaning the House of Turenne benefited from the former queen’s death.

Based on these facts, Princess Angela is said to be declaring Duke Turenne as the perpetrator and expressing her intention to seek punishment.

“Th-that’s the reason? None of these are conclusive evidence!”

There is no footage of the former queen being murdered. All of it is just circumstantial evidence. It’s insufficient evidence──Duke Turenne exclaimed, raising his voice.

Juliet was killed carelessly with only insufficient evidence, but it seems she has no intention of looking back on that.

“This is all unfounded slander! There is no reason for me to endure such insults! I firmly assert my innocence!”

“Yes. Please.”

Angela nodded calmly.

“Please feel free to assert yourself. You have that right.”

“Rights…?”

Derailed by the force of the rebuttal, Duke Turenne stood frozen with his mouth agape.

“You will be the defendant, but you are not yet a criminal. Your sentence has not been determined yet.”

Whether one becomes a suspect or an accused, human rights are not to be deprived.

There is also the right to remain silent. There is the right to choose a defense attorney with specialized knowledge. The right to claim innocence is guaranteed.

“I will accuse you of your crime. You should plead your innocence. It is not me or you who will decide whether you are guilty or innocent. It is those engaged in the legal profession.”

The punishment for a sinner is determined solely by the law.

It is not the royalty or the imperial family who pass judgment, but the judges who are the guardians of the law──Angela said.

“Because this country is a nation governed by the rule of law.”

Saint Juliet was unjustly detained, imprisoned without a word, and executed on the same day.

Such inhumane treatment must never happen again.

Anyone, regardless of the crime they have committed, has the right to a fair and impartial trial.

Vigilantism is not acceptable. Whether it’s the crown prince or the princess, crossing the line of the law is not permitted.

Even if the person was someone who once betrayed Juliet herself—it’s the same thing.

“Without a proper investigation or an opportunity for explanation, being killed at the whim of those in power must never happen to anyone again.”

Angela stated firmly.

The violet eyes, which did not lose their brilliance even in the night, radiated such dignity that no one could help but bow their heads.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

Duke Turenne had the most heartbroken expression he had ever had.

Trembling, I kneel down and collapse, cradling my head with my hands, which still bear the marks of inflammation.

When I was staring at the dazed duke, Angela’s vision suddenly went dark.

Lionel had ordered Nathan’s servant to keep an eye on the duke and had come next to him.

Wrapped once again in the shadow cast by his tall figure, Angela lifted her face.

“Riru?”

Once again, Lionel is acting strange.

As if his entire body had been shot through, Lionel covered his face with both hands this time. Shaking more violently than before, he murmured with all his heart.

“…A saint…!”

“?”

Indeed, I was a saint in my past life, but what are you saying now?

I still didn’t understand why Lionel was trembling even more this time, but thanks to that, Angela’s tense heart was eased.