My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 33

I looked at Sariel, confused. Was it really possible to prove that the signature on the contract had been forged? I couldn't think of another way to win this battle. In a human court, there should have been an expert to decide whether my signature on the contract was forged or not, but here, it was a matter of whom the members of the Great Council believed. I doubted that they would believe me, but what about the Duke? He surely had the authority, although I couldn't understand where he stood in the vampire hierarchy. Nonetheless, he still needed evidence that the Adragnas were lying.

When mine and Sariel's eyes met, he smirked at me. He didn't lose an ounce of his confidence. It was obvious that he had something up his sleeve. He stood up, taking the pile of documents with him. Those were the exact documents he had previously gone through before the trial started. He searched for one document among that pile and gave it to me.

"Do you recognize what it is?" he asked, smiling cunningly.

I looked at what he handed me and gasped. What I was holding in my hands was the real work contract that I signed, agreeing to waiter at the casino's special event.

"Yes," I replied.

"Then, would you like to tell everyone about it clearly?" He smirked.

"This is the document I signed at the casino. This is the real work contract me and others signed," I explained agitatedly.

I could see Mr. Baro turning pale while the Adragnas gritted their teeth and kept glaring at their lawyer, forcing him to react. Sariel grinned at the judges and turned my way.

"Do you recognize the signature on the contract?" he inquired, continuing his game.

"Yes, this is my real signature," I answered confidently.

At the speed of light, Sariel found himself next to Mr. Baro and tore out the contract I had supposedly signed from his hands.

"I will borrow this for a sec." He chuckled wickedly.

Mr. Baro only gasped, but he was too slow to do anything. Sariel's speed was clearly at another level. I had never seen any creature moving so fast. Once the Duke had both documents, he raised the forged contract and the real one, presenting them to the members of the Great Council.

"Now, tell me which is more probable: that Ms. Leber signed a contract to work as a waitress or that she decided to sell herself as a blood slave?" Sariel called out loud.

The muttering and agitated discussions filled the courtroom. Sariel turned both documents to their final pages and raised them again.

"Now, think clearly: why does Ms. Leber's signature look exactly the same on both contracts? Isn't it a little too perfect for a human?" he asked, stirring a pot.

Mr. Baro cleared his throat, nervously gazing around the room like a caught-off-guard student desperate to find the right answer. The Adragnas' fury was enough to shatter their table into splinters. I knew that if it weren't for Sariel, they would have already found an opportunity to kill me on the spot just to release their boiling anger.

"Duke Calvet, do you have concrete proof of forgery, or do you want the jury and members of the council to figure it out themselves?" The leading judge asked sarcastically.

"I'm glad you've asked, Your Honor," Sariel chuckled, then gestured at Mr. Gotha.

Leonard Gotha went outside of the courtroom, then came back inside, throwing a shackled and gagged man onto the floor. The man was heavily bruised and bleeding. Loud gasps filled the room. Marquess Adragna stood up from his seat, raising his trembling in anger fist. Sariel sent him a vicious glare flued with a cold smirk.

"Marquess Adragna must have recognized his aid, Hugo Ropion. I could have apologized for his poor state, but he just wasn't as cooperative as he should be… at first." Sariel's full of mockery tone kept enraging the Adragnas.

Mr. Baro rushed in panic towards his clients to discuss the situation while the commotion around the room increased its loudness.

"Duke Calvet, care to explain who is this obnoxious looking man?" The leading judge called out, her voice filled with nonchalance.

Sariel gazed meaningfully at Mr. Gotha, and he nodded his head. Mr. Gotha grabbed the man lying on the floor, pulling him by the collar of his bloodied shirt. The man stood up on his swaying and trembling feet, glancing at Sariel, terrified.