Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 660

The courtroom erupted. The noise was so deafening that even the usually unflappable Judge Gresham sat frozen for several seconds before remembering her duty.

"Order!"

"Order in the court!"

She struck the gavel repeatedly until the chaos finally subsided.

The prosecution team was completely blindsided. If what Vivienne said was true, the entire weapon charge fell apart.

Theft was an individual crime. At worst, it was a civil dispute. It couldn't even be compared to the treasonous charge of a powerful family raiding a military armory. Even if Vivienne was punished personally, the Ravenshire family would remain completely unscathed. This completely ruined their employers' plans.

But that wasn't even the biggest issue. The real problem was that in Athelvia's three-hundred-year history, only ten men had ever achieved the rank of Seven-Star General—and the Ravenshires accounted for two of them. This ultimate honor was almost exclusively awarded posthumously to martyrs. The sheer weight of Caspian's legacy was immeasurable. With a single sentence, this little girl had won the entire room over for the Ravenshire family.

Inside the courtroom, strict rules kept the awe-struck spectators in check. But outside, the internet was a lawless wasteland.

The live broadcast chat was completely overtaken by massive waves of red text.

-[Holy crap! Forgive my ignorance, but I just checked the military archives. Golden Gun Generals are real! She wasn't lying!]

-[Wait, so if she stole a gun from her own house, this has absolutely nothing to do with arms dealing or military corruption!]

-[Stop laughing, it's true! My grandpa has Alzheimer's, but the second I mentioned the Golden Gun General, he started packing a bag, saying he was going to war alongside General Ravenshire!]

-[God! This is so sad. I'm rooting for Vivienne now.]

The barrage of comments completely obscured the video feed. A mere fifteen minutes into the trial, public opinion had already experienced a massive shift.

Inside the courtroom, unaware of the digital storm outside, the legal battle raged on.

Unable to find a counterargument for the gun's origin, the prosecutor clung desperately to the cruelty of the murders.