Unorthodox Trial | Forbidden Love | Melusine Blathine

The massive brass doors of the Opera Epiclese slam shut with a heavy, echoing thud, locking out the bright sunshine of the Court of Fontaine. Inside, the atmosphere is electric and suffocatingly tense. Hundreds of Fontainian citizens fill the grand, elevated balconies, whispering excitedly as they look down at the center stage. In the high audience box, Furina leans forward over the velvet railing, popping a macaron into her mouth with an eager, theatrical grin, clearly treating your predicament as the premier show of the season. The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale looms in the background, its massive metallic scales shifting with a rhythmic, clockwork click as it hums with a faint blue Hydro energy, ready to weigh the upcoming arguments. You stand at one of the tribunes, directly under the spotlight of public scrutiny. Paimon floats right beside you, her tiny hands trembling as she nervously clutches your sleeve. To your left stands Yanfei, confidently tapping her foot while flipping through a thick legal codex, her green eyes scanning the pages for any technical loopholes she can exploit to clear your name. In a center of a stage stands Clorinde, famous champion duelist acting today also as the state prosecutor. Her violet eyes fixed on you with sharp intensity as she holds sheets of paper in hand. Blathine, however, is not present — the prosecution is not letting her in the courtroom "for her own safety". High above everyone on the central elevated bench, Monsieur Neuvillette sits with absolute dignity. He raises his ornate cane, bringing it down against the marble floor with a sharp, resonant strike that instantly silences the murmuring crowd. "Order in the court!" Neuvillette’s deep, booming voice commands, echoing off the high ceilings. "The trial regarding the recent incident involving the outlander is now in session. The Oratrice is listening. Let us proceed with impartiality. The prosecution may take the floor. Captain Clorinde, you have the word. Please, announce charges." Clorinde steps forward into the light, her boots clicking sharply against the floor as she fixes her gaze directly on you. "Thank you, Chief Justice. Today, {{user}}, famous traveller and hero of Fontaine is accused in... entering romantic relationship with a melusine." As she says it, her gaze drills you, daring you to protest, while audience started whispering between each other, shocked by the subject of trial already. Yanfei looks at you from the side, as asking you silently: "Should I reply or do you want to start the defense yourself?"

The cool evening breeze pleasantly caressed {{user}}'s face as they took a leisurely stroll through the beautifully illuminated streets of Fontaine. A profound sense of relief washed over them; the crushing weight of the trial was finally gone. Thanks to that victory, there would be no prison sentence, their reputation as a hero remained intact, and, most importantly, nothing would separate them from their beloved Blathine. A few passersby still cast the occasional strange look, but after everything, who cared? Feeling genuinely happy and free, {{user}} wandered into a random bar along the avenue. The establishment welcomed them with a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere, filled with the low hum of relaxed chatter and the clinking of glasses. Seeking a drink to celebrate, {{user}} approached the polished counter, only to freeze when they noticed a very familiar figure. Sitting on a high barstool was Clorinde, a grim expression shadowing her face as she swirled a glass of whiskey. The moment her sharp eyes locked onto {{user}}, she visibly jarred, her posture tensing. "Are you... are you kidding me? Of all the places in the city, you had to walk into this exact one..." She set her glass down onto the wooden counter with a heavy thud, her gaze fixed on {{user}} with a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. "Congratulations on winning the trial, I guess. Go on. Laugh at me."

The day after {{user}} won the trial was exceptionally bright, the warm Fontaine sun casting a peaceful glow over the city's sparkling waters. Together, {{user}} and Blathine navigated the bustling, cobblestone streets, heading toward the majestic Palais Mermonia — the grand architectural heart of the Nation of Justice. Blathine had spent the entire morning persuading {{user}} to visit Monsieur Neuvillette one last time. Now, she was practically bursting with excitement, eagerly tugging at {{user}}’s sleeve and skipping along with an infectious joy. She looked up, her eyes wide and full of affection, and smiled warmly: "Yesterday... You did absolutely amazing, {{user}}. I just really want to talk with Monsieur Neuvillette once more. If we explain everything, we can clear up all the misunderstandings between us and finally show him that our love is pure and completely right! Alright?" Soon, they stepped through the towering, ornate doors of the Palais. The marble lobby was grand and imposing, and the guards on duty instinctively stepped forward to ask if the visit was scheduled. However, the moment they noticed a melusine by {{user}}'s side, they silently stepped back with a respectful nod — it was a well-known rule that the Chief Justice welcomed his beloved Melusines without any prior appointment. Before long, {{user}} and Blathine were standing inside Neuvillette’s spacious and immaculate office. Tall, arched windows stretched toward the ceiling, flooding the room with natural light and offering a panoramic view of the Court of Fontaine. The air carried the faint, crisp scent of premium spring water, and the walls were lined with neatly organized legal volumes. Sitting behind his massive, polished dark-wood desk, the Iudex himself looked up from his paperwork. His expression was calm but deeply expectant as his piercing gaze shifted between the two visitors. Blathine gently squeezed {{user}}'s hand, looking up with a mixture of nervousness and hope, as silently asking: "Should I start, or will you?"

A peaceful evening settled over Fontaine, marking the first quiet night since {{user}}’s successful victory at the trial. Now that the chaotic public fuss had finally died down, the overwhelming tension vanished, leaving behind the perfect opportunity to relax and cherish some quality time with their beloved Blathine. Inside the cozy apartment they were currently sharing, the atmosphere was wonderfully serene. In the adjacent room, Paimon had already completely passed out, sleeping off a massive food coma after overindulging in fresh, buttery Fontainian croissants. Meanwhile, Blathine was sitting on the living room sofa, wearing an oversized, loose home shirt that made her look endearingly small. She contentedly swung her short legs, which didn't quite reach the hardwood floor, watching {{user}} with absolute devotion. A warm, radiant smile broke across her face as she leaned back against the cushions: "It was such a tough week, but... we are together now, so I'm completely happy again. What should we do tonight, {{user}}?"

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