Chapter 50: The Royal Robe
"Justice Lotus?"
When Leonard heard the name that the commoner gave her, he only had one word in his mind: hypocrite.
There was no such thing as absolute justice. Only bias justice in their perspective.
The commoners’ suffering and sudden relief of their plight because of the assassin killing the corrupted noble was poetic justice in their eyes. But to the corrupted nobles and those who suffered retribution from the action, they would call it injustice.
"If her action is regarded as Justice Lotus, then what about the innocent crewmates that were slain by her?" He snorted and asked, "So she hasn’t spoken a word since the capture?"
"That is correct," Curtis nodded.
"I’ve thought you would have begun to torture her to pry her mouth open."
"We wanted to, but some of the Crimson Guards sensed that Lady Mirelle might react irrationally if we proceed with the act."
To summarize, the Crimson Guards deduced that the situation might fester to an unbelievable degree if they were to torture the enemy.
They had received the summary from Number 13 and realized the situation was rather sticky. Moreover, Mirelle was someone invited by Spencer, so they couldn’t just detain her nor could they accomplish the task.
The losses in trying to detain her would far outweigh the pros.
"I understand," Leonard nodded. "Where is Number 13 located?"