After a while, when the room quieted down, Abel leaned back in his chair and spoke with a leisurely tone.
"Let's figure out what this is about first. We'll decide what to do after that."
"I can't say anything until I get a definite answer," Gardner muttered, his tone defensive.
"Then the trial ends here. If you're transferred to the Imperial Prison, you won't have another chance to talk."
"…"
Gardner chewed his lips, a clear sign of hesitation. But then, with a deep sigh, he finally opened his mouth.
Truthfully, Abel had never intended to let Gardner go. From the beginning, he was only going to listen to see if anything remotely useful came out—then dismiss it.
But what Gardner said couldn't just be ignored.
"There's someone who taught me how to handle industrial accidents and commit the Dapan Group's crimes. That person is… Moran. He's a servant under Chief Bazix Soltri Seri."
