Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 582 - 356: She Doesn’t Care

When the young man came in with two servings of lasagna, Losa had already fallen asleep against the chair back.

"Sorry."

Lavinia said apologetically, "He's too tired."

The young man, somewhat flattered, waved his hand, "You're too kind. This gentleman must be the Flaming Demon Wolf of the Saluzzo Family, right? I've heard that even the centurions of the Sassari Family can't withstand a single round with him. He's really amazing!"

"Flaming Demon Wolf... Is that the nickname you gave him?"

"I don't know who came up with it; that's just what everyone says."

"Well, it doesn't sound too bad."

Lavinia smiled, took her coat off, and accepted the fork handed to her, "Thank you for the meal. It's a shame Losa can't enjoy it, so I'll have to finish these two servings myself."

The lasagna was delicious, and Lavinia quickly polished it off.

The young man, while clearing the plates, couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer and asked, "How exactly did you end up against the Sassari Family? If the Saluzzo and Bologna Families are going to war with Sassari, shouldn't you send more people?"

"Do you know Mr. Madlen?"

When Mr. Madlen was mentioned, the young man immediately showed an indignant expression, "Of course, almost all the poor in Milan have benefited from Mr. Madlen. He's the best person I've ever known, but unfortunately, good people never have good luck in a place like this."

"I am a judge, and I came here to defend Mr. Madlen."

"You're a judge?"

The young man's tone became excited, "No wonder the people of Sassari don't want you to enter the city."

"That's great. You can bring justice to Mr. Madlen, right?"

Under the young man's eager gaze, she subconsciously averted her eyes.

"Sorry, I can't promise anything."

The young man looked a bit disappointed, but quickly adjusted, forcing a smile and said, "At least you're willing to risk your life to stand up. If the Sassari mongrels weren't deathly afraid of you, they wouldn't have risked killing you in the street."

Lavinia smiled and said nothing.

Tomorrow is the day of the court hearing, yet she hasn't had a chance to speak with Mr. Madlen, and the judge supported by the Sassari Family is unlikely to lack evidence—even if it's fabricated.

Under such circumstances, she really couldn't muster any confidence.

The young man laughed at himself, "We've all been helped by Mr. Madlen, but none of us could do anything meaningful to clear his name, like you are doing."

"No matter what, we should thank you."

He stood straight and solemnly bowed to Lavinia, who quickly stood up to avoid it.

"Please rest soon. My mother and I are next door; call us if you need anything."

With no more to say, the young man smiled somewhat sheepishly and hurried away with the plates.

After seeing the young man off.

The room returned to silence.

Lavinia's gaze lingered for a moment on the black and white photo encased in glass in the center of the room before she looked away.

This should have been a very happy family of three.

She looked at Losa, who was sleeping soundly and lightly snoring, and smiled helplessly.

She had to admit that Losa's decision to rest and recover his energy and physical strength was the most correct one, and yet she couldn't summon any drowsiness despite feeling physically exhausted, as if there was a huge stone weighing on her heart.

For tomorrow's court hearing, she didn't know how many advanced judges, chief judges, and law enforcers would side with her.

Losa was right about one thing; the two of them were just pebbles thrown into a pond, and no matter how hard they tried to create bigger ripples, whether or not the slumbering dragon at the bottom decided to awaken was still not up to them.

She stared at Losa's face, hazily illuminated by the dim light, for a long time.

Unbeknownst to her, the anxiety and apprehension in her heart had mostly dissipated.

She got up, took off her coat, and turned down the wick on the gas lamp on the table, extinguishing it.

The room was plunged into darkness.

...

Early the next morning, when Lavinia woke up, Losa was already dressed in a Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor, scrutinizing himself in the mirror.

"That armor of yours?"

Lavinia was a little surprised.

"How does it look?"

"Very impressive."

Losa cradled his helmet in one arm, smiling, "Miss Judge, today, I am your Guardian Knight."

Lavinia didn't ask where Losa had gotten such a ceremonial heavy armor, and with a smile, nodded, "Thank you for that."

"What time is it... darn, I seem to have overslept a bit."

She quickly got up to wash up.

After Lavinia was done washing up, the two bid farewell to the young man and his mother and left the alleyway.

As he put on his helmet, he thought: No one should recognize this as the Holy Cross Plate Armor placed in the Saint Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna, right? After all, it's a Holy Object, and outsiders wouldn't easily see it.

A knight in full armor naturally stood out on the street.

The era of heavy armor had ended.

Except for small, elite armed forces like the Knight Order still using armor mixed with various precious metals or magically enhanced.

Full body plate armor in most noble families had become ceremonial armor, or an ornament displayed at home to showcase the family heritage.

Losa insisted on wearing it because, during today's court hearing, he likely wouldn't be able to attend and listen in; without Lavinia's decree to empower him, his strength would sharply decline, and the Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor had the characteristic of serving as his trump card.

"It's a pity that the two horses we rode were left on the battlefield last night."

Losa commented.

Lavinia said with some relief, "Luckily, they broke free and ran away; otherwise, they might have been roasted by you into charcoal."

The two continued on their way, encountering more and more pedestrians as they progressed.

By the time they reached the imposing, solemn courthouse, the area was already crowded with a dense throng of people, most of whom were poorly dressed, even ragged, and their eyes were full of resentment.

Lavinia said, "They should all be people who were helped by Mr. Madlen."

Losa advised, "Don't feel pressured."

"I should go."

Lavinia glanced at the giant clock hanging outside the courthouse and took off her coat, revealing her neatly worn judicial attire beneath.

Brown robe, gold-rimmed glasses, a fitted uniform.

"I'll wait for you outside,"

Losa said.

Lavinia nodded with a smile.

A voice suddenly rang out, "She's the judge who's going to defend Mr. Madlen. Look, not only is she a woman, but she's also from the Wolf Race! Sassari's mongrels never intended to hire a reliable judge for Mr. Madlen."

Lavinia's departing steps paused slightly, then resumed with renewed determination as she headed toward the courtroom doors.

Perhaps she would fail.

At that time, countless people present might regard her as being in cahoots with the Sassari Family.

But she didn't care.

Her willingness to defend Mr. Madlen and to take on such a significant risk was never about winning people's approval.

She merely wanted to put a period to what she had learned and persisted in all these years.

Regardless of whether the outcome was perfect.