Prosecutor Schaefer continued on in a threatening voice. For a moment, the court was taken in by silence.
They had clearly been drawn into her atmosphere.
When I hadn’t even done anything, for some reason, I sensed the entire court was looking to Prosecutor Schaefer as their superior.
… This is bad, at this rate, their impression of Claudia will worsen.
I have to object somehow. But how?
I thought some, and chanted my objection at the prosecution.
“Objection. Let’s say for instance, by the precedent of the Lakeside and Growout incidents, it is possible to adapt murder charges if the deceased is revived. But there is one fatal contradiction between both cases and this one.”
Or so I tried saying, but how shall I explain it.
Taking a breath, I thought. Looking to the side, I saw Claudia was still fixed on the victim.
… What was she so surprised about?
No, I guess her surprise was natural.
A person thought dead came back. No matter how you looked at it, that wasn’t normal.
Right, it was normally unthinkable and now that he’s here alive, it’s doubtful he even died in the first place.
Right, that’s the start of my counterattack.
“The Growout Incident’s victim’s death didn’t fit the three signs of death, but brain-death was used as a basis for murder. The Lakeside Incident was the same. That one was due to a misdiagnosis, but it’s because they mistakenly reported the three signs of death that murder was taken up in the first hearing.”
I pointed at the victim.
“If you wish to say the victim over there died, then when, where, and why? Do you have a death certificate to prove it? If you don’t have a doctor’s diagnosis, then you can’t prove he ever died.”
… Bang! I hit the desk, pressured. And spoke. “He died and got better? Hah? Is that really so? Are you sure you didn’t just misdiagnose a living person as dead?”
I looked at the judge. He had always looked mildly inclined towards the prosecution’s side, but now it looked as if he didn’t know who was right. He stroked his long, white beard in anguish.
“Hmm, the defense’s objection is certainly sound. The death of a human becomes less defined the further medical science advances. If the victim did truly die, we’ll need the certificate to prove it.”
“I agree with m’lud’s opinion,” agreed Prosecutor Schaefer.
… And wait, that one was my opinion.
“It’s extremely difficult to prove a person’s death. Even if they’ve lost vital signs, if you say that they’re alive as long as there are living cells in their body, then death will cease to exist.”
… But I’m not trying to say anything too philosophic here, Prosecutor Schaefer continued on.
“The victim died. And came back. That isn’t the realm of the forensic department. It falls under magic theory. If science can’t prove it, then we shall prove it with the power of magic.”
“Hmm? Was there a doctor on the magic theory lab’s staff?”
On my statement, Prosecutor Schaefer said, “There is, didn’t you know?” with a smile full of leisure.
“Chief Researcher Samantha Warrick of the magic theory lab is an exceedingly diligent, prestigious physicians’ license toting doctor.”
She sent a sign to assistant Eugene beside her. There, surely prepared beforehand, he handed out some A4 printouts.
“This is the post-mortem certificate prepared by Dr. Samantha. A post-mortem certificate has just as much an ability to prove death as a death certificate does.”
T-this woman… she’s too meticulous.
On her preparations too perfect, I felt like vomiting.
“I could give the explanation, but let us leave the explaining to the professionals. M’lud, we will now hear in what manner the victim died, and was revived by a doctor who took part in the autopsy.”
… Is that alright? Said Prosecutor Schaefer in a tone that didn’t permit a no, dragging a yes out of the judge.