Isolda reached to Black Cube in no time. There she saw Chopyk and Cicily together. Her doubt became confirmation when Chopyk put his arm around Cicily’s shoulder.
“I knew you have an affair.” She screamed, petrifying Cicily for a moment.
Chopyk trembled but didn’t look away from his wife’s eyes. Soon his eyes were glowing in anger too.
“Don’t be so suspicious, you ingrate woman.” Chopyk came towards her, not fearing at all.
“How dare you speak to me like this?” she was steaming in rage, “I know you sent the letter.”
“I did not.”
Roderick came gasping from the forest.
“It took me an eternity to find this cube. Phew…” Roderick said, “Don’t worry, Chopyk, I have sent the letter-”
Saer flinched by seeing Isolda there.
“I doubted someone was watching me in Purple Forest.” Isolda groaned, “Can’t believe you hired a spy.”
“Yes, I did. But how did you know I sent a letter to Bartholomew? I don’t think you should know this unless you were in there.”
Isolda gulped, pondering what to say.
“You cheating bitch.” Chopyk screamed.
Roderick feared his eardrums might shatter.
“Don’t call me that, you imbecile.” Isolda was louder.
“STOP!” Roderick yelled, breaking their argument, “Why don’t you two divorce?”
“Now I want to. I am tired of trying to make this ingrate happy.”
“If a man is proven responsible for divorce, then he has to spend the rest of his life in prison.” Isolda squinted at Cicily, “You still want divorce, Chopyk?”
“You are also having an affair. It makes you responsible too.” Chopyk said, “Will see you in devils’ court, slut.”
She frowned in the rage of being called a slut. Isolda stomped on ground and left while mumbling cusses.
“I am sorry. I came in wrong time.” Roderick looked away.
“Roderick, I will not be able to speak infront of the judge. I get nervous. What if I mess up my statements? Will you be my advocate there?”
“I don’t know how the judiciary system works here.” Roderick shied away from the request.
“Balance truth and lies. It’s how you win a case.”
Roderick bit his lip, regretting how deep he had come in the pit. He gazed down and saw his shadow almost underneath him. Time was slipping, but he didn’t want the same thing to happen with the chance of survival.
“Okay. I will be your advocate, lawyer, spokesperson, or even witness-”
“Witness? Do you think court would consider soy a witness?”
“Ahh…what about the mirror in your house?”
“What about it?” Chopyk questioned.
“The mirror in your house might have seen Isolda and Bartholomew together. We will make the mirror show it in the court and wham! You will win because Isolda has no proof that you and Cicily are in love.” Roderick clapped once. His expressions changed, “Wait, maybe she has evidence against you. The letter I delivered.”
“The blood fades away within hours. By the time she takes it to the court, it would be just a piece of skin.” Chopyk grinned.
“And she didn’t even see me dumping it in Bartholomew’s doorstep.” Roderick displayed his teeth.
Chopyk took Roderick to his house from there. The mirror stood where it was, but still it called Roderick a thief.
“Mirror,” Chopyk said, “Have you seen Bartholomew and Isolda together here?”
“Maybe one time.” Mirror answered.
Chopyk exchanged a brightened look with Roderick.
“Great, show it in the court.” Roderick said.
“No. I am a mirror, not a witness for the court.” Mirror disappointed them.
“I own you. You must do what I say.” Chopyk said.
“As far as I remember, you gifted me to Isolda. You are not my owner.”
“Show it or I will break you.” Roderick lifted it up.
“No! Please.” The mirror cried.
“Show Isolda and Bartholomew together in court.”
“Okay, I will.” The mirror lost its vigor to keep on arguing.
“Roderick,” Chopyk tapped his shoulder, “Let’s hurry up and file the case. It’s mid day already. The trial must happen today or she will make fake evidences.”
Roderick placed the mirror down and listened Chopyk put forward his worries, “Devils’ Court doesn’t give days for cases. They make sentences within a day.”
