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[h3]--The Savant's Evaluation--[/h3]

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Was she? Lucretia never kept up with any of those tabloids and gossip media, fruitless use of time as they were, brainless entertainment designed for the blind masses; she wasn't going to confirm, nor deny the statement as they weren't worth spending even a second of her time into. The minute wait between his speech would've felt like an eternity to someone as impatient as Lucretia in normal circumstances, but right now, she had the fine-cooked food to enjoy in between their talks, now [i]this[/i] was a 'distraction' worth wasting time into. [color=76c0f0][b]"That is a fair assessment, but I know there are actors who intend to push said justice off-course."[/b][/color] Which was indeed the elephant in the room, she didn't need to bother with this had the situation been different. As it stood, there were those who somehow rationalized that Jeanne should not be punished, did the French barbarian bribe them? Threaten them? Both? Well, not if she could help it.

The white-haired Occidental Technologist responded to her dark-haired counterpart with a nod, approving that Maximilien could immediately see reason. Technologism was the herald that brought primitive civilizations into a golden age of knowledge, progress, and enlightenment; barbarians like Jeanne took everything that it stood for and twisted it until it became the exact opposite, senseless savagery, enemy to all civilized people everywhere. The very thought of the gullible commoners rejecting Technologist crafts due to the truculency of the black sheep was abhorrent. 

To be perfectly honest, even knowing that there were those willing to support Jeanne - three of them of Occident allegiance even - made her quite... emotional, but this was a matter that must be handled with pragmatism. Jeanne was a fool, no doubt, but a dangerous fool with powers she didn't deserve, rushing at her like a rabid dog would make her no different than the Frenchwoman.

It seemed twas' finally time to address the aforementioned room elephant, [color=76c0f0][b]"Let us see here... it has been known that five individuals - in all their wisdom - took to Jeanne's defense: Franz Steiner, Higashiakemi Ryuuko, Lê Bằng Kiều, Nazca Whitehall, and Inti Ruq'a."[/b][/color] She visibly frowned when mentioning the first of the pentad, just... what are you doing, Herr Steiner? 

[color=76c0f0][b]"Franz Steiner, a Mesmerologist hailing from Kingdom of Austria, one of the very few Mesmerologist Polymaths in the world, at least amongst those in official records. A talented musician and practical genius who preferred practice over theory, constantly jeered for wasting his gifts on a faux major. Although I agree that he's either brave or foolish to remain in this questionable field of study, I approve of his perseverance to focus and not care about what detractors think of him. I think that there's untapped potential in the study of the human mind, the brain is the organ in our body that's the least understood, even though it's the one that enables us to achieve what we have as a species."[/b][/color] She paused, her frown growing deeper, [color=76c0f0][b]"However, this action he took... defending du Bordeaux, what was he thinking...?"[/b][/color]

Deciding that she wouldn't find the answer right now, Lucy moved on to the second member of the defense team, [color=76c0f0][b]"Higashiakemi Ryuuko, an Egoist hailing from the Empire of Japan, although have infamously defected to my home country of Germany, in a move to spite her House no doubt. Unlike Franz, it's easy - elementary in fact - to discern why she took Jeanne's side. She's a wildcard, a traitor to her country, one who takes pride in spitting on her family’s legacy, she must have admired Jeanne for her propensity to have so little care for rules and regulation. Like-minded barbarians who live only for themselves to the detriment of others around them, life is but one big joke for their ilk."[/b][/color] She finished her assessment of the draconic Egoist, her tone firm and doubtless much unlike her review of Franz. That said, she moved on.

[color=76c0f0][b]"Lê Bằng Kiều, an Egoist hailing from Vietnam; a Polymath of circumstances as Egoism was the only thing available to him to save his life after an unfortunate feud in the family. A pity, perhaps he could've been a brilliant Technologist had fate turned otherwise. He's known to be a compassionate boy, always wishing for none to share his fate. Perhaps, out of this sense of generosity - naive as it might be - he decided to assist the 'helpless' Jeanne. Misguided, but understandable nonetheless. I am not sure if he can be convinced that not everyone deserves help, especially a remorseless savage such as Jeanne."[/b][/color] Her assessment of the Vietnamese young man done, the silver-haired girl proceeded to the next.

[color=76c0f0][b]"Nazca Whitehall, a Dynamist-Technologist hailing from the Empire of Britannia, although of no native birth. She's a former Abya Yalan royal from a minor kingdom that was subsumed by the Aztec Empire a decade or so ago, I believe. An incredulously lucky individual in stark contrast to Herr Bằng, to both be rescued from her failed nation [i]and[/i] adopted by the famous Herr Whitehall of Britain, although it's not difficult to see that he saw potential in her. She's a Polymath with skills in both dynamism and technologism, constructing remote-controlled semi-autonomous drones of various shapes, sizes, and functions. I have been studying her crafts myself and actually learned things I can employ in my own projects. As for the reason why she took Jeanne's side... perhaps in a similar vein to Bằng, it's out of a sense of altruism to help the 'helpless' as she has had once been."[/b][/color] Four out of five, and now it came down to the final member of the defense team, and...

[color=76c0f0][b]"..."[/b][/color] Now it was Maximilien's turn to endure an eternity of silence from his dinner partner; Lucretia's brows frowned, the genius of geniuses digging through every inch of knowledge stored in her mind to little avail, and after a few excruciating minutes, she admitted defeat with a slight slump of her shoulders and a barely-audible sigh, [color=76c0f0][b]"I possess no knowledge of this Inti Ruq'a, other than the fact that he's an Abya Yalan Dynamist."[/b][/color] She mentally clicked her tongue, berating herself for this 'failure'.

[color=76c0f0][b]"They must [i]not[/i] succeed in their ill-advised goal of reducing Jeanne's sentence, or aether forbid, make her go free."[/b][/color] Lucretia leaned forward this time, ashen eyebrows narrowed in burning ambition, [color=76c0f0][b]"What does it take to [i]purge[/i] this stain on Occidental and Technologist honor, Herr Robespierre?"[/b][/color] No price is too high…