Dear people of Fontaine, you have been summoned to the most hallowed of places to behold the most heinous of crimes! The victim: An upstanding member of the Fontaine elite, One Monsieur Galette! The life of this good man was ended by nothing short of a criminal mastermind! Far be it from me to disparage a bit of drama, but I don't think the rules- Rules? Rules?! You end a man’s life, and now you talk of rules? The audacity! Objection, your honor! It was my understanding that we were here to find the truth, not make baseless accusations. Sustained. Compose yourself, Furina. This is, after all, a house of justice. And justice flows from truth. You want the truth, do you? Very well. It is yours if you can handle it. Not, but one day ago, at the annual winter gala, the elite of Fontaine, including yours truly, reveled blissfully ignorant of the serpent among them! At exactly fifteen past the hour, the good sir Galette retired to his study to fetch some important documents. Two minutes later, the maid, one Miss Brioche, entered the study to find… The host, Monsieur Galette, had been slain! Even- Even the most cursory of glances could see the blue tint of his skin, clear evidence of suffocation! Venti, you’re a vision bearer, are you not? Why of course! My element is anemo, light and free as the breeze! Anemo! The element of air! Your honor, the evidence clearly suggests that the accused used their mastery of Anemo to pull the very air from the room, heinously ending the poor Monsieur Galette! Is that really something an Anemo vision can do? Very well. If I may, your honor? By all means. This illustration is a faithful recreation of the scene, correct? Down to the last detail. Why? Then it is as I suspected. In this sketch lies the proof of my client’s innocence! What?! How can you be so sure?! Your honor. If I may direct your attention to Galette’s desk tell me, what do you see? Well, I see some books, paper, inkwell and a candle. And the candle’s wick? It's still lit! A simple lesson in the natural sciences. Unless produced by a vision, flames require oxygen to burn. If the room, as you say, had the air pulled from it, Then the candle, like our poor dinner host, would have been snuffed. Objection! All you have proven is that the candle was lit after the murder! Venti could easily have reignited the wick to cover his tracks! If so, then how does one explain the papers on the victim’s desk? The suction of the air leaving the room would have doubtlessly scattered them. Venti would not have had time to do the deed, then re-order the papers in alphabetical order, no less! Curses! She’s completely right! This leads but one conclusion. Venti could not have committed the crime. Rather, the true culprit was… Madame Croissant in the study with the poison. NOOOooooo! Ah, yes. Cluedunnit. I loved that board-game growing up. What? Mademoiselle Nahida wins the game. So same time next month? Well..I suppose I should be happy that the true culprit was found. Now there’s nothing left to do but arrange the burial for the late Monsieur. He had no next of kin, So protocol dictates we inter him in his native land. Ah... Game night.
