[ Well, the trial has persisted for about three to four hours now; a general hand and clothing check has revealed nothing. The same for the lack of results for a pocket check. Regardless, Dimitri has been becoming more and more impatient about the proceedings during their first trial. He even bangs his hand down on the long table they've been seated at—he's not sitting, though, he's been standing—hard enough to make it tremble and leave a mark. It silences discussion for a moment. ]

Enough of this nonsense!

We've been prattling amongst ourselves for hours and have gotten nowhere. I believe it's time we put an end to this farce.

[ He jabs a finger in a certain someone's direction. ]

It has to be her! That woman can feasibly lay a complex trap if she put her mind to it! Who else could've arranged the death of that man in such a manner?! Debating this further is useless.

[ Naturally, she begins to protest, and some of the people try to calm him down, but he looks more like he's going to run someone through mid-trial. ]