The blaring alarm continued to pulse, vibrating in Charity's teeth. The captain of the security detail stepped forward, his hand resting aggressively on his stun baton.
"Hand over the stolen merchandise. Now," he barked.
Alys clutched her chest, putting on a masterful display of shock and pity. "Charity, I know you were exiled, but how could you sink so low? Stealing an A-class energy core worth a hundred thousand star coins!"
The crowd gasped collectively. A hundred thousand star coins was a lifetime of wages for a lower-sector worker. The whispers instantly turned into vicious, hateful curses directed at Charity.
Charity ignored the noise. She calmly reached her hand into the deep pocket of her cloak. Her fingers brushed against a cold, multi-faceted metal object.
She pulled it out and opened her palm. The A-class energy core gleamed under the red emergency lights.
The security guards instantly tensed, stepping closer.
Walter, standing safely behind Alys, pointed a shaking finger. "Captain, she's caught red-handed! Arrest her and throw her in the security bureau!"
Alys's eyes gleamed with malicious joy. She was already picturing Charity rotting in a dark, damp cell.
But Charity didn't panic. She didn't cry or beg for mercy. She simply raised the energy core high into the air, letting the light catch its surface.
"You're accusing me of stealing this A-class core?" Charity's voice was crisp, cutting through the chaos of the crowd with chilling clarity.
She locked eyes with the security captain. "Tell me, Captain. I am a publicly known, F-class spiritual waste. I have zero neural energy. This core requires an A-class energy signature just to activate. What exactly am I going to do with it? Use it as a very expensive night light?"
The crowd went dead silent. A few people exchanged uncertain glances. The logic was flawless. It made absolutely no sense for a powerless exile to steal an item she physically couldn't use.
Alys's face tightened. "Who knows!" she shot back quickly. "Maybe you were going to sell it on the black market for cash!"
Charity let out a short, cold laugh. Her eyes pinned Alys to the spot. "The black market? This core has the Schultz family corporate manufacturing stamp laser-etched right into the casing. What black market dealer is suicidal enough to fence a registered, traceable core from a major matriarch's conglomerate?"
Alys opened her mouth, but no words came out. Panic flickered in her eyes.
Charity didn't give her a second to recover. She pivoted smoothly, her gaze snapping to Walter, who had suddenly gone very pale.
"When I walked past the display case, you were the only person who bumped into me," Charity stated, her voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory calm.
"Y-you're lying!" Walter stammered, taking a step back. "You stole it yourself!"
Charity held the core out toward the captain. "I read on the commercial display that this specific model of A-class core has top-tier anti-theft measures."
She took a step toward Walter. "Captain, doesn't your military-grade portable scanner have the ability to detect the outermost fingerprint on an object? Let's see whose print is covering the casing of this core. Mine... or this employee's."
Walter's knees buckled. He was a low-level worker; he had no idea the high-end merchandise had military-grade anti-theft coatings.
The security captain immediately unclipped a small, black scanner from his belt. Seeing the device, Walter let out a whimper and scrambled backward.
Charity turned her head slowly back to Alys. Her voice was quiet, but every word was a lethal strike. "Alys. You went through all this trouble to frame me. Is it because you're terrified that Captain Braden is starting to look at me differently? Are you that desperate to secure your place beside him?"
Alys's face drained of all color. The perfect, aristocratic mask shattered into a million pieces as her deepest, most pathetic insecurity was dragged into the light.
"You ugly, fat bitch! You're talking nonsense!" Alys shrieked, losing all composure. "Braden would never look at a monster like you!"
But her hysterical, unhinged reaction told the crowd everything they needed to know. The public opinion violently flipped. People began muttering, glaring at Alys, disgusted by the rich girl's vicious setup.
The scanner in the captain's hand let out a sharp beep. He looked at the screen, his jaw hardening.
He looked up and glared at Walter. "Outermost print match confirmed. It belongs to employee Walter."
Walter collapsed onto the floor, sobbing in pure terror.
Charity stood tall amidst the chaos. She looked down at Alys, whose face was a mask of pure horror, and offered her a smile of absolute, chilling contempt.
