[Zhongli's attention is fully captivated by Neuvillette's storytelling. The tale of Beaussant's courtroom demonstration unfolds before him like a scene from a gripping drama, each detail painting a vivid picture in his mind. He finds himself leaning slightly forward, his amber eyes fixed on Neuvillette with a mixture of fascination and intrigue.

As Neuvillette recounts the events, Zhongli can't help but marvel at the intricacies of the human condition—the lengths to which individuals will go in the pursuit of truth and justice, or defend their own pride. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there's a certain irony in Beaussant's accidental self-inflicted wound, a twist of fate that adds layers of complexity to the narrative.

He sighs softly, a fleeting wish for a cup of tea to accompany this moment of shared storytelling crossing his mind. His gaze briefly drifts to the small kitchen in the corner of the cabin, contemplating the possibility of warming some water over the fire. However, the warmth of the fire and the enthralling tale being spun keep him rooted in his seat, fully immersed in the present moment.]

An accidental discharge in the courtroom, [Zhongli muses, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.] What happened next? Was Beaussant injured severely, or did the demonstration lead to a revelation in the case?