Kael rubbed his nose while the gazes of the angry mob stabbed at the back of his head like a thousand needles.
"Can't I get a lawyer?"
He asked with a wry smile.
"No."
The prosecutor said coldly with unamusing look even though she knew that comment was made with joking intent.
However, she wasn't in a mood to be laughing.
"Well, yeah, I stole that shit, and I planned to learn more about it until I can use it as a weapon. You're very much right!"
Kael said.
"Miss Judge, see? I sense no remorse from him. The clear disrespect, rejecting the authority, and lack of accountability are all classic signs of a dangerous criminal."
The prosecutor said.
"…What do you think, Miss Executioner?"
Wren asked, side-eyeing the black-haired woman.
"I think he is guilty!"
The executioner cut through the desk with the sharp-bladed axe and cried out, "Off with his head!"
"What does the gallery think?"
Wren asked.
"Off with his head!"
"Guilty!"
The gallery replied in unison.
