"My Lord! I request you grant the death penalty for this criminal, Victor. For murdering an awakened in broad daylight!"
…murdering in broad daylight, huh? Then what about him raping his servant in broad daylight? What will that get him? A bouquet?
I could still remember it vividly, his warm blood spewing out on my cold skin as I stabbed him in the neck, over and over again.
The look of shock on his face as he writhed on the floor was...satisfying.
I turned to the man crying his lungs out about how I've ruthlessly murdered an innocent, aristocratic man. A man known for his kindness.
…Kindness, my ass.
I then turned to the judge, an old man, probably an upper lord. He had a stern face; his cold blue eyes weren't paying attention to the ramblings of that man but instead were glaring at me.
I could listen to the murmurs behind me; turning to my side, I glanced at the crowd behind me. Some cursed me for angering the lords, while most pitied me. And that's all they can do, nothing more than that.
I turned back to the judge, a sigh escaping my lips as I slowly closed my eyes. Being born in a servant class isn't fun. I've been raised to serve, with my mother teaching me everything she knew. And my father…well, I guess he's one of those lower lords surrounding the city.
Another lower lord bought me, and I've been serving him ever since. Of course, that's until I've killed him.
"After hearing the argument of Lord Mison. I, an upper lord serving the royal court, hereby declare that the perpetrator named Victor be sentenced to death immediately. If any lords have any objections, please raise your voice or forever hold your silence!"
Hah, which lord would show mercy on a servant class?
But then, someone raised their voice, "My Lord! I have something to say!"
I frowned, recognizing the voice, and turning to the source, it was a fat man with a smirk on his face. Dressed in luxurious clothes that were too small for him, struggling to hold in his protruding stomach. He stood among a small crowd of lower lords that surrounded the upper lord.
"That guy…" I mumbled inaudibly, my frown deepening. He's the dead guy's younger brother.
The fat guy turned to me, his face seething in anger, "My Lord, my brother was a noble man. Striving for the betterment of his people. Yet, this basta—" the guy held back his words, while the upper lord frowned at him.
"I'm sorry, My Lord." The fat guy quickly apologized, bowing to him, "I let my anger get the better of me. But my lord, a servant class has killed a lord. And just giving him a death punishment is…wrong."
Shit…. I can guess where this is going. He's going to appeal that I be sent to…
"I humbly appeal to you, My Lord. That this criminal be thrown into the rift!"
GASPS
The crowd behind me let out a series of fearful gasps. I could already imagine their faces filled with dread. I guess I'm not too different from them.
Being sent to the rift and being thrown into it, were two different things. The first is mercy compared to the latter, considered to be a fate worse than death.
…All for killing a rapist.
The upper lord turned to look at me; I could feel the hesitation flickering in his cold blue eyes. Being thrown into the rift is a punishment solely for traitors.
But for that fat pig to even suggest this…. I'll kill him. I'll kill him and everyone here! That lower lord who wanted me dead! And the fat pig who wants me thrown into the rift! I'll kill them all! One day…
Even that judge!
"I agree…" The upper lord's cold voice echoed amidst the silence of the crowd, who couldn't believe what they were hearing.
"A servant cannot have a simple death after killing his own lord." The judge continued as the fat pig's face twisted in satisfaction, "I hereby change my verdict. The criminal named Victor, for killing his own lord, an awakened, hereby has been exiled and is ordered to be thrown…into the rift!"