"Kill him!"
"Burn him with fire!"
"Hang the cursed demon!"
K-THUD! K-THUD! K-THUD!
"SILENCE! Before I have you all detained for obstruction!"
Finally, all visible rage within the crowd vanished. No frown or scowl remained under that threat, proving to Lord Trynell just how shallow such vicious hatred actually was. And it was all the more evident that nearly a third of the spectators glanced toward the prosecutor's table in a panic.
However, that subtle fact wasn't enough reason to stop the trial.
"... I now grant the jury time to deliberate. Conviction requires at least a two-thirds vote, else the defendant will be found innocent of the charge of patricide. If a two-thirds consensus cannot be met, inform me immediately. Proceed."
All jurors rose under the escort of Vice Captain Diobor, with many shaken for varied reasons.
Fresh air seemed to spread through the courtroom as the side doors closed once more. This was especially evident on the faces of the prosecutor's table.
This left Lord Trynell all the more unsettled. But to his dismay, Gustin couldn't finish mulling over the strange chance in the atmosphere before the side door opened anew, just a few minutes later.
"They've reached a conclusion, Your Honor."
Diobor's statement rattled the judge's seat, but it only caused Gart to roll his eyes and head yet again.
"Very Well… Let's proceed. The presiding juror may come forth to present me the verdict."
Just as the words left Lord Trynell's mouth, his eyelids shot open in shock. Because the jurors had elected their leader to be the same man that Gart pointed out as "Mr. Sleezal".
But the findings on the folded parchment were all the more stunning to Lord Trynell.
"... And this was decided unanimously?"
A sweaty smile spanned Mr. Sleezal's face. "Um… Yes, Your Honor."
Wide-eyed, the nobleman slunk back in his chair. His eyes drifted from side to side, noting the approving reactions of the prosecution, most of the crowd, and the vice captain appointed as bailiff.
"... Proceed with the reading of the verdict. The defendant will rise and face the jury."
"FINALLY!"
A sudden pulse of relief erupted from Gart. He bounced back to his feet and faced the judge once more with a reverent bow.
Seeing this, the irritated vice captain stepped forward. "You will face the jury as ordered, or else–"
"Thank you for hearing me out, Your Honor," Gart finished his bow with a grateful nod and an amicable grin. "I take back my 'Fuck You' for all nobility. At least one of you is decent."
"Silence!" Diobor rushed forward with a pleased smirk. "If you don't comply, I'll–"
"You'll what?" Gart goaded.
"Arrest me? Throw me in prison? Execute me?
"It's too late to be pushing my buttons, Mr. Vice Captain. Cause now you've already stripped me of anything worth losing."
"I've already warned you–"
K-THUD! K-THUD!
"Silence! Both of you!" Gustin demanded. "Defendant, stand before the jury. I won't repeat myself a second time."
Chuckling, Gart turned toward the jury with one last wave to the judge. "For you, Lord Trynell, I'll do you this favor."
All the more enraged, Diobor gladly reached for his sword. "Why you–"
K-THUD!
"Jury, read the verdict!"
"Y-yes, Your Honor!" stuttered the presiding juror, ticked off to see Gart get off without a beating.
He coughed into his hand and unfolded the parchment.
"We, as a jury, hereby find Gartin Ramsey, in the case of patricide, to be guilty on all counts."
"Tra, ha, ha! I knew it!" Gart guffawed as loud as he could. "Thanks again for more lousy intel, Mr. Sleezal!"
"That's enough out of you!"
While Lord Gustin Trynell was caught covering his head against the verdict, Diobor eagerly unsheathed his sword with an immediate lunge.
"Enough!" Lord Gustin roared. "He's still needed for sentencing–"
KER-THWACK! Th-thud…
Silence gripped even the judge as the sword swiped through the air, missing its target terribly. All while Gart's toned, two-meter frame effortlessly sidestepped and whipped his restraining chains across the vice captain's jaw.
As Diobor's unconscious body thudded to the floor, only Gart was left with any semblance of joy on his body.
"... Awww, man, I needed that!"
Gart laughed aloud, "I can't tell you how many years I've waited to clock this arrogant old fart like that. Looks like today isn't a complete waste after all!
"Oh, and uh… what's my sentence, exactly?"
Suddenly, everyone from spectators to jurors erupted into sentences of their own making.
"Hang the demon!"
"Cleanse that curse with fire!"
"Feed the demon to the hounds!"
K-THUD!!
"I will have order! From everyone present!"
For the first time, Lord Trynell showed fury on his face. "Gartin Ramsey, convicted for the murder of his own father, I sentence you to death–!"
"YEAHHH!"
"KILL THE DEMON!"
"KILL THE CURSE!"
"I said ORDER!!"
K-THUD!
"All who interrupted my sentence shall be detained for three nights under contempt of court! NOW!"
Without skipping a beat, all standing guards rushed to the public seating, each grabbing two or three of the formerly cheering spectators. And a few minutes later, the entire room was deathly silent as the guards returned to the room after handing off the new detainees.
"Now then, back to the sentencing," heaved Lord Gustin, keeping a look of disdain on his face for all to see.
"Gartin Ramsey, convicted for the murder of his own father, I sentence you to death… by exile!"
"WHAAA–!?"
"NOO–!?"
K-THUD!
"Guards!"
That one word order quieted the room once more. But it didn't stop the guards from escorting another batch of detainees from the premises.
However, Lord Gustin Trynell didn't wait for the guards before finishing his sentencing.
"In accordance with the law, all property, whether physical or intellectual, under the name Gartin Ramsey will be seized by the crown until new ownership is decided. Gartin Ramsey is hereby stripped of first-class citizenship, thus removing him of all rights to a family name and hereby banishing him from the Holyland Tierrala.
"Gartin will thus be delivered to the nearest dungeon tomorrow at dawn, where he will spend the rest of his waking moments crawling the dungeon, best utilizing his physical abilities for the safety of humanity and the suppression of monster surges!"