"Now let's talk about your crimes," he declared while looking at me.
He still feels alien to me. He looks like a totally different person. Soulless eyes, intimidating expression-less face, and an authoritarian stance.
He exudes an aura of a distant and cold monarch. Worse than that of the former king.
"At a very young age, you became part of an insurrection, which makes you a rebel."
"Your Majesty, please take into consideration that she was very young. She was manipulated," Berlin cordially interjected.
"You are also guilty of all the robbery you partook with. For faking your identity as a calligrapher and for tampering with the national records of identification."
"Members of your organization who helped you live out your fake identity will also receive their punishment."
