"Please sentence the defendant who seriously injured thirty people while hunting humans to 15 years in prison."
I nodded at the inspector's suggestion.
Didn't they give him 10 years for breaking your arm in the Parviant Farm incident?
Considering that this was an incident where thirty people were whipped, this was an extremely lenient punishment.
One, Alonzo's eyes were filled with hope. A tall tower of papers piled on the bench.
I guess he's hoping for a baptism of petitions. But the results were not going to change.
'Yeah. Don't change it.'
I sentenced him to 15 years in prison, just as the prosecutor had demanded.
"No way!"
Alonzo's single scream was heard, but the trial was already over.
If he don't accept it here, the only way is for the Emperor to come out in person.
Would Count Braden really shake hands like that?
