Eventually, the Marquis Yeats was brought to trial.
"We will now commence the trial of His Excellency, the Marquis Hugo Yates. Salute your honor."
Crazy, crazy! It looked no different than usual—spectators and court reporters paying respectfully. Even Judge Josep Padilla, who shouted in a loud voice, sat down. But the content was a bit strange.
"Your Majesty? Riot?"
Not only did he use honorifics for the defendant, but he omitted all the important details. If it were true, it would be correct to call it the special injury case of Hugo Yates.
I glared at Josef. As expected, the guy suddenly had a stinging expression on his face. He seemed to realize what I was trying to point out.
"Judge Padilla."
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Just follow the procedure. Who are you to change the name of the case?"
"…I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
