The judge struck his Bone Gavel.
"Mr. Toxic Umbrella, your complaint is solely your own perspective, adorned with excessive hyperbolic terminology. It seems you do not quite comprehend the meaning of objectivity. As for my new defendant, Mr. Plague Doctor, you may state the facts and provide evidence to refute Mr. Toxic Umbrella's viewpoint, of course, you also need to understand the legal basis underpinning Mr. Toxic Umbrella's accusation against you."
"Your Honor, have I violated any regulations?"
"The Modified Creatures Protection Law." The judge handed Lyle a scroll of parchment. As the ribbon was untied, the meter-long leather rolled onto the floor. At the top was written "Modified Creatures Protection Law," the text emitting a cold white light across the parchment, carrying a deathly magical aura.
"Spirit Summoning Studies?"
