As I stepped into the Imperial Court of Romus jeers began to sound out around me.

I am currently escorted by two guards wearing plate armour and carrying spears. In front of me was a man wearing high class clothings representing me in this hearing.

Strangely enough the justice system here is similar to the one back in the old world

As I stepped into the court I looked around and took in my surroundings

The court is mainly a rectangular room filled with seats on all four sides. The people coming here to witness my prosecution are either citizens of the Capital or nobles.

In the middle were three raised platforms. The first raised platform was the lowest which is the one that I'm gonna be standing on. The second was neither high nor low it's "just right", the judges seating in the second platform were the judges elected from the lesser nobles and the the third was the highest and the ones seated there were the judges from the high court, the very judges who judge the nobles.

Since I've killed someone who is of noble blood my case is pretty huge.

"The defendent, Pual of Dórsk, is present. Your Honorables." The man wearing the high class clothings announced my arrival to the high judges.

High judges in this world are addressed as "Your Honor". While the normal judges are called "Mr. or Ms/Mrs." The judges around here are normally dressed in a white robe.

"The Defendant, Pual of Dórsk, what do you have to say about your actions? The only reason why you are not yet executed without trail is your claim of being related to nobility. Is that true?" One of the high judges asked me.

While I was travelling in a prison caravan I made a mess of the fact that I'm related to nobility. Fed up with me making a mess of things the guards decided to do a blood test on me to humour me.

What they did was that they took out a peice of paper with a magic circle drawn on it. They then pricked my figner with a knife causing blood to to drip onto the magic circle.

If the magic circle shines I'm nobility, if it doesn't I'm a commoner "filth".

Hearing that claim numerous gasps and loud whispers sounded around me.

"Order! Order in the court!" A judge sitting below the high judges slammed a wooden mallet against a peice of wood producing a loud noise which could even be heard over the gasps and loud whispers.

The sudden noise cut through the court which caused the audience to be quiet.

"Yes, your honor. I am indeed nobility. In fact, your honor, I'm a bastard."

That proclamation caused a ripple throughout the crowd.

Again one of the judges hammered the wooden mallet against a wooden pad while shouting for order in the court.

"The evidence?"

"Here, your honor." One of the guards stepped up and offered it to one of the attendants standing beside the judges who then passed it on to one of the high judges.

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"Hm... How long has it been glowing now?"  the judge asked the man wearing high class clothings.

"For at least a day now, your honor."

"Hmm... And who's aura is it?"

"....." The man hesitated.

"Well?"

"His Royal Highness, Duke Leon Francis of Arlington. Your Honor."

Gasps went through the crowd again. After all my biological father, Leon, is a very influential man. Heck, he is even seen as a flawless man around here and him committing adultery? That's like thinking that pigs could fly.

After about thrity more minutes of negotiations and questioning I got my verdict.

"Pual of Dórsk, for your crime of murdering James Wright of Dórsk, the Imperial Court of Romus finds you..." The judge announcing my verdict paused and looked around at the other judges before nodding his head.

While he was doing so I'm just standing on the raised platform just wishing that he will hurry up with my verdict soon.

"Guilty, and you are hereby sentenced to 20 years in the labour camps."

At first I was shocked at what I've heard but soon I recovered from the shock. 20 years doing free labour? Hell no. I began to protest but as I was about to do so a man from the audience stood up and shouted out soemthing quite puzzling.

"Your Honorables! If I may."  The man gestured to the high judges.

"Continue" One of the high judges gestured with his hand.

"I would like to take the the defendant under my wing, your honorables."  

"You may not, Lord Edward Francis. I am aware that you are the cousin of Duke Francis."

Hearing that my eyes went to the man's face. He looked a little bit like me. Blonde hair, a sharp face, ice blue eyes aand a skinny figure.

"But the defendant stated that he fought in a duel with the victim. Your Honor."

"A duel which no one saw."

"A duel which I fought fairly your honor." I decided this was the perfect opportunity for me to interfere.

"That's utter nonsense boy, Lord James is a capable fighter and magician as well. There's no way a boy like you who had no training in fighting and someone who is not versed in magic is able to kill him. You either had a dirty trick behind your back or you had an accomplice."  

"Well then, your honor, would you like a first hand demonstration?" I put on a cold stare and stared straight into the high judge's soul.

Feeling the gaze the high judge hesitated and then sighed and conceeded to the demands of Lord Edward Francis, my uncle, and handed me to him.

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A/N: Now that the MC is going to be living with his relative there's going to be a little of bit politics going on in the next chapter.