“State your name for the court!” The loud clerks voice somehow hitting the room resonance frequency, shaking dust out the seamlessly clean courtroom.

Standing up from my chair, rattling my chains I look straight at the clerk. “Ronald, Ronald Theodore.” Finishing my bit, I prepared to sit down and wait out this fiasco before the piercing look of both the clerk, guards and Plaintiffs stopped me in my tracks.

*Cough, cough* “Sorry gentlemen is there a problem?” The looks on there faces painting my words mad. “Yes, many, but three main issues first.” The princes lawyer stating, stretching out his hands before standing out of his seat.

“For one what in the worlds is [Ronald], how could a hero have a shepherds name?” His voice showing is incredulity at the thought. “Secondly you must add your station to your name, so you would at the very least add Sir.” Ok that’s some nice advice actually and culture difference. “And thirdly...”

The lawyer looked around as if unsure on his point, the pause felling more out of second thoughts than for the dramatic. “Your surname is not applicable, legally speaking, heroes usually take their summoners and or location instead.” The shameful/bashful look showing that yes, my surname doesn’t mean anything to this people and that yes, I’m expected to change it.

My face to that information looked like it been hit by a lemon seasoned frying pan, my own lawyer copying the gesture. “My clients [Summoner] in this case is a ritual being, as such until it takes a surname my client has both no obligation on name to take.” Were my lawyers clipped reply, his face retuning to normal as it seemed to dawn on him the answer.

A silence went through the room before the clerk called out. “Can you please state your name for the court?” His voice coming out more as question than an order this time. Humoring him I responded. “I am Sir Ronald Sir Ronald Theodore the apparent hero of obsession.” That truly broke the silence the jury going absolutely berserk at my reveal.

*Clack, clack * “Silence! I will have order in this courtroom!” The judges hammer causing even more dust to somehow materialize above into the spotless room. Calming down the jury entered a period of quiet whispering, to quiet for me to hear but the general gist being a mix of both joy and horror. “Good, let us start by declaring the accuser for the record and get this over with.” The bored and resigned tone of the judge obviously not going well to the now huffing prince.

“This is justice!” The tiny gremlin shouts. “Yes, yes your highness.” The answer by the judge only fanning the flames. *Humph* “I am prince Gerick Rebuke the first in line to the throne, and I accuse this hopples slob of a man of high treason.” That shit did a nose turn, the fucking balls I’m going to legally rip hip a new one.

“Yes, with what proof?” Judges question causing stumble as the prince lowered himself into his set. Pointed look answering many questions in my mind except the one the man asked. Drawing a finger back to stars a who knows how long tirade against me he is stopped by the sound of the judge’s hammer. “He is a hero, yes?” pointing said hammer at me. “He was summoned yesterday evening?” The hammer now vibrating in his grasp. “So, to all that holy, tell me boy, how did he treason in less than two days?”

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The Judges is now sporting a new pair of veins, his voice has had that constant volume never raising, yet I could feel my bones buckle as he spoke. “His predecessor.” The prince answer making the jury to once again explode as they theorized the prince’s angle, my favorite being he was trying to gain the attention of some divine body to anoint him as a paladin. Wouldn’t have worked, now deity as far I’ve found would have tolerated his existents let alone priesthood.

“Can you elaborate on that please.” The judge’s demeanor completely changing into that of professionalism. Considering the claim, I would too. “Heroes are summoned in sets, as such when one of the causes troubles is it not the summoners and summoned fault, no?” My eyes widened at the dribble, he wanted to blame three separate mass murders spilt over two-hundred years max on to my back. Looking back, I can see a very distraught judge though a thoughtful look crossed his eyes. Shit.

Leaving her station, she, pulled out a book bigger than my torso and stated. “Well If you would be so kind as to point where such a law exists?” Her hinger skimming the many bookmarks that poke out the book’s edges. “Summoning paragraph for all subsumed country’s chapter 4, chapter 5,8 an 9 for the rest.” His lawyer said puling a stack of documents out of his clearly magical suitcase before stating. “the lists of punishments are listed at the back at their own corresponding pages.”

The smell of old paper and ink fills the room as the judge pull opens the book a torrent of dust a falling before magically being erased in front of my eyes. At least that explained how the rooms is so clean. Reading through the massive book took the judge no time and by the and slammed it shut before taking out some parchments and writing something down. The anticipation in the room was palatable the only sound being shallow breathing and the furious scribbling of the judge.

“Done, after tallying the total infractions, Sir Ronald would have if your claim was taken at face value, three-thousands years of isolation in the dungeon.” The collective breath was being held by the largest [but] I have ever felt. “But you have missed every situational issue he is facing, from not even existing as theses atrocities committed to the fact they were all summoned by both different individuals, organizations, and countries.” The breath that was left out of everyone could have powered a wind mill, everyone except of the prince whose huffing could have destroyed it and the surrounding villages on his own.

“I’m sorry your honor!” The princes lawyer making herself known again. “But I highly doubt even if we had given the accused pardons from all the country’s he would still have a few hundred years in jail, could you elaborate?” Her question filled with a deep shame yet reflected deep need to know. “Correct.” The judge said adjusting her glasses. “For Fire, we have third times summoner removal, a third, then two-hundred-year gap which quarters, then we have enough summoner negligence to third the sentence again…” She continues as she pulled out a the scribbled-on parchment.

‘’This in total is about 10 years, specifics can be hashed out later, all heroes that’s 30 years and with the new rules for heroes first felony we can wave this straight int the trash.” The look on the prince was priceless. I was about to hug my lawyer before a rowdy chuckle came from the Plaintiff seats. Turning around I can see him hunched over giggling like a mad man, standing up faster than my eyes can catch up he smiles a devilish smile.

“The rule was only passed by the royals under the condition they are kept safe.” His words vibrating with untamed glee locking around I found similarly to my own shocked face as the end result. The judge of all things shrugged at the loop hole and said. “I am sorry Sir Ronald by law you are sentenced to 30 years of isolation in the dungeon.” Escape plans flashed thou my mind as my eyes darted all over the courtroom. “Or the equivalent.” Those words broke me out of my self-heist haze as the words sinked into the poor excuse for grey matter.

Turning to my stunned impromptu lawyer and shook her out of it asking with almost equal madness to the prince. “Equivalent!?!”