Chapter 33 Fitran Memories (4)
"...You have no right to judge me," Fitran said softly, bound to a steel chair, his faint smile revealing a deep sense of helplessness in the terrifying situation, like a child caught red-handed stealing candy, creating an image that emphasizes the absurdity of power at that moment.
His left eye was covered with a black cloth, and his body was covered in bruises. Beside him stood a masked executioner, wielding a heavy club. At the far end of the circular room, an old man in a purple robe nodded slowly. His hands trembled, yet he still issued the command:
"Proceed."
THUD! A powerful blow struck Fitran's stomach, producing a sound that resonated throughout the room.
Their voices resembled the roars of wild beasts echoing, adding a layer of terrifying atmosphere to the unforgettable experience of the spectators, creating a blend of helplessness and thrill. The audience in the stands jolted, caught between horror and exhilaration, as the thin line between fear and pleasure began to blur on their faces.
"Are you connected with the Zira rebel group?" the Judge asked, his voice tense and heightening the already oppressive atmosphere of the courtroom.
"We have traced the magic from the location, and your magical presence can still be felt there," he stated firmly, his sharp gaze filled with suspicion. "Why would a knight, sworn to serve the kingdom, be involved in this?" The judge reminded, his voice echoing in the silent courtroom, that the bodies of the rebels were left to rot in silence, becoming prey for beasts or scavengers, emphasizing the brutality faced by those who opposed and creating a strong warning for others in society not to dare confront the kingdom's deadly wrath.
Fitran smiled once again, the grin not entirely sincere. His expression seemed to disregard everything happening around him, creating an apathetic aura amidst the tense atmosphere of the courtroom.
"It's my duty as a paladin," Fitran replied, his voice succinct yet carrying a cold tone that reflected his indifference. "As a defender of justice," he added, delivering each word with a weight that was etched on his face.
This propelled the entire courtroom into chaos, whispers and rumors spreading like wildfire, further heightening the already oppressive tension in the room.
The courtroom of Gaia is adorned with a magnificent circular shape, placing the accused at the center of the arena, as if becoming the haunting focal point of all attention. Beneath their seats lies a pit known as Schacht des Fluches—the terrifying pit of curses. The presence of mysterious creatures lurking in its depths remains a riddle, while the echo of screams, scattered remnants of bones, and the dripping of blood serve as tangible evidence of the horrors that lurk below.