The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 165 - 123: Is Law the King of the Country? (5217)_3

Chapter 165: Chapter 123: Is Law the King of the Country? (5217)_3

This little matter before the court session was resolved in an instant.

Inwardly, Ivita praised Lady Alice’s problem-solving abilities.

Ivita was always worried about the trouble the Old Witch would cause. This guy, apart from dealing with himself, basically does as he pleases.

Thankfully, the trial was starting soon.

The mayor, acting as the judge for this important court session, appeared in a solemn judge’s robe. The outfit was primarily grey and cumbersome, looking like a cloak.

He loudly declared the commencement of the court session, and everyone present stood up.

This seemed to symbolize that everyone present respected the judge’s verdict.

Ivita, conforming to local customs, stood up to find that the Old Witch was still sitting down, curiously looking all around. He hastily pulled her to her feet.

The bishop, Parviga, sitting next to the judge, was also standing up temporarily. What do you mean by still sitting there?

However, probably because of Ivita’s face, the people around didn’t say anything.

The trial procedure was very fast, and in Ambros of this time, laws haven’t been separated into civil and criminal, so the procedure was rather simple.

However, as a matter of process, lawyers were still appointed for these people.

The public attorneys appointed by Ambros hardly made any defense for these defendants who took part in the mutiny, admitting their guilt outright.

Therefore, as each person took the stand, the judge instantly declared they had betrayed Ambros and Parviga, then allowed the jury to make some symbolic decisions, after which they were sentenced to death on the same day.

Ivita let out a sigh and, on the piece of paper handed to him, wrote his opinion on the list of all of the defendants currently on trial - agree to death penalty.

It would seem that this court was rather primitive and not what Ivita had thought before coming here.

Next to him was a rich merchant, wearing a long white robe and a waistcoat, with a blue sapphire ring and an emerald green ring on his hand, and a silver pin on his chest. Hearing Ivita’s sigh, the merchant asked, "Disappointed?"

"This is usually how it goes in the courts of Ambros."

"The pompous judges and attorneys usually have city officials, even laborers, act as stand-ins."

"The jury and this court act more like witnesses."

"Looking at those applauding the death sentence, are they enjoying the spectacle or do they value the law?"

"The right to a fair trial is the most fundamental right of all citizens, but the people of this city do not cherish this sacred power."

Ivita was stunned and asked the wealthy merchant next to him, "May I ask, where are you from?"

"I come from the Commercial Republic, I’m a fur trader. My name is Margli." Margli replied with a smile, "But it’s been four years since my last trip home."

"I have heard about you, Lord Ivita."

"If you were in the Aristocratic Commercial Republic, you would definitely experience the majesty of the law."

"There, the lawyers and the court are not just for show."

"There, the law is the King of the Republic!"

Ivita nodded.

At this time, Lord Prole was brought forward by the guards. Unlike the crestfallen prisoners, for some unknown reason, Lord Prole had an evil smile plastered on his face, as if he was about to witness a good show.

Upon seeing the two lawyers behind Lord Prole, Margli’s face started to look strange. He whispered to Ivita, "Those are Florcana’s lawyers."

"That’s odd."

"Those troublemakers even took up a case like this. Lord Ivita, prepare for a show."

The Old Witch suddenly looked up at Lord Prole, furrowing her brow, "Your Honor, something’s not right with that guy. He’s got something extra on him that I can’t quite put my finger on. There’s something off about that old man."

Lord Prole was brought up to the dock by the guards, and he suddenly started whistling and swaying his head. "So are you planning to sentence me to death today?"

"Ha ha ha...."

"You probably can’t."

The mayor, acting as the judge, looked at him darkly. He banged the table, quieting the noisy citizens around.

The mayor started to scoff. "Here, you are still defiant. I declare your death sentence immediately."

The two lawyers from Florcana opened their mouths. "Please wait a moment. Our client has not violated the laws of Ambros."

"You cannot sentence him to death."

The whole court roared again.

Ivita frowned. Is this permissible?

An outright plea of not guilty!

The mayor scoffed, "Three days ago, this man led troops in an attempted coup at the city hall, seen by many, yet you still attempt to deny it."

"Furthermore, he hired assassins from the Little Brotherhood and killed people in broad daylight."

"Many people saw this too."

"In addition, Baron Ivita personally witnessed these obvious attempts at treason. Still, it has not violated the laws of Ambros?"

The two lawyers from Florcana didn’t change expressions. "We have ample evidence to show that Lord Prole was actually coerced into doing all this in his name."

"This is Lord Prole’s oral testimony."

"We also have witness testimonies. We can invite them up to the stand to testify. They can confirm that Lord Prole was under the threats of Viscount Winchester and the local nobles of Parviga."

"The Lord is also a victim."

"He’s a suffering man too!"

"Like many victims here, he was persecuted by the nobles, and he will follow in the footsteps of our Lord Ivita in the future to assist the city council of Parviga!"

"Our evidence is sufficient to explain that the Lord is indeed a victim."

After those so-called witnesses had taken the stand, confusing black and white.

The mayor’s face turned completely black.

Ivita didn’t expect something like this to happen.

Because the defense lawyers had previously given up defending, much of the process was merely going through the motions, meaning death sentences could be promptly carried out.

Only when it came to the Lord did the situation take a turn due to Florcana’s lawyers’ manipulation of the facts.

The Old Witch chuckled. "I told you that Florcana’s lawyers were remarkable."

"Last time, it was due to them that I was cleared of charges on the spot in court."

"Although they could be reckless in their actions, they can only act so extremely in these extremely serious cases. It’s like treating a dead horse as if it were still alive. Maybe they might actually convince the court."