Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

As everyone fell silent, they were ordered by the advisers to take their sits with them. The General Court was different from a tribunal in Casper's world. It didn't have benches to others sit during the judgments.

That one had only the Throne, where the encharged by the judge would sit, and the benches where the advisers would stay, though most of the time they preferred to be standing during the session. The respondent would be standing, facing the judge, on top of that red carpet, and just that.

Every single person who would be in a judgment wouldn't have someone like a lawyer to defend them or accuse them. The Judge would be encharged to expose the proofs that the advisors would give, and the respondent should be the one defending himself.

Judgment