The Archangel of Death - Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Do Not Read
Chapter 5

“Where are the books?” The red-haired woman asked.

“…” I remained silent to her question.

“Where are the books, you bastard?!” The red-haired woman yelled once again, emitting a wave of mana which was a bit too lethal for me.

“Kugh!” I fell to my knees as the massive damage from the mana wave struck my organs. Thankfully, my life wasn’t in danger, but the pain in my intestines was massive.

“…” Still, I remained silent. I had nothing to say to the woman who had declined my mercy. There was no longer a need to comply with any of her demands or try to reason with her.

She wouldn’t kill me because if she wanted to, she would have already done so long ago. The hatred in her eyes; I could tell she didn’t want me to die so easily.

“Tch!” She clicked her tongue and contained herself. She took a deep breath to calm herself before she looked at the guards with her and said, “Take him to the church to be judged. As for the rest of you, check the cell and find me the books.”

“Yes, Lady Michelson!” The guards complied in unison, and three of them took me away while three remained behind with the red-haired woman to check my cell for the remains of the books.

Too bad they wouldn’t find any.

I was taken outside under the gaze of some servants who only held scorn for me in their eyes. I couldn’t spot pity in the eyes of anyone I came across.

Outside on the road, there was a carriage already waiting. I wasn’t taken via the path of the mansion, so I couldn’t see what kind it was, but given how much we had to walk along the wall of the mansion, it must be a giant one.

As we arrived before the carriage, one of the guards opened the door while the other poked with a spear in his hands to nudge me forward. I entered the carriage and sat on the seat in the middle while two guards flanked me and one sat close to the door.

The journey was gone in total silence, and once the carriage stopped after about half an hour of travel, the carriage door was opened from the outside, and the guards began to exit. The one on my left remained inside and nudged me once again to get out.

As I came out, the first thing I was met with was a rotten tomato. Not just one either, a rain of garbage overwhelmed me as the guards took cover behind their shields, taking me with them as well.

From the angry crowd, I was able to pick phrases along with rotten tomatoes and eggs, such as…

“Die! You traitorous bastard!”

“How could you do that to your own father?!”

“You took a great liege away from us!!!”

I could only sigh in response as I was taken inside a clear, pristine building made of white marble with not a single blemish anywhere to be seen. I already didn’t smell good after three years of filth, now with the added stench of tomatoes and eggs, I was a presence to outright avoid.

Still, I wasn’t bathed. I was taken just as I was, without any sort of consideration for my appearance. We arrived before a giant square door that no doubt led to somewhere giant no doubt.

No one had to tell me where it led. I knew perfectly well what lay beyond that door. A judgment hall.

The judgment hall where my fate would be decided.

The two guards on both sides of me moved to open the door, and the door that seemed heavy enough for even a hundred people to have difficulty opening opened without any hitch, and light assaulted my senses from beyond.

I closed my eyes involuntarily, but I wasn’t given enough time to get used to it as the guard behind me nudged with his spear once again.

I didn’t know when I would return to this place, but whenever I would, I’d definitely shove that bastard’s spear up his special place.

As I entered, I saw scores and scores of people behind the stands. Unlike the common people who were yelling outside, the people inside were clean and civilized. But the looks of disgust and scorn were ten times worse than the commoners outside.

I was taken to the platform in the middle of the room. Once I climbed it, the guards chained me to it and then left.

I looked around the chamber to find people in various outfits and statuses. It wasn’t hard to tell they were sitting according to their ranks from right to left, as they got closer to the judges’ panel.

Not one person was on my side in the room. There were some, such as the woman with sky blue eyes, who held nothing but indifference in their eyes. At least they didn’t hate me, but there were hardly ten such people in the room.

The most hate I picked up, though, was from two people. The red-haired woman wasn’t here yet, but the two children who had pure hate for me resembled her to a great degree.

Her children, no doubt. One of them was a little over sixteen, and the other was probably my age. The latter was a girl with black hair just like mine. The boy possessed red hair like his mother, though.

Once I was done with the analysis, I turned to the judges’ panel, where three old men sat behind a panel.

Behind them was a statue of a woman who held a scale in her hand, her eyes closed. One could say justice was blind. It would perfectly fit the situation.

“We are gathered here to deliver the goddess of justice’s judgement upon the accused, Alucard Michelson.” The old man in the middle spoke, his expression as stoic as it could be.

“First order of business, the noble title of accused shall be stripped as he stands on the platform to be judged. From now on, the accused shall not be addressed as a noble.” The old man on the left spoke.

Then, the old man on the right followed, “Convict Alucard, you have been brought before the great goddess of justice, Tamara, on the account of conspiracy to murder. There is clear evidence that you contributed greatly to the death of the Duke Joshua Michelson. There is also evidence that you tried to remove his legitimate children by assassination. Do you deny these charges?”

“…” I remained silent. No matter what I said, the sentence wouldn’t change. The verdict had already been decided.

Justice was indeed blind.

But…

Not for very long.

“Do you have anything to say in our defense?” The old man in the middle asked.

I looked at him and simply said, “Stop.”

“Stop?” The old man on the right asked.

“Yes. Stop.” I calmly replied, “Whatever is going on. Whatever schemes you have planned. Discard them and let me go.”

“Do you wish to plead?” The old man in the middle asked with a frown.

“No.” I simply replied, “I’ve said it to the red-haired woman, too. Let me go and stop whatever it is you’re doing. If you do so, I’ll spare you. If you don’t, then all those involved will die. If not today, then tomorrow, if not tomorrow, then a week later, or a month, or a year, or a decade, but know this…”

I looked the old man in the middle deep in the eyes and said, “I’ll bring judgment upon all of you.”

“…” Silence enveloped the room. Some were shocked, no, almost everyone was shocked. How could a boy who was as scrawny and powerless as I, and soon to die, hurl such threats?

The old man in the middle exhaled deeply before he said, “So you refuse to repent.”

He then looked at his fellows one by one before he looked at me and delivered my sentence, “In the light of the evidence and your refusal to repent, in the presence of the great goddess of justice, Tamara, I sentence thee—”

“You know…” Before he could finish, I spoke out loud, not loud enough, but my voice was enhanced by spiritual power that took my voice to every corner of the room.

“HOW DAR—!!!” The old man on the left was about to yell at my interjection, but I continued regardless.

“My master used to say that if a matter doesn’t get solved in the high court, you can take it up to the Supreme Court. His words were strange and I didn’t understand any of them until he told me, ‘There is always a sky above the sky’.”

I looked at the old men who were fuming in anger before I looked at the statue behind them and said, “You can hear me, can’t you, you useless bit*h?”

“…” Once again, silence, but this time the shock in the room was immense.

“Kill him!!!!” The old man in the middle yelled, and out of nowhere, a man in white armor jumped at me, his sword aimed straight for my neck.

But…

It was too late.

I turned to look at the statue behind the old men, its eyes open and glowing white.

“Looks like justice is no longer blind.”

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