Chapter 57 - The Don And The Trial Of Injustice 4 (1/2)

As Hermes entered the room, every council member quietly glared at him with a stiff expression.

Chief Zamor, who was sitting in the middle, rested his arms on the table, and he sent the guards a hand signal to release him.

”Take a seat, Suspect 025,” said Chief Zamor with his forehead knitted, offering him the black single-seat chair in front of them. ”Well, thank you, chief,” Hermes answered willfully. He gently moved his feet at the chair and sat down. Then, he stretched his arms, and he massaged his stiff shoulders thereafter.

”Suspect 025, I know you're still young and novice in this situation. There are certain rules that you have to follow properly. Kindly remove your mask,” asked Chief Zamor sincerely. ”I'm sorry, but I can't,” Hermes humbly declined.

The chief's forehead creased as he refused his request.

”Suspect 025, we have a law here. Only an accessory, your clothes, and any tangible things are allowed. Your mask is only hindering our objective in this forum,” Chief Zamor explained. ”Then, I declare the mask as one of my clothes and accessory,” Hermes blatantly responded.

”You have no right to refuse, Suspect 025. You are obliged to follow my demand whether you like it or not. So, please take it off,” Chief Zamor affirmed, calmly. ”I don't mean to disrespect the position you are holding to. I know the law, chief. But your request is impossible. From what I know, a suspect has the right to declare anything in the article of the Civil Code. Declaring the mask as my accessory is still under the code, right? Therefore, the person who declared any tangible object as a personal accessory has the right to refuse. Unless otherwise, it is a weapon or tangible sharp objects like a knife, fork, ax, and saw,” Hermes answered with a brittle expression.

The atmosphere froze for a few minutes.

Everyone patiently waited for the chief to talk.

”Suspect 025, you are starting to disrespect not only me but also the law itself. In this room, the only person who has the highest position here is me. In other words, I'm the law, so please let me repeat myself again. Respect the law, and take the useless thing off,” Chief Zamor demanded ”I'm sorry. But I cannot,” Hermes sighed.

”Guards, remove the goddamn thing out of the goddamn criminal now,” Chief Zamor pointed his index at the object. ”Hays, I warn you. You will regret it later,” Hermes gave in and snorted.

As the guards touched his property, they dropped like a log on the floor. The impact echoed twice on the room.

All of them were bewildered, with exception of Hermes and the high priestess.

”W-w-what happened?” asked Chief Zamor with a perplexed expression. ”I told ya. You will regret it. Never mind, it's already happened, so let's say this is a short demonstration of its side effects. The mask contains the antigen that could stop the spread of a virus inside my body. So, now you know, people. I don't mean to scare everyone, so please calm down. Now, what? We have all witnessed its ability, so your honorable chief, I hope you will properly listen now. Please take note, sir. If you care about the safety of these innocent people, I advise rethinking your command for the last time. Every action comes at high risk. I know you don't wish to take the blame for the result of your decision, right?” Hermes explained.

'Touch this psychopath little girl or you'll pay a heavy price like death. Trust me, your meal earlier is your last. Choose wisely, people.'

”A-are they alive?” Chief Zamor worried. ”Rest assured. They are alive. Look, they are waking up,” Hermes pointed his jaw at the poor guards.

”Men, step away from the defendant. He needs space,” Chief Zamor instructed with a cold sweat. ”Yes, sir,” one of the guards responded, and they returned to their respective position behind the young Don's chair, two meters away.

”Gosh, this is tiring. You can keep the mask. Ilona, hand over the documents,” Chief Zamor commanded. ”Yes, chief,” Ilona followed.

One by one, the receptionist handed over the silver folder to their respective users.

”The folder contains the pictures and summarized criminal activity of the verdict. It is only 20 pages with an organized sentence structure of the case, so you can read it properly in just a few minutes. Everyone has only thirty minutes to review it, so I advise everybody to analyze the content properly, okay. Don't rush. Take your time,” Ilona instructed as she returned to her seat behind the chief's chair.

The council members opened the file, and they silently read the content.

Hermes crossed his arms across his chest, silently watched them in his position.

Thirty-one minutes later, the chief slammed the hammer that indicated the reviewal time had ended.

Chronologically, Richarde, Daliah, Ylla, Venus, Rafel were on the right corner of the crescent table, and Elder Kilo, Elder Wamo, Elder Damaso, and two empty chairs were on the left.

”Good evening, everyone. I apologize for what happened earlier. I don't mean to disturb everyone's personal activity, but this case needs to be done immediately. What is more, this is a sudden judicial trial to bring justice to the citizens of Neue Fiona. Yes, this is our... invictus event that's finally happening in our administration. No, this case is the priceless gift that the mighty God has ever given to us,” said Chief Zamor as he looked at the verdict with a disdainful gaze.

'This old man is angry inside, huh,' Hermes commented.

”People, witness a glimpse of the true identity of the public enemy of our territory. He... He is the madman we have loath so much for the past five years. The only person who keeps tormenting us with his power,” Chief Zamor added, clenching his fists tightly.

'Man, they are great at pulling the string behind the scene, huh. Great job, high elves. Our stupid chief is completely deceived, and I'm impressed. His anger blinded him too much, so this bastard already forgot his debt on me. Blasphemy, what an asshole. Unbelievable, I am very disappointed at your performance, chief. No wonder you are a disposable character after the end of the first installment,' Hermes sighed inside his head.

”Lend me your ears, people. This relic will show you the result of his answers. Listen carefully, don't miss a single answer. Ilona start the tape,” Chief Zamor instructed.

'Oof, wrong move, chief,' Elder Kilo's face was stiff with disapproval.

Chief Zamor was a man of action. He was an egoistic leader with pride and honor. Once he accumulated a shred of concrete evidence, he wouldn't hesitate to reveal the dark secret of his enemy in front of the public.

Specifically, the chief planned to use this event to show off. That he was the man who controlled the law and made himself looked great in front of the public.

'I'm sorry. I know we became friends, and you've never questioned my favor. But man, we are human beings. I am a man in need, and I am the order of the public. You have no longer the boss of this place. Me. I am now the boss, Hermes. Zamor Camelia is the boss now. You are nothing but a childish brat. You are also.... the boy who ordered to kidnap my beloved eldest daughter. That's why it is personal for me!' Chief Zamor gritted his teeth as he looked at the young Don angrily.

Everyone carefully listened to their conversation, and they failed to hear a single trace of anger and confession.

The chief looked disappointed at the result, whilst Elder Kilo covered his face after his brothers looked disappointed at this situation.

Ilona, on the other hand, was lost in words.

'Fuck this shit. What a useless people,' she said inside her head.

”Ilona throw this thing out of this room, please,” asked Chief Zamor, holding his temper. ”Y, yes, chief,” Ilona picked up the relic, she handed it over to the trusted servant, and she instructed her to return it in the archived room.

The temperature was cold, but the atmosphere was starting to heat up.

'I still have another trump card, kid. That one is a defective product, but this one I am hiding under my table is exceptional,” Chief Zamor smiled with a dark face.

”Sir. Aljen, before we discuss the case, do you have anything to say?” said Chief, smiling. ”None, chief,” Hermes shook his head once as he answered.

”I know we have a good time together. Are you really sure?” asked Chief Zamor. ”Yes,” Hermes answered in one word.

”You are allowed to confess everything, Suspect 025. I still want to hear your defense against the case. Please defend yourself,” Chief Zamor gently insisted.

The verdict sealed off his lips without saying a word. He cast a wry glance at the ladies on the corner, and the ladies waved a hand to say hello.

Venus caught his sight, and she signaled him to look at the object on the chief's table.

'I understand,' Hermes nodded.

'Your welcome,' Venus replied with a blooming smile.

'Just get married already, you goddamn lovers,' Ylla dropped a shoulder.

”Suspect 025, please speak, are you Hermes Archnemesis or not? Confess now,” Chief Zamor demanded. ”I am not... I mean it, I am... I am innocent. That's all, chief,” Hermes responded politely.

Everyone cast a curious glance at the table of their leader. The chief activated the white relic that he kept hiding in the secret drawer. Then, they silently waited for the relic to make a noise, but like the first one, it showed an unacceptable result.

Unfortunately, no sound crossed into their ears.

'W-w-what? Is he not the Hermes Archnemesis?' Chief Zamor turned blue after he said it inside his head.

'This is bad. What mad lad. The situation is going south. This jury is pretty useless when it comes to his mouth,' Elder Damaso clicked his tongue quietly.