High above in the judgment seat.
The Judge spoke with authority, a voice devoid of emotion slowly rising:
"Mr. Madlen, do you admit to having stolen Mr. Blake's treasure and using it in your factory's magic stone furnace to increase production?"
Madlen shook his head, "No, that treasure was left by my father. I only discovered by chance its power to purify magic stone powder. This can be proven by my father's diary."
The Judge frowned, "But your deposition contains a detailed account of your crime. You claim there's a diary to prove it, so please present your evidence."
Madlen opened his mouth, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.
After being arrested, his home had been thoroughly searched — what evidence could he possibly produce now?
As for the deposition, it was obviously written under duress.
The Judge sneered, "This is a court, where evidence is what matters, not merely your words."
