Marquis Levant, pen in hand, jotted something on the document before him and reported to Inferinos in a brisk, businesslike tone.
“It’s old and of little use, so I’ll have it sent to the man-eating flower farm to be used as fertilizer.”
Worse than a death sentence. Truly, this place was hell.
Despite a thousand souls packed into the space, an eerie silence fell. Taking advantage of the courtroom-like hush, the summary trials continued.
“Next. The accused, Burden Volcam.”
“Y-Yes…!”
Marquis Levant, satisfied by the hearty answer, read out the details on the document.
“Male, 38. Occupation: chimney sweep. Grew up under poor parents but did not go badly astray, still living dirt-poor to this day. Timid personality, never harmed or inconvenienced others, but because his own life is harsh, he is stingy in helping others. At age 10, he emptied all 15 silver of his allowance into a relief donation box and has regretted it ever since, never donating a single coin again. Is that…