**”How did it come to this?”
“In this divine trial, no protest from the defendant will be considered! The only truth is the result shown by the mirror of Pravajustia, one of the seven gods, the god of judgment and justice!”
Some fancy-looking old man is yelling in front of me.
The space is incredibly luxurious, a cathedral I’ve been to once before. There are statues of goddesses—seven of them, plus one headless statue.
Wow, this feels like something from overseas.
“Fellow church members gathered here! Now, let us recount the tragedy that occurred yesterday!! The evil plot that unfolded on the auspicious day of the Reincarnated Hero’s noble departure! And the church’s justice, which uncovered this plot!”
Hmm… What do I do now?
When I woke up this morning, I found myself already captured. My arms and legs are bound with some strange shackles, so I can’t move. In this kind of situation, it’s usually like… yeah, I bet I can’t use my magical powers either…
“Look at that homeless wretch… how pitiful they look.”
“I heard they killed Grellod , the head of the homeless, and then went to work in the fields.”
“Could they be possessed by a demon? They don’t seem normal, with those eyes…”
Oh, I can use my powers. So…
—Should I kill them?
“!?!!??”
“Hey! They’ve put a magic-sealing shackle on that homeless one, right?”
“Yes, of course. Even though they’re a G-rank piece of trash, they’re still gifted. We can’t afford to take any chances.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then fine. Maybe I just imagined it…”
No, no, wait. Killing them all on the spot might be too rash.
Some of the faces here are familiar, too.
The people gathered in what looks like the spectator seats, staring down at me.
They’re my classmates.
Come on, everyone’s dressed in their fantasy outfits. And here I am, still in ragged clothes—how embarrassing.
“Is it really him who did this to us?”
“They say he’s the one who brainwashed Lady Snow.”
“And that he was going to offer us to the Goddess of Death…”
“Hey, that homeless guy, in the past… he did some… things to us multiple times…”
“I knew it, he’s always been a weirdo.”
“Dammit, what a joke. That’s why I tried to…”
They’re really bad-mouthing me, huh. Wait, does this make me look like the villain?
“Silence. We shall now recount the crimes committed by this individual. First, the accused, Castanita Kihito, kidnapped and abducted the Reincarnated Hero, who was attending the send-off ceremony at this cathedral for their enrollment in the Magic Academy.”
‘That is correct.’
A purple mirror. The reflection in it speaks.
“Next, Castanita Kihito somehow constructed a magical barrier on Grellod Majarm’s farm and murdered Grellod Majarm within the barrier. Is this correct?”
‘That is correct.’
What… is this?
What am I even looking at? Is this farce of a trial really proceeding based on the nonsensical conversation between this pathetic old man and that ridiculous mirror?
Even in this messed-up, caste-based fantasy world, there’s no way something like this—
‘Therefore, the sentence is death.’
This is a joke of a trial.”
