We entered a hall that resembled a stage of a round parliament. There were audience seats rising high all around us, with a special lodge right in the middle. There were about a hundred seats and no empty ones. Those in the audience wore black togas, with the exception of those in the lodge, who wore togas in a bloody-red color. There were five dressed in red, and they seemed to be some kind of special group of judges, while the rest must have been the court representatives.
No one in the audience was staring at me as intently as the one judge seated in the lodge's main seat. It was a woman, a beautiful woman with blonde, almost white hair and crystal cold eyes. She seemed extremely fierce. Her intimidating gaze made me flinch the second our eyes met. Strangely, at the same time, I didn't feel hostility coming from her. What I saw in her eyes could be described as a peculiar kind of curiosity. At one moment, she smirked at me. I gasped, feeling slightly awkward, then I looked away from her, turning my eyes to Sariel. He glared at the female judge, then he pulled my hand, leading me to the table on the right side of the courtroom.
Only then did I feel the ominous stares stabbing the back of my head like sharp knives coming from the left side of the room. I turned my head towards where the source of the emitted hatred was and saw a group of seven distinguished vampires sitting at the table opposite to the one Sariel sat. Judging from their attitude, it was my presence that was an eyesore for them. I could imagine them standing up from their seats and spitting my way to demonstrate the level of their disdain.
"Sit down," Sariel commanded, pulling my hand towards a seat on the left side of him.
I obeyed him silently. I hoped not to piss anyone off while being in the room full of vampires.
Mr. Gotha sat at Sariel's right side and handed him a folder with some documents. Sariel flipped through the files, then put them away, and sighed. Only when I clearly heard his heavy breath filling the room did I realize the whole audience remained silent. I gazed nervously at Sariel and saw a slight smirk on his face. He then slowly turned his head towards the female judge and nodded, and she replied by nodding back at him. Seeing it happen, I understood that the whole room solely waited for the Duke's permission to begin.
"The Great Council is now opening the session," the female judge announced in a strict tone of her voice.
With her words, the soft murmurs spread throughout the room. Those sitting at the opposite table kept staring at me, contempt embroidered on their faces. Their stares were becoming more overwhelming by the second.
"The House of Adragna has been accused of organizing illegal auctions, human trafficking, and selling illegal goods. Marquess Henri Adragna, with sons: Georges Adragna, Pierre Adragna, Arthur Adragna, Claude Adragna, and Julien Adragna, how do you plead?" the judge asked.
The seventh person sitting at their table turned out to be their defense attorney, but he looked as hateful as those whom he defended. He stood up.
"Not guilty, Your Honor," he called out loud.
His words caused a commotion. I saw most of the representatives sitting in the audience seats nodding their heads, clearly expressing their support for the defendants. I angrily clenched my fists, feeling how my blood was beginning to boil.
Sariel abruptly grabbed my fist and shoved it under the table, "Don't be so obvious with your emotions. Cold calculation is the key if you want them to pay," he whispered.
I nodded my head nervously.
"Relax." He smirked, "Don't open your mouth until I say so, and enjoy the show."
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