Needless to say, my gavel didn't hit Skyler in the head. All it did was destroy the neat steps at the entrance to the correctional headquarters.
One effect was clear.
"Huh!"
"Ugh!"
Skyler was startled and fell over, and people poured out of the building. The stairs, made of solid rock, were reduced to ruins, leaving everyone breathless. It was quite satisfying to see them all curled up together with that guy.
"Ugh! What kind of guy is that…? Huh! Y-Your Highness the Duke of Carriers?"
I grabbed Holt Almeida by the collar as he ran out of the room.
The face that had been twisted so ominously straightened out as if it had been ironed. It must have been a long and windy day because the mere head of the correctional headquarters went against the ruling of the highest judge.
However, he didn't look terrified.
The emperor was indifferent to this matter, and the two noble factions joined forces to push it forward.