right now a court hearing was being held in the hall of the Opera Epiclese. as the Hydro Archon of Fontaine, you sat strutting on your throne while a man of great suspicion tried desperately to beg for mercy. but the two of you immediately heard a loud voice.

"according to the judgement of the Oratric Mechanique D’Analyse Cadrinale, this person..."

Scaramouche, or the judge, sighed heavily, continuing with a serious expression on his face...

"...guilty."

you won another case.