Judgment! It's Not My Fault the Transformation Takes Too Long

Then Osial felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. When he woke up, he was already in a place that looked like a theater, with something resembling a set of scales in front of it.

He knew this seemed to be that courtroom—or whatever opera house thing it was.

At the highest point sat a man who, for some reason, looked a little like an otter.

And at the highest point of the audience seats behind him sat the visibly weak Hydro Archon.

And below the stage... Huh? Why was my wife here?

Bache, who had split up with Osial to wander around and had heard there was a trial at the opera house, had come to watch the spectacle: So why are you the one on stage?

While Osial looked around aimlessly, Neuvillette on the stage was also reciting his crimes.

"Therefore, this gentleman not only dined and dashed, but also illegally entered Fontaine without an entry permit, along with members of the security force." (?ì_í?)

"Do you have any explanation for this, Mr. Osial?" (?ì_í?)

"What kind of nonsense is that? An explanation? What's there to explain?"

After listening to Neuvillette ramble on about a bunch of nonsense, Osial only felt a headache coming on.

"Me, the great Osial, needs an entry permit to come to your place?" m9(｀д′)!!!!

In Osial's eyes, he had come here to rule this place as its ruler.

Did the mortals of his own country dare ask him for some kind of permit?

Heh, did he need a permit to return to his own home?

"I see. Then, Mr. Osial, it appears that you have no defense whatsoever for your crimes. In that case, I believe we may proceed directly to sentencing." (?ì_í?)

Neuvillette lightly tapped the ground with his