Ragnar looked away and laughed at the sharp tongued sarcasm of Isaiah. "You know," he said. "There is not supposed to be room for any form of Earth-centric, human-centric beliefs in the UBM. Frigga is an Amphibian Draconian. His species exhibit sexual dimorphism, as humans do. If you are too dumb to understand that, then it means—""His species are both male and female in sexuality, is that not what you intend to say?" Isaiah interrupted him, completing his sentence for him.The crowd around them booed Ragnar and praised Isaiah. "I can't believe it," a man said. The new hot shot that just beat Frigga is actually smart."You're a smart one, I see," Frigga said. "That won't take you far around here. But carry on.""You could have just called him a Draconian from the beginning, man," Isaiah said, watching Ragnar closely. The man ignored him, turning to the other guards. "You men, take Frigga here to the infirmary to get him healed. Ragnar was about to leave when he spared the time to

A confused Isaiah could only stand flabbergasted at the three creatures. He had seen a lot of strange things in the past few days, but this was by far the strangest."My name is Zelon," the red Zemoth said. "And I will be advocating for your evil deeds.""My name is Xania," the blue Zemoth said. "And I will be advocating against your evil deeds." "My name is Nanix," the white Zemoth said. "And I will be the judge. You have no right to say anything except when spoken to. If you are anytime speak out of turn, you will be only adding more to your judgment. And I am sure you wouldn't want anything more adding to your sentence, or would you?"Isaiah cleared his throat, understanding that that was a queue for him to speak. "I do.""Okay. Now let the trial begin," the Zemot said.Isaiah readied himself for anything that ear going to be thrown to him in anyway. Even though it was unnecessary for him, since the court already had their own prescribed lawyers for him. He thought this was unfair

"You are not prescribed to ask your own questions," Ragnar said with a sneer. "Just answer my questions clearly."Sweat dripped down Isaiah's forehead. If he told the truth, Ragnar would know that he understood the nature of the trial was not to prove that he was infact guilty, but on whether he was good or evil. But again if he said no, Ragnar would know that he was lying. He had to go with the less risky option. The one that painted him as honest. But he knew that Ragnar was already aware of the turbulence ongoing within him at that point."I can sense that you are undergoing a lot of trouble answering my question," Ragnar said. His face was split in a smile. "Or should I give you a break?"Everybody else was reeled in by what was happening. The Zemoths were now very interested in what Isaiah would give as an answer. Nero too. Along with the sheer number of people watching the trial unfold."I did..." Isaiah said, about to add more to his statement when Ragnar interrupted him again

"I think we have understood you loud and clear what you mean and what your intentions are," Nanix said. "But we must remind you that we have a mission here at the Universal Bureau of Magic. And your guardian, as you have called her, Elena, is a threat to what we stand for. If you stand with her, you stand against us. It is either you cooperate and help us in our search to bring Elena to justice or we brand you as a criminal by association. Do you understand that or do I not make myself clear enough?"Isaiah did not give an answer. ‘This was not how I expected the trial to turn out.’ He thought it would end in him being either imprisoned for life, sentenced to death, or set free. He did not want to lead them on a mission searching for Elena. He was now in regret. Was there a way he could have ever made them believe that he was not with Elena? Of course not. They would have known he was lying. They would have been aware that he was not telling the truth. At least not with Ragnar ther

"I have not even asked you my question yet," Jenny struggled to say as Elena showed no sign of willingness to pay her some mind."You don't have to say it," Elena hissed. "I can tell what you want to ask me from how you breathe and that wild and desperate look in your eyes. You can't fool me. I've lived for more than two hundred years with many people like you who have tried to fool me. They are all dead, buried inside of the earth."Jenny gasped, steadying her feet on the stone path and trying not to be so overwhelmed by Elena's words and imposing personality."So now you know what I want to ask," she said bravely, choosing not to be so afraid of Elena. "So why don't you just answer?""I have no obligation to answer," Elena said, turning around as she started observing the walls of her house, running her fingers up and down their length. "And I suggest that you go. There is no reason for me to give an answer to a question like that.""What?" Jenny asked, clearly flabbergasted. "Why?