Yeter, çeviriyorum.As Leo steadied himself on the horse's back, he became aware of what kind of symbol of power the animal beneath him actually was.This was one of Crimson Sand City's purebred horses, thick-necked and deliberate in its stride, pressing each hoof into the ground as if staking a claim to it. The mane was a deep brown that looked almost black in the sunlight.For a moment, Leo's mind drifted to the idea of buying a horse farm in the real world and bringing together different breeds from around the world. He and Hana could learn to ride together.Thinking of Hana, he realized he missed her, even though it hadn't been that long. After spending months on end with her, spending money and enjoying himself in a way that had started to feel genuinely paternal, the absence had more weight than he expected.He decided that when he came out of the simulation, he would spend at least a day getting closer to the original characters who had already arrived at the university, and if

I must be getting old.The thought passed through the great general's mind and left a mark as it went. The mark was small, but it was there.Then the great general looked away."Alright."He walked to the curtain, stopped, and spoke without turning around."Go to your room."Leo had planned to skip time once he lay down, but the moment he stretched out on the bed a profound exhaustion wrapped itself around his body. Apparently the repeated use of the time skip function had left him sleep-deprived without his noticing.After thinking about it briefly, he decided to simply sleep until morning.In the early hours, the palace corridors were quiet.As Leo walked beside the great general, he could hear their footsteps against the stone floor, steady and measured. The great general didn't speak. Leo didn't speak either. Everything that needed to be said had already been said.The corridors narrowed, then widened, then narrowed again. The interior of the palace was a kind of labyrinth, but th

"And when did the merchants bring these goods to market? We look at the same records." He opened another page. "The majority of the goods were put up for sale after they had begun to spoil. Which means the merchants hoarded the goods, hoarded them while people were starving, and sold them when the supplies were on the verge of rotting. Is that trade? Article 5 of Trade Law recognizes stockpiling as legal. That is correct. But Article 11 of the same law grants the state the right to intervene, because people lost their lives during this period of inaction."Leo paused."Before you is a second bundle of documents. This bundle contains the records of those who died in various districts of the city during the famine period. Their names, the dates, the causes of death. Starvation and diseases brought on by starvation." His voice didn't change, continuing in the same flat register. "Article 3 prohibits seizure without compensation. Article 11 grants the state the right to intervene in the f

"First district. Fourteen deaths. Cause: starvation and starvation-related illness. Second district. Twenty-two deaths. Same cause. Third district." He paused and looked up from the page. "I can continue reading, but I have no wish to take up the court's time unnecessarily. The total figure is written on the last page of this bundle."The scribes leaned forward almost simultaneously. One of them flipped quickly through the pages until he reached the last one. He stopped there. He looked at the person sitting beside him without saying anything."Article 5 recognizes stockpiling as legal. But Trade Law Article 11 is clear: if the inaction of a citizen endangers the lives of other citizens, the state intervenes. Stockpiling is legal. Allowing people to die while you wait for your goods to rot activates Article 11." Leo paused. "The great general acted within the scope of Article 11. Article 5 does not prevent this. The two articles do not conflict. They address entirely different situati

[You are 13 years old. The trial concluded in the great general's favor. The judge dismissed every charge and the great general was acquitted. But the real impact came not from the outcome of the trial but from the trial itself. Everyone who walked out of that hall was telling the same story: a twelve-year-old child had dismantled the kingdom's most experienced judge charge by charge, document by document, statute by statute, without his voice trembling once. And these words of praise were not coming from commoners. They were coming directly from the nobles. You had been so extraordinary that even your enemies couldn't stop themselves from speaking well of you.][Your story spread first through the streets of the capital, then reached the cities along the caravan routes, then descended to the villages. With each retelling something changed, in some versions your age shrank, in others the number of charges grew, but the essence remained the same. Those who know the law win. Those who d