When Jason Malvain's name was announced, everyone instinctively turned toward the entrance.
A handsome man with glasses and a stern expression walked into the courtroom.
Beside him walked a beautiful woman. Her long, dark brown hair fell down her back, with both sides neatly braided, giving her a soft, feminine look.
She wasn't very tall, but she had a well-proportioned figure beneath her black formal suit.
Her name was Sherly, and she was Jason Malvain's defense attorney for this trial.
Jason's arrival immediately darkened the expressions of the southern nobles.
To most of them, Jason wasn't just another noble—he was their leader.
Yet now, he stood before the court as the defendant. The sight left them feeling both angry and humiliated.
They glanced at the nobles from the eastern and northern regions, only to be met with mocking looks.
Jason and Sherly walked toward Ragan and the two senior judges.
Jason gave a slight bow. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty and Your Honors."
