Professor Walt

Warden stared at the thick, metal-braced handcuffs, uncertain how to deal with this predicament.

"You can't be serious," Tifan shouted. "You want us to give ourselves up? We'd literally be powerless to the whims of some nobles if we let you cuff us."

Warden raised an eyebrow. He did notice something odd about the cuffs but didn't know they could be used to suppress spirit power. Could they restrict raw physical power, though? Whatever it was, Warden didn't want to take chances.

"Finally showing your true colors, eh?" shouted Walt, who seemed convinced they were the bandits. Technically, only one of them was a bandit, but that was past tense now. This guy had no right to convict them.