Take Care

Leonel strolled into a familiar courtroom. The first time he had been here, he had been in a pair of silk boxers and robes. One would think that he would be better prepared this time, and unfortunately, that was only technically true… the best kind of true… 

He still wasn't wearing any shoes or any shirt. But he was at least wearing pants this time. A comfortable pair of sweatpants that made him feel nice and cozy. 

Once again, he was the center of attention. But this time, the atmosphere was much less… inviting, if it could be said to ever have been. 

The pressure was powerful, especially from Emperor Fawkes himself. The difference might as well have been night and day. As expected and as he had deduced, his grandfather was no longer in a joking sort of mood. 

This matter would decide the fate of the Empire and whether the Human Race would be washed away or rise to the top once again.