"Trial...?" Huey's expression changed only slightly in the man's hands.
'What trial?' he muttered inwardly.
But strangely.
The word sounded familiar.
It was a feeling like he was expecting it, or should be expecting it.
"Ah..."
At that moment, Huey recalled a small and vague part of the strange hallucinatory dream he had.
The professor had mention something about a trial, Huey vaguely remembered.
"Hehe. Don't get your hopes up, you rogue. Your crimes are severe, a trial is merely a front. It's to the gallows for you, you monster." The guard sneered and pulled at his hair, dragging Huey forward while.his colleagues undid some of his binding.
Huey didn't resist. He couldn't even if he wanted to in his current state.
He allowed himself to be dragged against the ground like a broken doll by his hair.