The Sinful Young Master

Chapter 436: Jolthar’s defense

Duke Hernais Rothgard, standing behind the ministers, nodded vigorously in agreement, clearly pleased with how the accusations were being presented.

”In the law court,” Richardus continued, ”Jolthar Kaezhlar showed complete contempt for judicial proceedings. He refused to answer questions honestly, walked out of the trial in defiance of the court’s authority, and has since that time engaged in a pattern of increasingly violent resistance to any attempt to hold him accountable for his actions.”

The Emperor leaned back in his throne, his fingers steepled before him, listening with the patience of someone who had heard many such accusations over decades of rule. His expression gave nothing away—no indication of whether he believed the charges, doubted them, or had already made up his mind about the outcome.

After a moment of silence, the Emperor’s gaze shifted to General Remin, who stood beside Jolthar with military bearing.

”General Remin,” the Emperor said, his voice carrying quiet authority, ”you brought this man here under your escort. You’ve served this empire faithfully for decades, fought in its wars, defended its borders, and earned the right to speak plainly in our presence. What do you think of this Kaezhlar boy and these accusations against him?”

Remin stepped forward slightly, bowing with respect before responding.

”Your Imperial Majesty, I have known Jolthar Kaezhlar since he served under my command during the border campaigns. He fought with distinction, showed courage under fire, and demonstrated the kind of tactical thinking that saves lives and wins battles.”

”That doesn’t address the current accusations,” Mandaqini interjected sharply.

”Fighting well in a war doesn’t excuse rebellion in peacetime.”

”I was getting to that, Your Majesty,” Remin replied calmly, addressing the Empress with appropriate respect.

”Jolthar Kaezhlar is indeed a promising young man who has achieved remarkable things—reaching Tier 9 at his age is exceptional, and his transformation of Tekkora from a dying village into a prosperous barony speaks to administrative capability as well as martial power.”

He paused, choosing his next words carefully.

”However, I will not deny that he has acted arrogantly on several occasions. He possesses strength that exceeds most people in the empire, and with that strength has come a confidence, some might say overconfidence, that has led to conflicts that might have been avoided through more diplomatic approaches.”

”You’re defending him, General Remin,” Richardus said accusingly.

”I’m providing an honest assessment,” Remin corrected firmly.

”Which is what His Imperial Majesty requested. Baron Kaezhlar is neither the innocent victim the accusations against him might suggest, nor is he the treasonous monster these charges attempt to paint him as. He is a complicated young man with exceptional abilities who has made both admirably principled choices and questionable tactical decisions.”

The Emperor’s expression showed the faintest hint of approval at Remin’s balanced response. Then his attention shifted fully to Jolthar, those sharp eyes studying the young baron with penetrating intensity.

”Jolthar Kaezhlar,” the Emperor said, his voice carrying across the hall with perfect clarity, ”you have heard the accusations against you. You stand before this throne charged with assault on the imperial family, murder of imperial officials, destruction of imperial forces, execution without authority, and financial corruption. What do you have to say for yourself?”

The hall went silent, everyone waiting to see how Jolthar would respond to the concentrated weight of imperial judgment and multiple serious accusations.

Jolthar met the Emperor’s gaze directly—respectfully, but without the cowering fear that most people showed when facing ultimate authority.

When he spoke, his voice was clear and carried the kind of calm confidence that came from someone who believed absolutely in what they were saying.

”Your Imperial Majesty, I appreciate the opportunity to respond to these accusations, because hearing them laid out so thoroughly has made something very clear to me—these ministers either fundamentally misunderstand what actually happened, or they’re deliberately misrepresenting events to serve their own interests. I suspect it’s the latter, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and clarify the actual facts.”

Several ministers shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t the defensive, apologetic tone they had expected.

”Let’s address these accusations in order,” Jolthar continued, his tone almost conversational but carrying an edge of steel.

”First, Princess Tamnarasi. I did not attack her—she attacked me. After I survived a rigged trial orchestrated by Minister Richardus and Lord Justiciar Halvren, I attempted to leave peacefully. Princess Tamnarasi, acting on orders from someone in this hall, grabbed me and threw me out of the city specifically to engage in combat away from civilian areas. I defended myself. That’s not an assault on the imperial family—that’s self-defense against an unprovoked attack.”

”She was attempting to arrest you!” Halvren protested.

”Without proper authorization or legal standing,” Jolthar countered immediately.

”The trial had been concluded, Prince Milan had taken custody of me, and there was no warrant for my arrest at that time. What Princess did was kidnapping followed by attempted murder. The fact that she’s an imperial princess doesn’t change the fundamental nature of her actions.”

Mandaqini’s face flushed with anger, but the Emperor raised a hand slightly, indicating she should remain silent for now.

”Second,” Jolthar continued, ”Magistrate Enforcer Alden Veyra. I did kill him; that’s true. But let me provide context that these ministers conveniently omitted. Veyra came to arrest me on fabricated charges with no proper legal process—no hearing, no opportunity to respond, just immediate arrest based on accusations manufactured by Minister Richardus. When he attempted to physically restrain me, he was also verbally abusive, insulting not just me but Lady Cleora Aravain and other respected members of my household.”

”Being rude doesn’t justify execution!” Richardus shouted.

”You’re right,” Jolthar agreed calmly.

”But being a corrupt official using imperial authority as a weapon to persecute innocent people does justify resistance. Veyra wasn’t enforcing law—he was enabling tyranny. And when given the choice between submitting to unjust authority or defending my right to fair treatment, I chose resistance.”

He paused, then continued with even more intensity.

”And here’s what truly concerns me, Your Imperial Majesty. If someone like me—a baron with resources, allies, and significant personal power—can be subjected to this kind of coordinated abuse of the legal system, what happens to people who don’t have those advantages? What happens to common people when corrupt officials decide to target them? If the law can be weaponized so easily against someone who can defend themselves, how much worse must it be for those who can’t?”

The question landed with unexpected force. Several court officials exchanged glances. Even some of the ministers looked uncomfortable.