Christian barely had any time to react to that scream as half of his head was now submerged into a wall and his neck was restrained by a hand.
The Head of Disciplinary Actions had taken the stage with Christian in hand.
"Under Jurisdiction 5 Article 13 of Justice. I, Head of Disciplinary Actions must take Christian Vikander for breaking such a rule and defiling the reputation of Red Wood Academy."
In his defense, Christian was about to scream for his justice but the Head of Disciplinary Actions refused to loosen his grip.
His senses became a lot more numb however last minute, Head of Disciplinary Actions had restrained Christian.
Two hands were now bounded by a rocky handcuff.
The Head of Disciplinary Actions now held a bag full of lingeries and in his other hand was a incapacitated student.
Normal procedures couldn't be done as the bag of evidence contained a few sensitive clothes from powerful people.
If he were to hold on to this bag for too long than his life would be at risk, not to mention the population of the school.
His good reputation would be easily destroyed if the owner's of these objects were to recklessly accuse him of dirty deeds.
It was an extremely difficult task but by making such a large commotion he hoped that this could be considered ample evidence.
In the distance there were many girls who glared at Christian in sheer anger.
A pervert had just humiliated and robbed them.
They had to make sure that the school would do justice for their losses and followed the Head of Disciplinary Actions to make sure Christian would be ruined.
Gossip and rumors were already flying about that made people question if Christian really was a good person.
An adolescent's curiosity could never be restrained easily and this made room for many misunderstandings.
Dean sat on a tree branch, far away from the commotion.
To his side was Ayesha
"How does it feel to betray your friends?"
There was no guilt on her face however she glared at Dean.
"I didn't betray them. I aided them in stopping a monster's greed and lust before it was too late."
Dean shrugged at the response but compared it to his childhood.
It was not far from the truth that Ayesha tended to be neutral in most matters however the self justification seemed forced and naive.
"What were you doing? He's a scion to the Vikander Family."
The voice of an outraged adult rang within the hall that was isolated from the court.
It was located right outside of where Christian was currently in, a court.
Dimly illuminated, Christian's face could be seen while the several judges that sought to punish and defend were left anonymous.
Two seats were left empty which was due to the current argument.
"So? Either I let an innocent man down or the whole of our city."
"Out there are hard working people with children, friends, parents, husbands or wives. They live out their life in a simple manner yet you're telling me to risk throwing that all away?"
"How did the school hire you?"
This was the Head of Disciplinary Actions that responded the interrogation from a colleague however he knew that grudges were scary.
Unless one was able to reasonably explain himself, will there be logical peace.
"He'll only be punished and I promise you that he won't die. Make sure you send your platoon to handle whatever mess the people have created as well as returning those... stolen objects."
One was unyielding however the other had already sighed in regret for whatever may happen to Christian's fate.
It was already set in stone.
"Christian Vikander, do you accept the charges brought upon your crimes."
His hair was disheveled due to the stress and the rough treatment the Head of Disciplinary Actions showed.
"No! I never committed those crimes in the first place!"
One judge immediately retorted at the snappy comment
"Where's your alibi? Why did you have those items? What were you doing last night?"
The bombardment of questions left Christian with some difficulties in answering but he tried recounting his experience.
"Well... I was asleep. N-no one would be with me to vouch that but I think someone else left those items there."
Taking advantage for Christian's failure to answer perfectly and his rude attitude to his colleague.
"So you're telling me, out of all the students in our school. They were purposely here to study in order to sabotage your life?"
The distortion of words that jumped into a new conclusion made Christian speechless at such an aggressive interrogation but another judge popped in.
"Reminder, we have the evidence in our hand."
As the judge had said that, he had brought out the black bag filled with lingerie.
Christian saw that this was his chance to protect himself
"But I have a Space Ring. It would be stupid for me to keep out in the open."
A few of the judges sighed in pity for the struggling youth but they had no choice.
"Then you may be stupid otherwise this may have been a ploy for someone else."
The hypothetical theories were thrown about and no matter how Christian tried to save himself, his claim was shot down one after the other.
Trouble was brewing and the school knew that they couldn't mess around anymore
Filled with silence, the center judge had finally made the decision to end this false courtesy and echoed his decision.
"Christian Vikander will be sent to Silent Prison for 2 months."
Christian's face was drained of all of his blood as soon as he heard the words 'Silent Prison'
It was a very uncommon punishment as only few would deserve such a redemption for their crime.
The person would be isolated in a room that pushes them to the brink of insanity. It plays with the mind like a toy and if one wishes to end it...they can't.
They can't harm themselves and have to be tortured by such knowledge.
A monster they don't wish to see would appear.
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