Records of the Weakest Emperor

Hilton Borough might not be as rowdy as the other Boroughs, but it also had its own boisterous activities. Unlike the Center Borough that could be considered as the melting pot of all sorts of activities from the other Boroughs. Hilton Borough was unique due to the fact that the restaurants and shops here only sold items that catered to the nobles.

With how they were marketing their wares, it would obviously be very expensive.

But Calvin wasn't here to shop.

He was here to visit the Department of Justice.

The City of Ashmelion was under the control of the Joselian Kingdom. But since the Capital of the Joselian Kingdom was so far-away from the city, the King decided to appoint regional governors that would reign over a set number of cities. Ashmelion wasn't an exception.

Ashmelion was a city under the banner of the Governador-General Lothar. The Governador-General reigned over the entire Region 7 and he gave each city a mayor which would preside over the entire city. The mayor then created various departments to handle specific works in the city which included the Ashmelion Police Department and the Department of Justice.

The Cavaliers had been arrested under the crime of mutiny.

Normally, criminals were always sent to the underground prisons which were under the jurisdiction of the Ashmelion Police Department.

But given the special identities of the Cavaliers and the church's secrecy regarding supernatural events. The Cavaliers were directly arrested by the Department of Justice.

This was why Calvin was heading to the Department of Justice.

However...

He lost his way.

Awkwardly scratching his head, Calvin glanced at the sky and decided that if he wanted to return to the coffee shop before daybreak. He must arrive at the Department of Justice in ten minutes.

Unfortunately, Hilton Borough's design made it incredibly attractive to the eyes of the nobles, but it also made traversing the Hilton Borough, quite convoluted to those that weren't in the know.

"Fuck it, I'll go ride a carriage-taxi." Calvin gnashed his teeth and eventually made a decision.

He didn't want to rent a carriage-taxi at first since the prices would surely be exorbitant. It was because carriages that were allowed to step foot on Hilton Borough had special permits that gave them the privilege to raise their prices.

Left with no other choice, Calvin bit the bullet and rode in one.

Fortunately, the driver was more skillful than he had thought. Calvin arrived at the Department of Justice's entrance five minutes later.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?" A male attendant smiled at Calvin when he saw the latter approaching from the distance.

"I don't have one, but I have this," Calvin brandished his medallion in front of the attendant.

"Ah..." The male attendant lightly gasped, he hadn't expected that such a young man would be a member of the Department of Justice's Special Corps Division.

Yes, this was how the outside world knew the Cavaliers, Missionaries, and the Evangelists. For them, these people existed under the all-encompassing umbrella of the Department of Justice.

"To think that I didn't recognize the honorable sir... Please pardon my mistake." The male attendant quickly apologized.

"You did nothing wrong," Calvin smiled at him, "You were just doing your job."

"Anyway, can you bring me over to the Chief Executor? I guess he's already awake now, right?"

The male attendant stared at Calvin in a renewed light.

At first, he thought that Calvin had brought in a fake Special Corps Medallion, but when he heard Calvin casually mention the Chief Executor and the fact that he even knew of the Chief Executor's daily routine. It was now very clear that he was more than legitimate.

"As you wish," The male attendant deeply bowed.

He went back into the lobby and turned right.

A few moments later, he returned with a smile on his face, "The Chief Executor is absent, honorable sir, but we do know his location. He's at the Maximum Security Penitentiary at this moment, he seems to be in the middle of interviewing some high-profile criminals."

"All right," Calvin waved his hand at the male attendant.

His brows furrowed when he heard the male attendant mention that the Chief Executor was interviewing some high-profile criminals. It was pretty obvious who among the criminals in that Penitentiary deserved the attention of the Chief Executor.

Calvin wasn't really complaining at all, he was just frowning at the fact that the attendant called them criminals.

Technically, they were criminals.

But what they had done didn't make them criminals in Calvin's eyes.

Calvin turned around and left, but just as he stepped a foot outside the Department of Justice's entrance.

He turned back and approached the male attendant once more.

"How may I help you, sir?" The male attendant respectfully asked.

"Can you tell me where the Maximum Security Penitentiary is?" Calvin brandished an awkward smile

"Oh..." The male attendant was perplexed.

As a member of the Department of Justice's Special Corps Division, shouldn't he knew the city of Ashmelion like it was the back of his hand?

Still, the male attendant had no right to question Calvin's actions and questions as he slightly bowed and raised his hand to lead the way, "This way, honorable sir."

The Maximum Security Penitentiary was located at the South-western side of the Hilton Borough.

Since that side of the Hilton Borough was closest to the Western Borough which was known as the Capital of Slow Death, not a lot of people frequented this side of the Hilton Borough.

As a result, the government took advantage of the nobles' aversion to commoners in order to create a penitentiary where they could house powerful and high-profile criminals.

The male attendant seemed to be well-known in these parts as the journey towards the Maximum Security Penitentiary went smoother than butter.

"I can only accompany you up to here, sir." The male attendant slightly bowed in Calvin's direction. His clearance just wasn't enough to get past the building's entrance in from of them.

"You've done a great job. I appreciate it." Calvin faintly nodded to the male attendant before he turned around and walked into the building.

As soon as Calvin entered the Penitentiary, he was startled and astonished by the scene that he saw.

The inmates in the Maximum Security Penitentiary weren't treated badly as he had expected! In fact, most of the inmates in their own independent cells had a soft and comfy bed as well as some amenities such as newspapers, slippers, and nightwear!

What the heck? Did I really enter a prison?

Calvin's dumbfounded face attracted the attention of the Jail Warden.

"Is this your first time visiting the Maximum Security Penitentiary, honorable sir?" Calvin had met the Jail Warden in the entrance, so the latter knew that Calvin wasn't someone that he could afford to offend just like the prisoners in this place.

"Yeah. But I must say that I am amazed at how the inmates here are being treated. Instead of being tortured, they're being treated as if they are VIPs!" Calvin sarcastically said.

The Jail Warden bitterly smiled, "Since this is the honorable sir's first time visiting the Penitentiary, I will explain..."

"The inmates here aren't really people that we can afford to offend, honorable sir. Yes, we might be able to torture or play with them, but once their families outside knew of what we had done, they would definitely retaliate against our families..."

Calvin stared at the Jail Warden with blinking eyes.

He could see the conflicted emotions in the Jail Warden's eyes. Indeed, the people here were criminals and they shouldn't deserve this kind of lifestyle while they were incarcerated. Yet, they were living like this due to the support of their families from outside the prison.

'Damn, there's no respect in here...'

Calvin even saw a prison guard being punched by an inmate on the face since the latter had brought in a slipper made out of sandalwood instead of slippers padded with cotton.

The Jail Warden saw what was happening and he could only let out a sigh as the two of them continued their journey towards the depths of the Maximum Security Penitentiary.

"Is this the place?" Calvin turned to look at the Jail Warden.

"Yes, the Chief Executor should be there," The Jail Warden nodded, "I'll be going now, honorable sir. I don't have enough clearance to enter that room with the Chief Executor still in there."

"All right, you may go back now." Calvin nonchalantly waved his hand as he received the keys to the room from the Jail Warden.

"Damn it, old man! Can you at least provide us with a cup of coffee?" Ron Samuel's voice reverberated just as Calvin entered the room.

Ron Samuel was standing in front of a middle-aged man who was looking at him with this casual smile on his face. 

"I came here in a hurry since you told me that he's going to come here today for sure."

The middle-aged man let out a sigh, "If I knew that you would be this noisy, then I wouldn't have come here." He shrugged and he happened to see Calvin entering the room in his peripheral vision.

"Oh? Who are you?" The middle-aged man furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Calvin.

They were in the Maximum Security Penitentiary, so a random joe shouldn't be able to enter the facility.

Much more, since they were in this special room that he specifically asked from the Department of Justice to house the arrested Cavaliers, special clearance was necessary before someone could enter this room.

But the middle-aged man swore that he had never seen this young man. 

Fortunately, the answer that he wanted soon arrived faster than he had expected. 

"Speaking of the devil..." James Branzuela smiled, "Old man, didn't you say that you wanted to meet that kindred spirit of yours?"

"Ah!" The middle-aged man's face brightened, "Could it be that he's that young man?" 

"That holder of a golden classified writer class..." 

"Calvin Villanueva?"