Elena's POV
I decided to make a move and talk sense into him before the case continued.
"Dad, please temper justice with mercy," I told him as I took his hands with cold trembling fingers. Whatever judgment he gave today was most likely going to backfire.
"Mercy is for the weak, child. I'm not some pathetic excuse of a leader, I was given the title of the Dark Lord for a reason," He told me, cupped my face and gave a small reassuring smile before resuming the case.
"Before I pronounce judgment, I will like the forensics examiner to tell us her diagnosis." Dad nudged his head towards a young witch wearing a lab coat, surgical gloves, and goggles.
The young witch walked towards the front and the name tag on her breast pocket read 'Megan.'
"According to the forensics repor
