[So, a suspect of the theft of a several million dollar jewel has been caught. Seventeen years old, goes by the name of Luke Fon Fabre, claims to be the son of a duke and he has "no idea how I ended up in this dump. I wanna go home!" And Blackquill has been assigned to prosecute in the case, lucky man.

The moment he gets near the meeting room in the detention centre will be the moment he hears some excessive whining.]

H-hey, you can't treat me like this, dammit! I told you I'm the Duke's son!

....What the heck is a prosecutor and can he help me get out of here? ....Hey, why the hell are you laughing?!