A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds.

If you cannot live out the words that you are speaking, you cannot afford to speak.

Zane gave his words as well.

Jammy had come before Milo could die and the man summed the whole trial in two questions.

The loss of the original relic and Milo being a Demon.

Jammy went silent as the two questions were posed and instead of him answering them, he passed the duty to Zane.

He let Zane decide.

And Zane, being the survival addict he was, thought about everything and answered the question:

"I will find and return the original relic in five days right in this very Cathedral that accused me of stealing it."

Zane spoke with absolute confidence and Jammy clapped his hand.

"There you have it. Problem solved."

The Emberlord frowned.

"The problem is not solved, Janitor. How will he find the relic? And if he did find it, how would we be sure that he didn’t know the location of the relic first hand?"

Jammy rolled his eyes.

"So you are saying, this boy knows the location of the relic and now that he is aware of the problems that the disappearance of the relic caused, he would go back to that location again and bring the relic from there?"

"... Yes."

Jammy laughed. "Place him under the oath then. That way you can be sure of his words."

The Emberlord didn’t reply.

"I am already under the oath."

But Zane did.

Jammy’s brows shot up.

"You are?"

He looked at Coin.

"Then what is your problem, emberlord? He is under the oath. Are you perhaps thinking he used some clever word play to lie?"

The Emberlord sighed.

"Yes."

Jammy nodded.

"Alright then. The fact that you are still unsure whether he is lying or not, means you weren’t able to ask the right questions at all. The hatred of the public towards him narrowed your judgement."

The Emberlord’s jaw tightened.

Jammy saw that and raised his hands.

"Calm down. Let me show you."

The janitor looked at Zane.

"I will ask you some questions. Answer them as fast as possible. The more time you take the more they’ll be convinced you are playing games. Got it?"

Zane nodded.

Jammy wasted no time and asked the first question:

"Did you steal the relic?"

"No."

"Did you want to steal it?"

"No."

"Were you greedy for it?"

"Yes."

The Emberlord’s eyes sparkled.

But Jammy raised his hand.

"Did that greed make you steal the relic?"

"No. After knowing that I have to return it, I stopped thinking about keeping it for myself."

"Do you know where the original relic is?"

"No."

"Did you know that the relic you returned was fake?"

"No."

"Lastly," Jammy glanced at Coin. "Did you use any smart tricks or anything to lie even after being under an oath?"

Zane also turned his eyes at the Emberlord.

"No. I did not. Not even once."

Jammy smiled.

"That’s all then."

The janitor held his mop again and walked to the center of the Cathedral.

"All of you, you surely had fun today, right? Seeing a gutterborn fighting for his pathetic life. That’s more entertaining than the plays and events organised by your fathers. Well, of course it wasn’t as entertaining as the annual tournament but it was still worth a show. Don’t you agree?"

Jammy locked eyes with everyone present as he rotated in a circle.

No one answered him.

After Zane’s rapid answers they weren’t sure about anything anymore.

Some of them even had their heads hung low.

But the Halocrats simply shrugged and they deemed Jammy too lowly to answer to.

The Janitor shook his head and again looked at the Emberlord.

"What else do you want now, justice man?"

Coin let go of his scythe.

The scythe remained standing in the air with no support like before.

Seeing this, Jammy also let go of his mop but since it was just a mop, it fell down the moment he let go of it.

Zane’s brows twitch but no change happened in Jammy’s attitude and Coin simply ignored it.

"You are mistaking something, Janitor. Why do you think I have some personal vendetta against Zane Atlas? If I had, I wouldn’t have given him the relic in the first place."

"You might not have any vendetta against him. But you surely taught the whole Dwarkam to hate the gutterborns. And no, not by words. You personally told no one to hate them. The hatred grew by simple gestures. Like different seating arrangements. Like different lines. Like different jobs. You divided them enough from others that they stopped appearing as humans in others’ eyes."

The Emberlord sighed.

The anger he had on his face had vanished.

He returned to his calm self as he walked towards Jammy and stood in front of him.

"If gestures could affect thinking, then I also show them kindness. Why didn’t that affect the people?"

"You show them kindness? Do you even know what kindness is to them, emberlord? You might think kindness is kindness. But for the dwellers of gutters, kindness is love. The closest thing to love they could ever experience. And they deem kindness this much because they think they don’t deserve love at all. That’s why even if you show them kindness, it doesn’t affect the people who hate them. Because it is easy. Hating is the easiest job especially when it comes to hating those who think they don’t deserve love in the slightest."

Jammy finished speaking.

The Cathedral dawned in silence.

Zane watched the janitor with a new light as it seemed those words came out from his heart.

The gutterborns also heard the man and they couldn’t avert their eyes from him.

Jammy spoke about them and he hit the mark.

The way he described the pain, it can only be described when someone had gone through it themselves.

All eyes glued to the Janitor and after his speech, he managed to do something.

His speech moved people.

Not only the gutterborns, it reached the Halocrats as well.

His speech touched their hearts and the next second, the Halocrats showed their appreciation.

"Pffttt...."

"Hahahaha!"

By laughing out loud.