Moments of silence prevailed in the hall, during which he turned his gaze around its corners until his eyes fell on the mural behind the main chair. A woman stood tall, holding a scale in her left hand, and a sharpened sword in her right one. A cloth band is tied tightly behind her head, blinding her eyes. Justitia, have you blindfolded yourself so that you can only see the truth? Or not to see it at all! Let me relax the knot of the band a little, let me lift that blindfold from your eyes so that you realize what you did not see before, so let your scale be fair, and let your sword be raised, now I give you my soul.
