Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

"Oh, Your Honor?"

As Abel tried to focus on the court documents, Judge Padilla called out to him with a sly look in his eyes.

Abel tilted his head and followed his gaze, noticing the gavel on the desk.

He had a feeling he knew exactly what this man was going to say.

"You've been carrying a Warhammer since the last time, so are you not using the gavel anymore?"

As expected, the words came out exactly as he had predicted.

Abel answered, looking at Judge Padilla with indifferent eyes.

"Yes. If I find a good junior, I plan to hand it over. It means that you've done well so far, and you should continue doing your best in the future."

"Oh! I see. I understand, Your Honor."

"I'm planning to change the judge soon, so do your best."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yes, Judge Emir, you've been here for quite some time, right? If you can be a sole judge, I'll set up a court for you."

"Thank you. I will devote my whole mind and body to the trial!"

Josef Padilla bowed deeply, his head almost touching the floor. He then left the office, taking careful steps backward.

-Hey, Captain.

As Abel shook his head and looked at the court documents, Peltron raised his front paw. He thought the bat's wings, drooping and fluttering, looked somehow cute, but he didn't show it as he answered.

"Why?"

In my opinion, that guy seems like a traitor. Those kinds of people are good at saying things that are pleasing to the ear.

Abel already knew this fact just by observing Judge Padilla's actions. He nodded, pretending to just realize it now.

"Is that so?"

-Ah, I told you to trust my discernment. When I gathered the northern nomads, do you know how many traitors there were? It was an unimaginable amount.

Peltron shrugged his shoulders with a smug expression, as if offering some great advice.

Abel burst out laughing and responded.

"So what do you want?"

-… Double me like that guy.

Where the cute bat's front paw pointed, there was a field of shuguri scattered about. Abel had fed Peltron a lot of spiritual energy on the way to work, and the bat was now sleeping soundly with a satisfied expression on his face. It takes quite a while for him to digest it properly. Perhaps envious of that sight, Peltron was trying hard to express himself. He wanted recognition for his contributions, but that wasn't something Abel would give so easily.

"If you treat them too well, they become spoiled."

Abel hadn't forgotten the countless conspiracies Peltron had carried out in the past.

"You're not ready yet. Bow your head harder!"

-Ugh!

Peltron struggled while lying face down on the desk.

Abel sat up with a sly smile. The Half-Demon was a bundle of demonic power that had existed for thousands of years. It was a ridiculous situation, with those kinds of beings being so obedient. He wondered if Young-gi was that good.

"I'll go to court, so stay quiet."

-Okay, Captain.

Abel picked up the court documents and left the office with leisurely steps. Although he still had some time left, he wanted to take a walk in the garden alone. The weather was so nice.

As he read the documents under the warm sunlight, he felt a strange sense of compassion welling up inside him. But soon, he found himself frowning.

"What is this?"

It was an incident where a carpenter had been beaten up by his boss. However, the investigation hadn't been conducted properly. The suspect had a speech impediment and major communication problems. Somehow, it ended up going to trial.

Of course, it wasn't a difficult case, as Judge Padilla had said. There were several witnesses who had seen the assault, and the circumstances clearly pointed to the woodworking shop owner being at fault.

But that didn't mean Abel couldn't make a statement.

Even if someone couldn't speak, they could still communicate in writing, right? They could communicate by writing.

He entered the courtroom, inwardly blaming the prosecutors' incompetence.

"We will now begin the trial of the Jalen Woodworking Assault. Salute Your Honor."

Thud, thud, thud!

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The trial proceedings began with the voice of Judge Padilla. The prosecutor was Viscount Wyatt Monaghan.

This was the first time Abel saw this person in this incident, but outwardly, he seemed quite normal. He was tall, had a handsome face, and a body that looked good in a suit.

You spend all your time on your appearance, so you're lacking in ability? Why on earth did you conduct the suspect investigation like this?

Abel stared at Inspector Monaghan quietly, trying to hide his discomfort. But there was nothing particularly strange. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the only thing done sloppily was the investigation of the suspect, but the rest of the proceedings appeared almost perfect.

"We will end the witness examination here."

Three people had seen the carpenter shop owner, Jalen, beat up the victim, Gordon. Their statements were spot on.

"The boss often lost his temper and resorted to violence. This time, it was just Gordon who got caught."

"You seem frustrated. Things often don't go your way."

The club used during the incident was also submitted as evidence. Anyone could see that Jalen, the carpenter shop owner, was at fault.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

One thing still needed to be done: the defendant's statement.

"Defendant?"

"You can write it down. Please explain the situation at the time."

But soon, Abel realized why Inspector Monaghan had conducted the investigation that way.

President Jalen shook his head with a troubled expression. His hands were shaking violently. In that state, no matter what he wrote, it would be difficult to read.

Abel couldn't help it. He just had to let it go. It wasn't such a serious assault, so a lenient verdict seemed likely.

How frustrating it must have been for someone who was healthy to suffer from aphasia and a stroke. He must have been really frustrated with his employees who didn't do their jobs properly.

But why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Abel pulled his hand out of his bosom and quietly looked around the courtroom, trying to figure out what was bothering him.

---

At a secret location in the Ferias Castle Mansion area, Flanger Sierra and DeAndre Giovanni were together again.

"You said you were using the underworld, but you ended up just making a fuss."

"Ahem! I didn't know you brought in so many things that looked like handguns."

The Duke of Sierra stroked his beard with an embarrassed expression. If he had moved his troops, the results would have been dire. Perhaps Abel Carriers would go on to become even more successful than he was now. The two dukes who had lost their honor would not be able to show their faces.

"We should keep quiet for the time being. Let's just remain silent while the underworld organizations are cleaned out."

"But you saw it this time too. He keeps making moves to gain the Emperor's favor and the people's popularity. If we leave it like this…"

"So you're saying that later on you won't even be able to do anything?"

"You guessed it right."

"Then what are you going to do?"

The Duke of Sierra smiled meaningfully, as if he had already prepared the next step in case their plan failed.

"I will have to start by destroying his reputation. Duke Giovanni, please just put in a little effort."

"You're not suggesting we use the underworld again, are you?"

"How could that be? Please prepare just one business that has nothing to do with us."

"It's not difficult."

Duke Giovanni was the second-largest landowner in Perias, after the Emperor. Since many of the businesses were transferred to the names of sons and grandsons, it was an easy task to clean up one business. But questions still remained.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've set a trap. Even if you're the Duke of Carriers, you won't be able to escape this time. Hehehe!"

The Duke of Sierra's evil laughter filled the dark room.

DeAndre Giovanni crossed his arms, frowning deeply.

"You sound awfully confident for someone who just bungled the underworld operation," he said. His voice was low, almost mocking. "What exactly is this grand trap you've set, Sierre? I'd like to know before I waste my resources cleaning up your mess again."

The Duke of Sierre smirked, unperturbed by Giovanni's jab.

"Patience, Giovanni," he said, leaning back in his chair. "This time, we'll take a different approach—one that doesn't rely on brute force or shady deals. Abel Carriers is admired because of his reputation, his so-called integrity. So, what happens if that integrity is shattered?"

DeAndre raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.

"I assume you have specifics and not just some vague plan to tarnish his name?"

"Of course," Sierre replied smoothly. "The trap is already in place. A scandal is brewing in one of the businesses linked to him—a certain trade operation tied to contraband. It'll be enough to make the Emperor question his judgment."

Giovanni's frown deepened.