Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

"Ugh! It's really gross."

These days, I am in the process of establishing an angle with the Sierra noble faction.

Of course, there is no political intention at all. I just find it difficult to pursue justice.

Coincidentally, today's task is also related to Baron Parviant.

"Is this guy really evil?"

Even the King of Amman is expected to pay 2 Ceylon per month unless lodging is provided.

However, Baron Parviant delayed the payment for six months.

If I count all the farm workers, there are only twenty people.

They held out without receiving a total of 240 Ceylon. Converted into gold coins, it is only worth 48.

Of course, considering what has happened in the past, it would be a huge amount. There's no way this rotten bastard only did it this time.

'Judging by how it was used, I guess the payment was withheld on purpose.' In the end, I had no choice but to make this decision.

"I will sentence you. The defendant is sentenced to 10 years in prison. In addition, we will seize some of your assets to compensate for the unpaid wages."

"Wait! That can't be…," Baron Parviant screamed.

But since the decision had already been made, it could not be undone.

Of course, he could be tried again.

However, it is not easy to dare to do so.

There is only one person higher than me, the highest judge: His Majesty, the Emperor.

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Will he take a case with such solid evidence to a higher court?

'It's an act of suicide.'

It would have been better to simply pay the price separately through behind-the-scenes negotiations.

If he pays an appropriate fine, the emperor might approve. That is how the Parviant Farm injury case ends.

As I leave the courtroom, dozens of people suddenly approach me.

Then, they suddenly fall face down on the floor.

"Your Majesty the Duke of Carriers! Thank you so much for making the right decision."

"Your Majesty is no different from a saint!"

"Ugh! I am so moved that I cannot stop crying."

I feel like I know who it is right away.

People who received unpaid wages as a result of this trial.

They haven't eaten properly for half a year and are immensely grateful.

A sense of pride suddenly rises within me.

'I can't have a sense of being the chosen people.'

A reward is a reward, but I still have to do my duty.

What on earth do I do in this situation?

It should be known that this ruling was not made for personal moral superiority.

If I show off here, even the trust I have built up will be shattered. There are already a lot of enemies.

"Everyone, please stand up. I didn't intend to be greeted like this. I just established justice."

It is truly a killer comment.

I feel like I am some old politician.

Then, the victims of non-payment of wages look even more shocked.

"Wow, there is such a person!"

"All of this is thanks to His Majesty the Emperor. He appointed you to the position of highest judge, right?"

I feel like an emperor before battle, but it doesn't matter. In the empire, that person is everything.

After giving a quick hello, I quickly leave.

It isn't because I am embarrassed. It is simply because it is almost time to get off work.

'I want to leave work, leave work, leave work. I hate overtime, overtime, overtime.'

It's not like they're giving me more money, so I should go quickly.

I get into the carriage, humming a song to myself. Although there are some creaks, this incident is handled perfectly.

Despite my confusion, the result is quite satisfactory.

Haven't I been dragged into this world out of nowhere, forced to live someone else's life? It can be said that achieving this much is a great achievement.

'This is what it feels like to be respected.'

I didn't feel this way when I was a police officer in Korea.

Even if I do well, can I say I get my money's worth?

It's a good thing if I don't get cursed at by drunk customers.

But here? I just did what I thought was right, and I receive tons of praise.

And with great passion at that.

'It's a shame I don't have a smartphone, but I'm still satisfied.'

Where else would you go to feel this kind of reward? Life in this world doesn't seem that bad.

I am feeling good, enjoying the comfort of the backrest, when suddenly the carriage shakes violently and tips over on its side.

"Ugh!"

I groan and grab the safety handle. It is a reflex action, but surprisingly, the movements are very precise.

Thanks to this, I am able to get out of the carriage without getting hurt at all.

"Hit!" I am barely able to gather myself when I suddenly hear a sharp voice.

At the same time, six assailants attack. They are all wearing masks and armed with black blades.

"This is crazy!"

I curse and quickly look around. But there is absolutely nothing that could be used as a weapon.

But right then, I feel something in my arms.

It is an iron gavel that I have carried with me since the first day of my possession. I quickly pull it out, and at that moment, a huge change occurs.

Shuuuuu!

'Uh?'

The enemies' movements slow down, as if in slow motion. At the same time, my body starts acting on its own.

I flick the gavel sharply and hit the attackers on the head. An exciting sound rings out, like when a verdict is announced.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-baak!

The raiders fall into the woods in an instant. I smile wryly as I look at the person who gave the order to attack.

"Ha, these bastards seem to have forgotten my temperament."

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