Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

"Captain! Captain!"

"What?"

"We recruited some young players for our team, but they all said it was hard for them to participate in training because of their aura."

"Wait, is the club supporting meals, equipment, and even the Aura training method?" Abel asked, frowning slightly.

"That's a really good system. So?"

"But I don't have time because I have to take the wood home."

"And?" Abel asked, puzzled.

At first, Abel didn't understand what the man was talking about.

But when he thought back to Perias' real-life conditions, he quickly realized.

*The fuel of this era is definitely wood.*

The Duchy of Carriers and the Midias logging camps were off-limits to the public.

The land was privately owned, and Abel had set aside areas to plant the raw materials for Hanji separately.

As a result, the citizens of Perias had no choice but to travel far to cut wood.

From lighting fires in fireplaces to baking bread in ovens, trees were essential to daily life.

But the problem was that the forests around the city had almost disappeared.

"Hmm. This is a bit difficult," Abel muttered to himself.

The water supply and waste disposal projects had been easily settled.

But the fuel problem was proving to be extremely challenging.

In modern Earth, solutions like laying gas pipelines or delivering LPG metal containers would have been straightforward.

But here, such ideas were absurd.

"I guess I'll have to think about it," Abel said with a sigh.

As the mayor of Perias, he couldn't simply ignore complaints like these.

* * *

Of course, a new fuel source wasn't something that could be discovered out of nowhere.

The people of Perias weren't stupid; they used wood because it was easy to obtain and relatively safe.

*Let's take care of the piling-up work first,* Abel thought.

A month had passed since his return, but there was still an overwhelming amount of work to be done.

Managing the Carriers Duchy, the Midias Group, and the Dafan Group had been completed to some extent.

But his responsibilities as a judge and mayor remained daunting.

*Let's leave the fuel issue to Vargas,* Abel decided.

As a wizard specializing in potions, Vargas seemed like the right person to develop new fuels.

Of course, it wouldn't be easy.

While lost in thought, Abel found himself in the office of the chief justice of the court.

"What kind of incident will call me today?" he wondered aloud.

*Sarak. Sarak.*

He carefully looked over the court documents piled on his desk.

Lately, perhaps because judges had become more courageous, fewer cases were being escalated to his level.

But there were always disputes that were difficult to resolve.

This time, it involved a man who had been "hitting the ball," as the report described it.

"A traffic accident?" Abel burst out laughing as soon as he read the words.

It was a story he often heard about in earth.

Major accidents were frequently reported in the news and uploaded to video-sharing sites every day.

But in this world, such incidents were rare.

*The roads aren't good, so people can't go fast,* he thought.

Moreover, the problem was that there was no established law to settle this case.

The Duchy of Carriers, Midias, and Deliat had road traffic laws, but those only applied within their territories.

These laws existed because Abel had wielded full authority in those regions.

In Perias, Abel had issued administrative orders as mayor, but this incident had occurred outside the city.

"But of all places, it happened outside the city," Abel muttered, rubbing his temples.

It was a headache-inducing trial in many ways.

No wonder it had landed on his desk.

*Wagon carriage Muncheol, you've done all sorts of things in your life,* Abel thought wryly.

What made this case particularly difficult was the lack of evidence.

In modern times, CCTV footage or black box recordings would have been available.

But here, it was impossible to make a judgment without examining the extent of the damage to the carriage and gathering statements from the parties involved or witnesses.

It would be even more challenging for the judges, who had probably never driven a carriage before.

But Abel was different.

"Why do you think you can do it?" he asked himself.

Even though he hadn't driven in a long time, his years of driving experience gave him an edge.

He quickly grabbed the court papers and left the office.

As he stepped out, Judge Josef Padilla, who happened to be visiting, tilted his head in confusion.

"It is not yet time for the afternoon trial, Your Honor," Josef said.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just going out to check the evidence," Abel replied.

"But still, how…?" Josef began.

"If you're worried, just follow me," Abel said with a wave.

"Yes!" Josef replied eagerly.

Of course, Josef's presence wasn't strictly necessary.

He was a stooge of the Sierre aristocracy, so his involvement wouldn't add much value.

Still, he could at least help carry the bulky court documents.

Sharing the load would make the task easier.

"Here?" Josef asked as they arrived at the scene of the accident.

He narrowed his eyes, as if recognizing something.

"Is this a familiar place?" Abel asked.

"No. I saw the pictures attached to the court documents. It looks like it was a collision between carriages," Josef replied.

"You got it right. But what did you think of the court documents?" Abel pressed.

"Oh, I was originally supposed to handle this case. But I declined because I had too much work to do," Josef explained.

Abel raised an eyebrow.

*How convenient,* he thought.

Josef had likely passed the case on because he didn't know how to judge it.

The conflict between nobles, especially involving the Sierra aristocracy, would have been a heavy burden for him.

When Abel realized the inside story, he felt a flicker of annoyance.

*Oh, I wish I had more personnel authority. I could get rid of all the useless guys,* he thought.

With that in mind, Abel carefully examined the scene of the incident.

The area was sparsely populated, and the wheel marks from the carriages were still visible.

Broken parts and torn harnesses littered the ground.

But several days had passed, and the traces weren't clear.

Old and new marks were mixed together, making it difficult to piece together what had happened.

*I can't tell just by looking at this. I'll have to inspect the carriages and horses involved in the accident,* Abel thought.

But just then, the Peltron in his pocket suddenly popped out.

*I know this!* it exclaimed.

Abel was taken aback.

*Since when does a club owner know something like this?* he wondered.

Though skeptical at first, Abel found Peltron's story intriguing.

*The subordinates I scattered are here too. Look,* Peltron said, pointing to a bat hanging on a tree.

*Flap! Flap!*

The bat flew in front of Abel and opened its mouth wide.

A purple beam of light poured out, recreating the scene of the accident exactly as it had happened.

*Kueeeee!*

*Tsk tsk tsk tsk!*

Two carriages made of light raced side by side.

The coachman on the right tried to force his way in.

From their gestures, it seemed like there had been some kind of argument beforehand.

*That must be it. There's nothing there, so there's no way they'd drive like that,* Abel thought.

Soon, the rear of the carriage that had intervened collided with the head of the horse behind it, and chaos ensued.

Though there was no sound, the horrific scene was clear.

But Abel tilted his head in confusion.

"Wait a minute, so who started it first?" he asked.

*Huh?* Peltron replied.

"The resolution is too low to see right away," Abel explained.

The footage created by Peltron's subordinates was blurry.

The human faces weren't clearly depicted, and the shape of the carriages was vague.

Peltron drooped its wings sullenly, as if it hadn't expected such a question.

"Hey, you did well enough," Abel said, trying to reassure it.

*Really?* Peltron perked up.

"Where did you find this video? We'll figure out who caused the accident little by little," Abel said.

*Wow! So it's solved?* Peltron asked excitedly.

"Of course," Abel replied.

After all, the carriages hadn't been repaired yet, and the injured horse was still there.

By examining the evidence, they could piece together the truth.

As Abel nodded, Peltron spoke with a triumphant expression.

*Please grant me one wish.*

"As long as it's not difficult," Abel said cautiously.

*It's easy! So simple!* Peltron insisted.

"Well then, I'll listen. What is it?" Abel asked.

*Come and play with our team!* Peltron exclaimed.

For a moment, Abel was at a loss for words.

He was willing to participate in an event match, but playing as a member of a specific team would create an imbalance.

After all, it had been decided from the beginning to exclude individuals with knighthood from such activities.

"You know that's not allowed, right?" Abel said.

*No! Then you should have stopped Trevor from playing too,* Peltron argued.

"He had no reason to be disqualified. He was ordered to do community service, and his knighthood was taken away," Abel explained.

*Anyway, he was the deputy commander of the Western 1st Army Corps. Does it make sense to keep such a monster with mercenaries? Oh, just do it!* Peltron insisted.