Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

A man in his 30s with short brown hair.

It was quite impressive that he had grown his mustache long.

Abel immediately recognized the identity of his opponent.

The Senate's right-hand man, Stephen Kehoe.

The Kehoe family was also a long-standing pillar of the Duchy of Crawford.

Originally a place that produced loyal vassals, it was now nothing more than a dog of Soltree.

If you tell it to bark, it barks, and if you tell it to bite, it bites.

"There wasn't even any discussion before then?"

"How can I prove it?"

"I guess I should ask His Majesty the Emperor and Prince Crawford. Shall I invite you to the Empire?"

"T-That kind of… … ."

When the names of the two were mentioned, Stephen Kehoe immediately bristled.

Abel looked around at the elders with a sly smile.

In fact, this kind of argument was meaningless.

Because he had already found solid evidence.

That was why he started this fishing show in the first place.

"The way to prove that I didn't do it is simple. Just catch the real culprit."

"What? There's no way something like that… … ."

"Can anyone easily steal the treasure and gold from the Crawford royal family? It would have to be someone who is actually doing the work. And there would have to be a great backer."

"… … ."

While the elders just frowned, Abel nodded toward the back.

Then, a scene unfolded of Cordell McNeil dragging several people.

"It has been done, Your Highness the Duke."

"Shall I introduce myself first?"

Abel opened his mouth, but no one else spoke.

Everyone just hesitated.

Of course, it wouldn't be easy.

To confess one's sins before the former and current powers of the Duchy of Crawford.

But there was no way to escape.

"Should I tell you everything one by one? There's more than enough evidence."

"Oh, no. I'm Seri Conus Bennett of the Treasury."

"What did you do?"

"At the order of Elder Stephen Kehoe, I stole gold coins from the royal treasury and vaults."

"What were you going to do with them?"

"Originally, I planned to keep them as slush funds, but since a foreigner was coming as Prime Minister, I framed him… … ."

As the details of the crime came out, the elders' faces became grave.

For now, only Stephen Kehoe's name was mentioned.

Because it seemed like the rest would be revealed soon.

Who here hadn't embezzled national funds?

"Hey, you! Where the hell are you talking nonsense about!"

One of the elders, whose feet were numb, rebuked Abel.

Of course, the one who shouted was Stephen Kehoe, whose name had been mentioned.

But he couldn't keep being stubborn.

Cordell McNeil dragged someone in and made him kneel on the floor.

Elder Kehoe opened his mouth wide when he saw the man's face.

"The agent you were working with was arrested a long time ago. This person has already confessed everything. And he even has a handwritten order."

"I… I see."

A sigh of despair.

Stephen Kehoe must have had a hunch.

A future where not only himself but also his family would be swept away after being caught in a crime.

He looked around with eyes pleading for help, but the elders hurriedly averted their gazes.

It was a gesture of trying to somehow evade responsibility.

It's still not sturdy.

Aren't they the kind of people who take it for granted to suck the blood of the people and try to embezzle the money they have earned that way?

Of course, there would be no such thing as loyalty.

Abel looked straight at Brahan Soltree.

Even in this situation, his expression did not change much.

At first, he seemed a little flustered but soon regained his composure.

Since he didn't move himself, does that mean there's nothing to worry about?

In that case, Abel could understand that kind of attitude.

But he knew one thing and not two.

Now that he had a reason, he could decide the scope of the sword dance as he pleased.

"Something unpleasant has happened in the Senate, and you must take responsibility."

"Elder Stephen Kehoe, it is your own fault. Why do you want to walk the path of a tyrant?"

"It will be no use struggling."

"What does that mean?"

"The arrest operation has already begun."

The information that Peltron had gathered was truly enormous.

Because Abel was able to know all the inside stories of the influential Crawford family.

Who on earth was conscious of crows and bats and careful about what they said?

In places where there were no people, secret conversations tended to take place.

Brahan Soltree, however, had a look on his face that said he had no idea what was going on.

It was almost as if he was asking what Abel was going to do.

"Isn't it true that the treasures of the Crawford family are not only found here?"

"… … !"

Abel just blurted out a word, and the movements of Senior Chief Soltree stopped abruptly.

It was as if his heart had been stabbed with a knife.

Abel spoke with a bitter smile.

"I found the stolen goods hidden in the lake, but do you think I wouldn't know that they were buried deep inside the house?"

The elders, including Brahan Soltree, must have made thorough preparations.

If they were caught with the royal treasure, they could be arrested and charged with treason.

After completely swallowing up the country, it wouldn't matter what they had.

But it was a weakness that had to be kept hidden until the Crawford Dynasty was overthrown.

Paley III, who had reached his limit, would even try to use the royal treasure.

That was the starting point of the revolution.

Of course, that wouldn't happen anymore.

Tadadadada!

Just then, someone came running up and whispered something to Brahan Soltree.

But because his breathing was so rough, his voice was quite loud.

"Whoa! Whoa, Director. Gasp! Look, the main house is being robbed!"

"What?"

Brahan Soltree glared at Abel with blazing eyes.

"This is an abuse of power! How could Attorney Mitchell allow such an outrage?"

Oh, so that's what he believed in?

It was so simple.

Abel answered with a slight shrug.

"They said they would allow it after I said a few words."

"…So?"