Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The capital of the empire, Perias, was abuzz with talk about an unusual event. There was a rumor that the Duke of Sierre had been taken to court and was to stand trial.

"Does this make any sense? What kind of ploy are they pulling?" one person asked.

"He didn't go to the police or the prosecutor's office; he went straight to the court. It starts getting really strange from here," another replied.

Everyone who heard the rumor expressed doubts. The situation was far from normal.

There had been many unusual legal incidents before, often for the benefit of the powerful.

But what about now? A person who could be called the head of a powerful group was brought to court as a defendant.

As people were muttering, a passerby intervened. Judging by his attire, he seemed to have just returned from out of town.

"No, what are you all talking about? Haven't you heard the news that His Highness, the Duke of Carriers, is returning?"

"He went to be the governor of some autonomous territory. It's only been half a year, and he's already back?"

"I happened to be going out to Delia to sell groceries, so I witnessed it clearly."

"But what happened?"

"It's obvious what he's doing. The pace of development in the Duchy of Carriers and Midias is incredible."

Delia was known as a country full of barbarians.

In reality, that wasn't the case, but public perception was poor due to the national finances being bankrupt from defeat and constant rebellions. But everyone nodded their heads.

That's why the Duke of Carriers was mentioned.

"Ah! As expected, he's been showing off his skills there too!"

"And he even came back to the dukedom again!"

Of course, Able's dispatch as governor was not over yet. He had just come back for a moment to pick up Skyler Sierre.

Nonetheless, people cheered, thinking he was back for good.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't we be going to court right now?"

"You can't miss that great view!"

In fact, the Duke of Sierre did not harm the people of the capital. But the image of his political party was not very good.

Subordinate nobles wouldn't pay their wages, committing all sorts of atrocities on top of that. Perhaps because of this, the crowd heading to the courthouse continued to grow larger.

"Let's go! See the famous judgment of His Highness, the Duke of Carriers!"

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I entered the courtroom with a calm face, but inside, I wasn't at peace. There were so many spectators. We didn't promote the trial, so why did people flock here?

'Oh, I'm feeling nervous for no reason.'

Usually, I was okay with crowds, but wasn't it a bit much for the courtroom to be overflowing

In addition, the crowds watching from outside the building were enormous. It was almost like a concert by a super popular singer.

'No, it's better. Those people will add new pressure.'

From now on, I was going to find Duke Sierre's weak points.

Even a politically seasoned figure would be embarrassed by the jeers of thousands of people. We needed to guide the situation well so that it could happen.

"We will now begin the trial of the large-scale human trafficking case against the Duke of Sierre. Salute your honor."

Thud, thud, thud!

At this moment, the audience usually bowed slightly and the reporter would salute. But today, the atmosphere was different.

"Ewww!"

"The Duke of Carriers has returned!"

"Please wave your hand just once, Your Majesty!"

"You are handsome!"

A loud cheer erupted out of nowhere.

Not only the judges but even the court reporters and prosecutors looked shocked.

Duke Sierre, who had been sitting with a gloomy face, also opened his eyes wide. On the other hand, I was looking around the room as solemnly as possible.

As I slightly raised my hand, the sound diminished as if it were a lie.

"The trial has begun, so please remain quiet."

It was strange. So many people were under my control.

My heart was pounding, but now was not the time to be sentimental.

I bowed my head politely to the audience.

I meant it as a thank you for following the instructions, but it ended up having the opposite effect.

The courtroom, which had been quiet, began to hear whispering sounds.

"He even show respect to lowly people like us. Your Majesty the Carrier is truly worthy."

"Yes! Our Duke's virtue is always great, no matter where."

"Since when did he become our Duke? Be careful what you say."

"I work for the Duke of Carriers. He is my Duke or your Duke?"

"That makes sense, but we're in court. Keep quiet."

"Ouch! Shh! Shh!"

There was a brief commotion due to a few people, but the atmosphere quickly calmed down. This phenomenon occurred because they respected me that much. It seemed as if my trial was truly sacred.

"Let's proceed with the procedure. Defendant, are you the Duke of Sierre?"

"...Yes."

Planger Sierre furrowed his brow at Judge Emir's question.

Originally, it was standard to use a special honorific when addressing high-ranking noble. Continue your journey with m|v-l'e m,p y r

Wouldn't you call a mere knight "sir"? But this was a courtroom, and Corbin was now the defendant. Where is that in the recognition process?

'Is he feeling a little scratched?'

His expression turned sour, probably because he didn't expect to be treated like this.

Throughout history, the only time a duke was arrested was for treason.

At that time, he could at least preserve some honor, but what about now?

Weren't he caught in a large-scale human trafficking case? It is shameful to the dignity of the high nobility.

Of course, deep frustration will arise.

"Inspector, please proceed with the interrogation."

"Yes."

After a few formalities, I turned to Corbin Sears.

Typically, the imperial courts and prosecution offices distributed trials randomly.

But this time, it was me beating the drum and the janggu. Moreover, a huge tycoon took the defendant's seat.

Without a hunting dog-level platform, I wouldn't be able to ask proper questions.

But Corbin Sears had been training hard enough.