Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Crunch! Crunch! Thud!

The heavy iron bars closed with an ominous sound. This is the Capital Correction Headquarters. Although it appeared to be a prison, it was actually a giant mine. Those sentenced here would have a hellish experience until their release.

"I am not a dog!"

The inmate who had just arrived screamed, clutching the bars. His behavior was filthy, with venom still in his eyes.

This bastard's true identity was none other than Skylar Sierra. The one who was spewing insults was me.

"The rich want more, so they resort to human trafficking. And the nobles who accept it are truly a sight to behold."

Strictly speaking, the entire Sierra aristocracy should have been punished.

But if they insist that they bought it without knowing, that's the end of it.

Because this is a world where slavery is legal. In fact, putting Skylar in jail was a huge deal.

Even if the heir to the Duke's family committed a crime, who would punish him?

Only someone as ignorant as me would ever think of it.

"You are a prisoner who has been sentenced to 40 years in prison, so I will manage you thoroughly."

As I was looking around the cell with a big smile on my face, someone suddenly spoke to me. The newly appointed head of the corrections department, Baron Aiden Relbrandt.

Since I saved his life, this man has become my faithful servant. There will be no more Skylar being released. Because I will not yield to any external pressure.

"Please manage him well so that there is no preferential treatment."

"I guess he's such a big shot. I'll pay a lot of attention to him."

"Yes, I have a favor to ask."

Baron Relbrandt bowed his head with a smile. I looked at Skylar Sierra's face one last time, curious about what kind of expression he was making.

"Whew! Whoa!"

But, the guy kept spitting like an enraged orangutan.

"That guy!"

Baron Relbrandt gritted his teeth at the sight. Then he quickly nodded his head. The guards, who received the signal, repeatedly struck Skylar's back and legs.

Bam! Bam!

"Kwaaak! Hey, do you think you guys will get away with this?"

Even though the bastard was throwing a tantrum, the beatings showed no signs of abating. After a while, when his body was about to go limp, the beating with the club stopped.

"Good. Please keep doing that until he listens well."

I did not spare my praise.

Blowing your nose without using your hands, this level of lip service is possible anytime.

The guards smiled brightly and saluted.

Skylar is going to suffer a lot for a while. He has been living like this for 26 years, so do I think his terrible temper will just disappear all at once?

He'll probably run wild thinking he still has some power left and then get beaten up.

Someday, when our precious child has been properly educated, I must visit. That sight will also be an interesting one.

I walked outside, leaving the fallen Skylar behind. Even though I solved a big case, I couldn't just rest easy. There are still tasks left in the court that only the highest judge can perform.

Besides, I had to take a look around the Carriers Duchy as well. I'm also curious about the current status of Midias' factories and shopping districts.

But, just as I was about to leave the correction headquarters, someone familiar, yet somehow undesirable, suddenly appeared.

"It's been a while, Your Highness the Duke of Carriers."

"Uh… Adit Viscount?"

"Haha! Thank you for remembering. It's an honor."

"No problem. But what are you doing here?"

In fact, the moment this person appeared, I had a feeling of an ominous future.

Why would the chief chamberlain, who could be said to be the emperor's closest confidant, come? Of course, it was my scary cousin who called me.

"An imperial decree has been issued to enter the palace and report on the events that have occurred."

If you were the successor to a duke's family, you could be called a crown prince in the vassal state.

This was an incident where a person like that ended up being sentenced to 40 years in prison. Of course, as the emperor, I had no choice but to ask what the circumstances were.

Because it also has a political stance.

But does that person care about that?

He is the kind of person who wouldn't even bat an eyelid if the Duke of Sierra came to him in person to complain about the injustice.

I guess he just called out of curiosity. Would he come up with some strange reason to harass me?

"If you want to go, go for it. Let's go."

"Haha! I will take care of it." I followed the footsteps of Adit, the attendant, with a rather light heart.
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As we made our way through the bustling streets towards the palace, my mind raced with thoughts of what the emperor might want. The air was thick with the sounds of the city—vendors shouting, children playing, and the distant clatter of hooves on cobblestone. The imposing silhouette of the palace loomed closer with each step.

When we finally arrived at the grand entrance, Adit Viscount led me through a series of lavish corridors adorned with rich tapestries and intricate carvings. The opulence of the palace always had a way of making one feel both insignificant and awestruck.

"His Majesty awaits you in the throne room," Adit said, his tone respectful but with an underlying hint of urgency.

As the massive doors to the throne room swung open, I was greeted by the sight of Emperor Charon sitting on his golden throne, his piercing eyes fixed on me.

The room was filled with the scent of incense, and the atmosphere was one of restrained power.

"Your Majesty," I said, bowing deeply.

"Duke of Carriers," Emperor Charon replied, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I hear you've been quite busy."

"Indeed, Your Majesty," I answered, standing upright again. "I have been ensuring that justice is served, even against those of high status."

The emperor's lips curled into a slight smile, though his eyes remained cold.