Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

"Wait, doesn't that mean His Highness the Duke of Carriers uncovered the truth?"

"That's right! He saw what the inspector missed!"

"How can he have such insight? This isn't the first time he's done something like this."

"Yes, remember the case with that arsonist?"

Their praise stirred Abel's heart just a little, but he stayed the course. Praise or not, it wouldn't change the direction of the trial.

'If anything, it only makes me more committed to my work,' he thought.

If you only chase after popularity, you will end up going down the wrong path. Because what the public wants isn't necessarily the right path. First, such positive stimulation helps strengthen my beliefs.

"I will sentence you. I consider the nature of your crime to be very serious, such as demanding money at the cost of a person's life. I will sentence the defendant, Enrique Giovanni, to 50 years in prison for murder. I will also impose a fine of 3,000 gold, which will be used to help the victims."

Land! Land! Land!

Unusually, it was a rather long verdict. There were so many things that needed to be pointed out.

"Eww! No!"

Enrique's screams reverberated through the courtroom. But his tantrum didn't last long. The court reporters quickly rushed in and secured him with restraints.

Duke Giovanni, who was sitting in the audience, simply closed his eyes tightly.

*Did that person know all about my son's circumstances?*

That thought occurred to him suddenly, but he didn't dwell on it. It was certain that Enrique Giovanni had committed a great sin. What kind of protest could there be when past atrocities were exposed in front of so many people?

Even so, the honor of the Giovanni family would only be further tarnished. Duke Giovanni left the courtroom with a calm face.

"At this point, even the Aramid Church won't be able to say anything."

It was a case where the evidence was clearly revealed. Perhaps the church would not dare to express any dissatisfaction. From their perspective, there is nothing more frightening than the collapse of believers' trust.

Abel tried to finish his work quickly. The afternoon trial was a simple theft case, so there was no need to even argue it in court.

The defendant admitted his mistake and was only hoping for leniency.

"There's nothing particularly strange here," Abel muttered. He gave a relatively light punishment, considering the circumstances.

The man had been drunk and merely stolen someone else's store sign. Six months in prison with one year of probation would be sufficient.

After making that decision, Abel decided to leave work. He needed to ask Princess Justia to assist with a soap experiment before she left. But then, suddenly, absurd news came.

"Your Honor!" Judge Colund Emir rushed into the office. His usual polite demeanor was gone, and he was behaving more like Joseph. Abel immediately felt uneasy.

As expected, his ominous prediction was proven correct.

"His Majesty the Emperor condemns the conduct of the clergy!"

"..."

'No, wait a minute. You fuckin cousin!' Abel thought. 'If we do this, it will look like the royal family is conspiring against each other!'

***

The prestige of the religious order was undoubtedly an eyesore to the emperor. They were trying to exert influence in the political world by using their numerous believers as leverage.

How often had such attempts been made?

There was a time when the word 'sacred' was almost added to the name of the Empire of Enfer. This was during the time when the Aramid Order was at its peak of power.

*Even so, isn't it a bit much to bring down the hammer at this moment?*

*Aren't we in the midst of a war against the plague?*

Every priest is precious now, so what would be gained by turning the entire church into an enemy?

*Oh, and by the way, wasn't I the one who sentenced Enrique to 50 years in prison?*

Abel thought. *That man was trading with people's lives, leaving four victims to die.*

If divine power couldn't be manifested, it should have been handled by another priest.

*How can we simply ignore such an evil man?* Abel pressed his throbbing temples in frustration. But there was no changing the situation now.

To reverse the decision, Abel would have to go to the Emperor himself and request the proclamation's withdrawal.

*Yeah, that's absolutely not possible. I only have one life to live.*

If Abel brought up political arguments, he would be accused of treason, accused of desiring the throne. Why would anyone commit such a suicidal act? He shook his head vigorously to clear his mind.

"In the end, there's nothing I can do. I just have to move forward according to the original plan."

The goal was clear: develop inexpensive soap as quickly as possible and distribute it to minimize the damage from the epidemic.

In addition, several other plans came to mind.

"Let's build a water supply and sewage system, and also start a garbage collection business."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Of course, there was already a sewer system in the city. A large waterway ran along the road. But people threw anything and everything into it, causing constant clogs and unbearable odors.

*Diseases come from those sewers. We can't leave it as it is.*

*It's difficult to bring modern water facilities into this world, but we can make them more sanitary than they are now,* Abel thought as he got into the carriage, his mind racing with ideas.

The court was close to the imperial palace, so the ride was brief.

*Why did I come here if not to meet the Emperor?*

*Because Princess Justia is staying here,* Abel reminded himself. She was a distinguished guest from abroad, staying in private accommodations near the palace.

*This timing is perfect,* Abel thought. *With the empire's attention focused on the Emperor's proclamation, no one will notice my actions.*

"What brings you here?" a knight asked.

"This is Duke Carriers, who sent a message this morning. We are to meet briefly this evening."

"Oh, I've been waiting for you. Come this way."

Abel followed the knight's instructions inside the luxurious guest quarters.

*This place is almost the heart of the palace,* he thought, admiring the surroundings. *It's as impressive as my own mansion.*

The knight stopped walking. "Here it is."

"Thank you." Abel gave a quick nod and entered, just as Princess Justia emerged.

"Hello?"

"Oh… Your style is really cool!" Abel commented.

"Doesn't this look familiar? I had it tailored at the Midias clothing store."

"But when the princess wears it, the atmosphere really comes alive. You look stunning."

"You're too kind. It's thanks to the clothes you made. But what brings you here? We didn't have dinner plans."

Princess Justia seemed puzzled. It was around mealtime, but Abel hadn't come to eat. He quickly clarified the misunderstanding. Enjoy exclusive content from empire

"I didn't mean to invite you to dinner in the capital. I meant to invite you to my mansion."

"Aha! I see."

"With all the trials, the message may not have been conveyed properly."

"If the Duke invites me, I'll gladly accept. Shall we leave now?"

"There's no need for a formal occasion, so what you're wearing is perfect."

Princess Justia was dressed in a pastel-green skirt and a pure white jacket, giving her a fresh, modern look.

*Midias' fashion industry is undergoing incredible changes,* Abel thought. *People are on the verge of replacing their entire wardrobes.*

"Let's go," Abel said, leading her to a separate carriage bound for the Carriers Duchy. Along the way, his mind buzzed with ideas sparked by his brief conversation with the princess.

*Bags, shoes, hats, cosmetics…* The list went on. *This world is like a blank sheet of paper,* Abel mused. *Every thought turns into a potential business venture.*

They arrived at the mansion.

"Thank you, Uncle Brandon," Abel greeted the groom and entered. Inside, he followed the usual routine: chatting with the maids, being served meals, and thinking about his businesses.

*I've started so many ventures, and I still have court duties during the day. How do I find the time?*

Of course, the butlers handled most of the daily tasks. But Abel had to make the most important decisions. *Even two bodies wouldn't be enough for this workload.*

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the estate as Abel walked alongside Princess Justia through the expansive halls of the Carriers Duchy.

The elegant décor and grandeur of the building reflected the long-standing prestige of the family. Abel led the way, his mind abuzz with thoughts of the trial earlier that day, but more importantly, with the grand plans he had set in motion.

As they entered the grand dining room, the servants were already bustling about, setting the table with an array of fine dishes.

The smell of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and aromatic herbs filled the air, enticing Abel's senses. Still, his mind remained preoccupied with the latest imperial developments.

Princess Justia sat gracefully at the head of the table, her poised demeanor never faltering, even amidst Abel's silent contemplation. She tilted her head slightly, watching him with curiosity.