Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The Aftermath of Chaos

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To the east of Caldwell's estate lay the Earldom of Holbrook.

Although it could not be completely ruled out in this incident, it had been quietly overlooked as a suspect.

"There's chaos there over the succession issue."

Abel wasn't particularly interested in gossip, but he had heard the major details. Perhaps that was the reason why Earl Holbrook had refused Count Caldwell's request for help.

So, there was only one place left—Earl McCartney.

"If you can destroy my chimeras like this, then your skills are certainly impressive."

"This is not a big deal."

"So what are you planning to do? I don't think you'll disguise it as the work of a monster like I did."

Abel smiled at Ezekiel's question. Then, Ezekiel leaned in closer and said, "Do you not recognize me?"

"He has a pretty handsome face, but he doesn't seem to be famous…"

Ezekiel, who had been tilting his head and muttering, went speechless. It seemed he had finally realized Abel's true identity.

"Hey, you? This…!"

"It's late."

Ezekiel stood facing Abel. It was within arm's reach, making escape impossible. With the physical abilities of a mere warlock, he wouldn't even be able to react.

In Abel's Warhammer, you know.

Phew! Bam!

"Gulp!"

As Ezekiel's eyes rolled back and he fell, the Crucifixes began to panic.

"Carp? Carp!"

"Bombshell! Bombshell!"

But Abel couldn't throw a punch right away. He was still holding their master.

"Oh my! Where do you dare?"

As Hector Punisher's blade was brought to bear on Ezekiel's neck, the Crucifixes stopped moving. Even with their low intelligence, they could still recognize that their owner was in danger.

Abel walked around and broke all the carp's necks.

Crunch! Crunch!

Maybe it was because they were stupid, but it seemed they didn't even think about saving their master.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Hunting is this easy."

Then came the moment to finish off the last one.

Bam!

[The Caldwell Estate's disaster, the Chimera Wave, has been stopped.]

[A reward will be given.]

[Judge Staff Mastery is changed to Warhammer Mastery.]

[Warhammer Mastery skill has grown to level 51.]

"Oh! This is killing me?"

These days, judges don't use the gavel as a weapon, so to be honest, Abel felt it was a bit of a shame.

But he couldn't just let Hector Punisher, known for his amazing performance, rot away, right?

He was considering using it even if it meant leveling up from level 1.

But, is this how you apply gavel mastery? What better reward could there be?

When using the Warhammer, all abilities increase evenly.

'Okay, let's go up now.'

Abel walked around the community with Ezekiel slung over his shoulder, seeking a way out. He thought if he went to where this guy had come from, it would probably work.

"Yes!"

As expected, in addition to the strange device on the common ceiling, there was an entrance.

The passage was very narrow, as if it had been made for Ezekiel to pass through alone.

Still, there was no major problem getting out.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Only this guy Abel was carrying was suffering. Because it was so narrow, Abel would bump into things and get scratched here and there.

-Wow! This is really vicious.

-A human being worse than a devil!

Shuguri and Peltron, who were watching the scene, each said something.

Of course, these half-dead bastards had to pay a price for their nonsense.

Abel didn't have enough hands right now, so he'd have to use words.

"Both of you are banned from using your spiritual energy for a week."

-Ugh! No!

-I was wrong, human!

The two grabbed Abel by the legs of his pants, but it didn't stop him from walking. It was so small that he couldn't even feel its weight.

"Uh?"

After walking like that for a while, an exit finally appeared before Abel's eyes.

When he went outside, bright sunlight and a large crowd of people awaited him.

"Huh? Why are there so many people gathered here all of a sudden?"

As he looked around in bewilderment, someone noticed him and shouted,

"Hey, over there!"

"Ewww!"

Startled by the sudden shout, Abel began running in the opposite direction.

"No, why on earth are you doing this?!"

But then, suddenly, he saw a familiar face waving in the crowd.

It looked like someone had a sign written on their forehead that said, "I'm a pervert."

The person who appeared and blocked the way was Cordell McNeil.

"Just a moment, Your Majesty!"

"Huh? Sir McNeil? Why are you coming out of that crowd?"

Come to think of it, where had he been all this time?

His escort was in danger, and he only showed up now?

What did that mean? There were articles about such negligence in work.

As if he sensed Abel's close gaze, Cordell began to speak around with a dry cough.

"Ahem! I'm not a monster expert; I'm a human expert."

To call this an excuse, honestly, Abel would have been speechless even if he had been hit 300 times.

So he tried to give Cordell a light kick, but Cordell McNeil quickly backstepped and retreated.

He was really quick at reading situations.

"Why are you doing this? It's not like I was just sitting here doing nothing."

"Then what did you do?"

"Look at this huge crowd. Do you think they came all the way to a foreign place for no reason?"

"You say Lord McNeil has gathered the people?"

"Sure!"

"Why on earth?"

"We were going to fight if it came down to it. No matter how strong the monsters are, they won't be able to handle it if several of them attack. We have this."

Cordell McNeil picked up a rock.

They were untrained people, so they were probably thinking of starting a stone-throwing fight.

Still, it was too dangerous to deal with the Crucifixes.

Even if they won, the damage would be enormous.

Abel sighed, but at least nothing like that happened.

He nodded vaguely and asked a question.

"But how did you gather so many people?"

"Of course, I sold His Highness the Duke's name."

His fame in the empire was second only to that of the Emperor.

Perhaps other dukes were no match for him.

But if you mentioned Cordell McNeil, a hundred people would say they didn't know him.

How many knights were there in the Imperial Guard? Could anyone remember them all?

Besides, Cordell's position as a black agent specializing in espionage meant his identity wasn't revealed at all.

So the only way to gather support was to spread the word that Abel was in danger.

He understood. As for Cordell, he had done his best.

"But why am I so annoyed?"

"Well, I don't know."

"I think it's because of Sir McNeil's overly calm attitude."

"Hey! How could that be? Okay, that's not the point. Did you get rid of all those bastards?"

"Yes, I did."

"Haha! Then that's good."

Cordell McNeil walked up to the group and started explaining something.

It felt like he was telling a story.

Then, a series of sighs broke out, and someone asked,

"So what's the conclusion? His Majesty the Duke has completely destroyed those carp?"

"That's it!"

As Cordell answered with a snap of his fingers, a huge cheer erupted.

It felt like lightning struck right in front of Abel's nose.

"Ewww!"

"His Majesty the Carrier has saved Caldwell!"

"I can finally plow the wheat fields!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Of course, it wasn't a bad thing to make his achievements known to the world.

But who told Cordell to do that?

"Oh my! I can't just throw that away."

Abel waved his hand lightly, internally slapping Cordell McNeil a hundred times.

When they cheered for him like that, he couldn't ignore it.

He wasn't an athlete, but fan service was important to him.

"Zu ... Dagdak! Dagdak!

While Abel was greeting people, he heard the sound of a horse galloping from somewhere.

Thirty horses swarmed in.

Leading them was the Earl of Caldwell.

It seemed he was the one who had just shouted.

"Are you okay? I brought all my troops here just in case."

The knights were armed enough to head into battle at any moment.

However, they seemed extremely shabby, their appearance revealing they had been scraped clean.

In fact, it should be said that there was not much difference from the peasant army.

'You said that the fighting that has continued until now has left the family in ruins?'

Abel must have seemed like a savior, having appeared just before the realm was about to collapse.

"It's all over now."

"Oh my! Thank you, Your Majesty! I will never forget this favor for the rest of my life."

Abel put an arm around Count Caldwell's shoulders as the man shed hot tears.

"Please, feel the emotion later. Right now, there are more important matters to attend to," Abel said, guiding him forward. "Come this way for a moment."

They walked together through a wheat field riddled with holes, as Abel began recounting the recent events. His voice was steady as he laid out the conspiracy involving the warlock Ezekiel and Count McCartney.

"I never dreamed that such an elaborate conspiracy could be woven into the fabric!" Count Caldwell exclaimed, his shock evident.

Abel nodded. "It seems he did this because he sensed the Emperor's displeasure when waging a war of attrition."

"Should we bring a lawsuit?" Caldwell asked, hope flickering in his tone.

"There's not enough evidence for that," Abel replied, his tone pragmatic. "All we have is a single warlock."