Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

For now, the ruling has been completed, but one trouble remains."

I looked at the being in front of me with a shocked expression.

The god of the earth, who had nowhere to go, followed me to the mansion. In fact, it had to be like this.

The Erset mine was scheduled to be closed until it was sold.

Where else would a guy who only ate expensive meat go? If you're not going to hunt it yourself, you'll have to stick with a rich guy.

'That was what the contract said in the first place.'

There was one reason why the Earth God came to visit the miners' corpses.

I decided to take responsibility for a certain part of his livelihood. In return, he testified in court.

"If you bring a hideous monster into the mansion, Your Majesty's honor will be tarnished."

Deacon Miller Xavier pointed at the Earth God with a troubled expression.

Because the workers couldn't work because of him.

"If your honor is to be diminished because of something like this, it's as if you didn't have it in the first place. First of all, we need to change our perception. Start by spreading the fact that he won't attack."

"Are people going to believe it?"

"Look at me. I'm standing right next to him."

I deliberately walked closer to the Earth God and shrugged my shoulders. Deacon Miller Xavier then nodded.

"Yes, I understand."

I guess looks are the problem.

Because he looks so unique.

If I had to describe what this guy looked like, there was an image that immediately came to mind.

Adam from Beauty and the Beast.

I felt exactly like that friend. If I looked closely, it seemed surprisingly cute.

"I think I should take a shower first. To get along well with people."

"Why should I do that? God only reigns."

"You got beaten by me, so now God is me, isn't it?"

"Well, does that happen?"

"Is there a god who loses to humans? Stop playing stupid games and think about how to live from now on."

"I've never even thought about that."

"First, let's decide on a name. You can't keep calling yourself God."

As I tried to find a suitable name, I suddenly wondered if it was necessary. Doesn't it resemble a beast anyway? Then just call it something similar.

"Adam would be nice."

"It doesn't seem bad."

"The name is settled. The problem is where to stay and what to do..."

"Wait a minute, what does work involve?"

Adam widened his eyes and expressed doubt. It seemed like he couldn't accept the fact that he had to work.

"It's a given in my mansion. Those who do not work, do not eat. Have you never heard this?"

"I heard that most nobles don't work."

"So you are a noble?"

"That's not it."

If he did not admit that he had lost authority and patronage, there was only one fate left. Since he dared to call himself a god, he might be punished by the church.

The Inquisitors might come rushing in and break his spirit. When this fact was pointed out to him, Adam nodded with difficulty.

"Anyway, what are you good at? Not looking for ore."

"I don't like working hard. This time, too, I thought I was going to die looking for the bodies."

"He's as big as a mountain and muscular?"

"It means that my tendency is like that."

"You're just lazy. If I can't find another talent, I'll just leave you to plow the fields."

"Well, like that... ah! I'm good at making bowls."

I was speechless for a while because it was very unexpected. Come to think of it, I remembered seeing dishes of various sizes in Adam's hiding place.

This guy was surprisingly a gourmet and liked formal things. So he must have brought a table and tableware into the dark cave.

'Should I also start a pottery business?'

The first thing seemed to be to measure the extent of Adam's abilities. If it's not really good, you can't sell it.

"What do you need to make it?"

"You just need materials and space."

"What about a kiln?"

"Okay. We'll get the dirt ourselves, so just provide us with the cave."

"It doesn't have to be a cave, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I will give you a building."

Honestly, this was worth the investment. I immediately tried to assign them a warehouse of an appropriate size. There must be someone to take care of this guy for a while.

"Xavier's house... No, it was there just now, where did he go?"

Miller had already disappeared. Instead, an unfamiliar figure approached hesitantly.

"Who are you?"

"Nice to see you, Your Royal Highness the Duke of Carriers. My name is Tobias Wilkin, and I am learning to be a butler."

Tobias was a sturdy young man with long black hair tied in a ponytail.

It seemed they chose him because of his clean image, and it was perfect for the current situation. I still have to get Adam used to it.

"Tobias, please take care of this friend. We can use the warehouse over there for the studio."

"What about accommodation?"

"He probably won't be able to stay with the workers, so we'll have to remodel the warehouse room."

"I will follow your orders."

He nodded because it was an order, but he seemed very worried. Well, isn't Adam taller than 2m and about four or five times as big as a normal person? Taking care of Adam would have been daunting.

'But what can I do? If I have to peel it, I have to peel it.' There is no place where butlers are treated better than here.

I smiled and turned away. Now that I've solved one big case, I thought I'd take a break. However, it was only a few days after I was given the job. Amazing results were waiting for me.

"This is what you made?"

"Yes."

Adam shrugged his shoulders with a triumphant expression.

A vessel that boasted an insanely brilliant appearance. While I was just blinking, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

'Viscount Erset, are you a fool?'