Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

After quickly sending Baron Relbrandt back, I looked at the message carefully. I was so nervous a little while ago that I just skimmed through it.

'So what's the reward?'

It was a system that seemed friendly but lacked explanation. Shouldn't we talk about what has changed and how? As I was quietly furrowing my brow, something suddenly crossed my mind.

"Oh, really?"

I went straight to the full-length mirror placed in the corner of the office. Then an information window popped up.

**<Person Information>**

- **Name:** Abel Carriers

- **Status:** Duke

- **Position:** Chief Justice

- **Title:** Northern Berserker

- **Skills:** Heart of the Beast, Ruinous Retribution

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"Oh!"

As expected, the change was here.

A new skill had been unlocked. The discomfort disappeared like melting snow.

At this point, I could easily accept that the system is a bit unfriendly.

'By the way, Ruinous Retribution, what kind of skill is this?'

Just by looking at the name, it seemed like it was definitely related to attack. Of course, there was no explanation.

Then what should I do?

"The best way is to try it yourself. Ruinous Retribution."

There was no need to shout out the skill name. But since it was my first time, I tried to make noise on purpose.

There is such a thing as feeling. But even after quite some time had passed, there was no response.

"Why is it like this?"

It felt like I had been scammed for no reason since it was a skill that wouldn't even activate.

After tilting my head for a while, I absentmindedly picked up the gavel. I wondered if you might need a weapon. But it was at that very moment.

**Shhhhh! Boom!**

"Ugh!"

A blue stream of air shot out from the hammer's head and struck the walls of the office.

Then, a huge hole appeared. It was truly immense power.

'Even if I raise the beast's heart to its maximum, I don't think it will be able to do this much.'

However, the blue energy disappeared in an instant. Judging by the way the strength was draining away, it seemed to be a one-time skill. I could say it's a kind of finishing move.

"I shouldn't use this carelessly."

I shook my head, staring at the huge hole in the wall.

Even though my office was a mess, I still felt good. Because I've acquired a very useful skill. Now, even if I meet a fairly strong guy, I will be able to easily subdue him.

By the way, what about the broken wall?

'I guess I'll have to give a rough rundown and pay compensation.'

If i have money left over, what's there to worry about?

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"I'm dying. I'm dying."

With four trials a day, I really didn't have time to open my eyes.

Fortunately, the decisions were somewhat easier. If they had been as complicated as the Baron Relbrandt case, things would have been delayed even further.

Of course, that doesn't mean the trials were carried out roughly. How could that be when i have built up an image of myself so far?

"Your Honor, this is the last case. If you do this, we can go back to our old schedule next week."

I took the papers from Josef and let out a short sigh. Because the end was finally in sight.

'Please, make it easy!'

I opened the file, screaming inwardly, and there was a familiar name written on it.

Alonzo Braden.

Isn't that the scoundrel I caught while hunting humans slave on the outskirts of the territory?

Fortunately, it was a very simple incident. The evidence had already been released, and he himself had admitted it. No, to be exact, it was the defendant's father who admitted to the crime.

'So what? The important thing is that it's simple.'

Although Count Braden made an earnest request, I had no intention of giving him any consideration.

In fact, this was a savage fantasy world. Anything could happen in the wilderness that would harm a person.

Thieves are coming, what can I do?

I fully acknowledged the extent to which I were protecting myself. The standards for self-defense were broader and clearer than those of the Hell Peninsula in Northeast Asia.

'But this guy is different, right?'

It wasn't just a fight in a remote place.

Human hunting, which involves harassing innocent travelers and even human trafficking.

Of course, in Alonzo's case, no one died or was sold into slavery. However, the fact that it was a serious crime did not change.

'I really need to show you what happens if you keep hunting humans.'

As I was leafing through the documents and smiling meaningfully, Judge Colund Emir spoke to me.

"Your Honor?"

"What is it?"

"A petition from the Earldom of Braden."

A heavy bundle of documents was delivered. I chuckled and took a peek in the middle.

He wrote so much that there was no white space on the paper.

Who the hell sends something like this to save a single loser? Looking at the names written on the petition, I had a feeling I knew them.

"It seems like you've been roasting the dead and making them write. Isn't that right?"

"..."

"It's okay. Just answer. Isn't that true?"

When the judges hesitated, I shrugged and said, Still, Josef looked away, and only Colund barely nodded.

'As expected, only the powerful make and send out things like this.'

Although the standards for self-defense are different, the baptism of petitions felt similar to the Hell Peninsula. Of course, a piece of paper like this wouldn't change my judgment.

"We will now begin the trial of the Braden Estate, Human Hunting Incident. Salute your honor."

**Thud thud thud!**

People are creatures of adaptation, so as I continued to do this, the feeling of embarrassment gradually disappeared. I sat on the chair on the podium with a calm face. Soon the trial proceedings began.

Actually, there was nothing to see.

The defendant admitted all his crimes and was just hoping for leniency. The trial progressed quickly, like roasting beans in a lightning flash.

"Please sentence the defendant who seriously injured thirty people while hunting humans to 15 years in prison."

I nodded at the inspector's suggestion.

Didn't they give him 10 years for breaking your arm in the Parviant Farm incident?

Considering that this was an incident where thirty people were whipped, this was an extremely lenient punishment.

One, Alonzo's eyes were filled with hope. A tall tower of papers piled on the bench.

I guess he's hoping for a baptism of petitions. But the results were not going to change.

'Yeah. Don't change it.'

I sentenced him to 15 years in prison, just as the prosecutor had demanded.

"No way!"

Alonzo's single scream was heard, but the trial was already over.

If he don't accept it here, the only way is for the Emperor to come out in person.