Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

"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.

Would Count Braden really shake hands like that?

'No way. If things get quiet, they'll probably try to negotiate behind the scenes.'

He was going to take his son away by offering some big advantage.

Since I'm not going to take care of it like the doppelganger guy, it's probably going to be a struggle for a few years.

'I'll tell them to take care of what happens next, and should i take a break now?'

I was about to leave the court as soon as work was over. But today, there was one more person standing next to the carriage.

A man wearing light armor in a plain style.

Anyone who looked at him felt like he had been raised well to be a knight. I quietly turned around and tried to go to the carriage, but, as expected, the man blocked my way.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness Carriers."

"Who are you?"

"I am Cordell McNeill, Black Agent of the Imperial Guard."

Even just hearing the introduction made my head spin.

I understand that you mean the Imperial Guard Knights.

'What? Black? Agent? What the hell is this?'

Perhaps sensing my curious gaze, Cordell continued his explanation.

"Black Agents are agents who specialize in escorting important figures. They only act on His Majesty the Emperor's orders. They usually serve the ladies of the Imperial Family."

"Then just keep doing what you were doing. Why are you doing this to me…?"

"I told you, I only follow Your Majesty's orders."

"Yes?"

"From now on, I will be responsible for Your Majesty's security."

I hit my forehead.

What does it mean for a body called the Northern Berserker to have a knight escort?

Of course, I'm not invincible, but this seemed a bit excessive.

Honestly, a few mercenaries would have been enough.

'It's definitely a surveillance station.'

He would probably report my every move. Even though he is an escort, he is a knight with a separate master.

But it was not something that could be avoided.

Send back the interest? Most likely, I would have to face the Emperor. Do I want to meet that person with such a dazzling spiritual world again?

"Ugh! I guess I'll just accept it."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I'm just talking to myself."

"Hmm. I tend to talk to myself a lot..."

I shook my head and gave a vague answer, but Cordell was writing something in his notebook.

No, does he even record all that stuff? I had a feeling there would be a lot of headaches ahead.

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As expected, Cordell was a human being no better than a leech.

Seriously, I had to sweat profusely every time because he followed me everywhere.

He even tried to come into the bathroom, so I had to teach him a lesson.

With a gavel full of anger. But Cordell's antics didn't stop there.

"These days, Your Majesty's knights have been stirring up trouble all over the mansion."

"Why on earth is doing that?"

"He said it was for security reasons. He said there was a possibility that an assassin might have come in."

"No, where on earth would someone like that..."

"It's not like there isn't anything at all."

I tilted my head at Butler Miller Xavier's words.

But soon I had no choice but to accept it.

I've made quite a few enemies because of the decisions I've made so far. Broadly speaking, there are the noble factions of Sierra and Giovanni.

Although they were small groups, the bandits of the Relbrandt Territory could also be considered hostile forces. It was a situation that warranted the use of an escort knight.

'No, if that's the case, send someone more normal.'

I frowned, remembering the Emperor's eccentric smile. As I was walking around the garden, clicking my tongue, I heard a sharp sound from somewhere.

"Wow!"

"You are the assassin?!"

A sudden commotion followed by a rebuke.

Butler Miller Xavier and I exchanged a momentary glance.

I thought I knew what was going on just by looking at the direction the sound came from.

The sound of something breaking is probably ceramics. Cordell would have been furious at the sight of Adam, who looked like a beast.

"Ugh!"

A sigh escaped me.

This was because I had no idea how to explain it.

But then suddenly a brilliant idea occurred to me. A clever way to subdue that knight who is completely blocked in front and behind in one blow.

"He who rises as an emperor will fall as an emperor."

"Huh? What the heck is that..."

"Behave yourself. Let's go quickly."

"Yes, yes."

Leaving behind the bewildered face of Butler Miller Xavier, I ran to the storeroom. Then I grabbed a piece of ceramic that was lying on the floor.

"Oh my! A treasure to present to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Oh, my goodness! Who on earth destroyed this precious thing? It was something the craftsman worked so hard to make!"

When we barged in out of nowhere and started crying, Cordell's expression became distorted. The sharp sword pointed at Adam came down powerlessly.

"W-Was this that kind of thing?"

Cordell's voice is flustered. I smiled in conversion.

'He got caught.'

Okay, so shall we put a dog leash on this rotten guy?