Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

A man on horseback and two carriages.

Anyone who saw it would see that he was acting suspiciously.

"Are the items ready?"

"Okay, I'll take them out right away."

"I'll load them quickly."

"Yes."

The security guards soon began digging through the sand. Then, a wide floor door appeared.

'Wow! They hid it in a place like that?'

It was truly a perfect disguise. The terrain of the desert was constantly changing. When the wind blows, the sand dunes move.

They really were amazing, installing a secret underground room in a place like that. It was pure admiration.

And there was something even more surprising.

"Isn't that a person?" I asked the question with my voice as low as possible.

Then Hojaein nodded heavily. The bailiff's eyes also seemed to have caught sight of the people riding in the carriage.

But it was at that very moment.

Swish!

The face of a man on horseback briefly illuminated by a torch.

'Huh? Where have I met him?'

Even though it was only a fleeting sight, a feeling of discomfort welled up deep inside me. I tilted my head for a moment, but then I realized his true identity right away.

'That servant who followed Skyler around! Isn't that him?'

Although we only met briefly at the entrance to the correctional headquarters, I remembered it clearly.

The anger I felt back then is still vivid. I had a hard time holding back the urge to kill him right away. I looked back and laughed.

"Hojaein."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor."

"Just go back quietly. Then, as soon as the sun rises tomorrow, arrest John Brooks and those police officers."

"I organized the security force, but I don't have the authority to make arrests."

"What's the problem? It's the governor's order."

"Ah!"

Because I divided the powers, the consuls could only be involved in administration.

The existing police force did not even exist, so Hojaein was in charge for a While .

Should we say that the separation of powers has been achieved, at least roughly? But in Delia, there was a transcendent figure who had all the power.

That was me, the governor. Whether it was a bailiff, a police officer, or a judge, if it was someone he had to criticize.

Hojaein nodded with a stern expression, seemingly realizing the truth now.

Then he left the scene as secretly as possible. I stared at Skyler attendant.

'I thought he would keep doing that, I know, he can't break a habit.'

Our Skyler stopped human trafficking just because she was called to trial once? Hey, how could that be?

"Depart!"

Dagdak! Dagdak!

Chasing a speeding carriage was hard work. But there was not the slightest complaint.

"This time, I will strike you with the hammer of justice."

Because it was a perfect opportunity to tease Skyler Sierra. I can endure any hardship.

But why aren't I attacking them right away and just chasing them?

Because they can always evade it.

People who opened the floor door and came out climbed onto the carriage on their own feet.

What this means is that they don't even know they are being sold.

They will realize this only after they reach their destination and are treated harshly.

The reasoning was simple.

If a person suddenly disappears, the police would definitely be notified. With only three agents who are sympathetic to human trafficking, the truth cannot be completely hidden.

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It was highly likely that even the family members did not report it.

'If I were to pursue more perfection, I would have sent some money home.' In the name of the kidnapped person.

Then you will know that they are truly living well.

"Wow! But where on earth are we going? I'm dying from exhaustion."

It's already been half a day since I followed the carriage trail.

It was such a considerable speed that it couldn't help but raise the beast's heart rate.

However, it is natural to feel tired. It seemed like it would be much easier to just catch up in an instant.

'It feels like I've run two or three marathons in a row.'

A time when I felt like I was reaching my limit. Finally, the carriage slowed down.

A fortress built in a secluded place on the side of a mountain. Although it looked abandoned on the outside, it was surprisingly full of people.

The empty lot was bustling with carriages, each one coming from somewhere.

"Okay! Those who have arrived, please move inside one by one!"

"You must write your name and address to send money."

Just seeing people yelling and ordering things seemed like they were giving real jobs.

But there were more than one or two strange things. What on earth are they doing in such a remote fortress?

Besides, all of the people who got off the carriage were quite beautiful.

'Most of them are lower class.'

I could tell that much just by looking at their shabby appearance.

But, something felt a bit off. Because Skyler mostly kidnapped noblewomen. It seems like he was a little intimidated by the last incident.

But there was someone who got off only after the vacant lot was cleared.

A person being dragged around, tied tightly with rope. Although he looked quite worn out, it was not difficult to tell that he was a nobleman.

Even though it was dirty, the shape of the dress was clearly different from that of the lower class.

'Well then, that's right. Does the dog stop pooping?'

I took out the gavel with a smile of conversion.

First, should I break that unlucky servant's his head?

I can do that much while he's being arrested.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?" Hojaein whispered urgently.

"Yes, I am. Let's move swiftly and quietly. We need to catch them all."

Hojaein nodded, and together we stealthily approached the fortress.

The guards were too drunk or too careless to notice us slipping past them. We positioned ourselves near the entrance, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I raised my gavel, feeling the weight of justice in my hand.

"This time, Skyler Sierra, you won't escape the hammer of justice."

At my signal, Hojaein and I stormed the fortress, catching the culprits by surprise.