Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 256: The Trial of Count Kuslov

Peltron lay on the floor, flailing his arms and legs—just like a child throwing a tantrum.

Of course, Abel had no intention of doing the same. Rules were rules, after all. He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble in a league that was running smoothly.

But then, Peltron said something that pierced his heart.

—"Even a captain doesn't have a knighthood! Then it's possible!"

"Uh..."

To be honest, it wasn't wrong.

In the North, Abel Carriers held no official title. It felt like an asymmetrical force operating independently. Since he was a member of the royal family, he probably never felt the need to obtain a knighthood or anything of the sort.

Abel nodded slightly.

"If it's a short-term contract, I'll think about it."

—"Oh! Really?"

"Instead, I think you should make more active use of your subordinates' surveillance capabilities."

—"Of course."

Peltron was already subordinate to Abel.

In truth, it would have been possible to borrow the bat's abilities. But everyone knew the truth—if people were forced to work without compensation, the results wouldn't be great.

What Peltron needs now is to recruit excellent players.

Just the fact that Abel was involved would cause new talent to flock in like clouds. That was why Peltron was so excited, even after taking on such a bothersome task.

"Okay, then shall we go and finish this troublesome trial?"

—"Hey!"

Peltron jumped onto Abel's shoulder, fluttering his wings in excitement.

But then, Judge Josef Padilla, who had been watching the situation unfold, tilted his head.

"Your Honor?"

"Why?"

"There is one problem."

"What is it?"

"How can we be sure that this isn't a manipulated video?"

"Oh!"

That was unexpected.

Neither Abel nor Peltron had any personal stake in this incident. They hadn't even figured out who the real perpetrator was yet. In fact, Abel didn't even know which noble families were involved.

It wasn't a problem for them, but others might see it differently.

A skeptical person like Josef Padilla would certainly object.

Besides, Peltron was half-demon.

The general public knew little about demigods or half-demons. But the perpetrator's lawyer would definitely dig into every detail.

They might even question Peltron's very existence.

How can you trust a lump of devil power?

It would be difficult to make them understand.

But even without Peltron's abilities, they could reach the right conclusion through proper investigation.

The three-dimensional image made of purple light beams only added to Abel's confidence in his decision.

He could explain everything with other evidence.

However, the slightly crumpled Peltron suddenly jumped up, flapping his wings.

—"Oh, that's right."

"What?"

—"I can imitate the sounds that were made at that time."

"No, you should have said that earlier!"

—"Do I really need to hear that? It was just a carriage colliding with another carriage."

"Stop talking and just do it."

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—"Yeah. Just a moment."

As Peltron gestured, a bat hanging on a tree flapped its wings and flew over. Then, it grabbed Abel's sleeve and hung upside down.

Looking at it up close, the bat looked slightly different from Peltron.

Well, that was to be expected—it wasn't a real bat.

—"Okay, let's begin."

—"Yes, brother."

—"Swoop! Hey, you—"

After taking a deep breath, Peltron flew toward the carriage on the right, flapping violently and shouting.

—"You fucking dog! How dare you drive like that there?! You'll die today, and I'll live! You'll be a piece of shit!"

"… …"

Abel stared at him, dumbfounded.

The bat under his command slowly approached and flapped its wings before speaking.

—"Kwaang. Eww. Boom. That's it."

He really needs to improve his acting skills…

It felt like listening to someone reading from a textbook—completely unnatural.

Still, the cause of the accident was now confirmed.

The carriage on the right had been driving in retaliation. That was all Abel needed to prove.

He turned around with a meaningful smile.

"Let's go. To the trial."

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As expected, the perpetrator's lawyer was armed with all kinds of lies and ridiculous arguments.

"Your Honor! My client's carriage was in front, but it did not cause the accident. It was Count Jin Manif's carriage that attempted to rear-end him in a speed race! And he had been swearing at my client before that."

It was so absurd that Abel almost burst out laughing.

I guess he says that because he has no way of knowing what really happened.

Moreover, the perpetrator was Count Kuslov.

He was known for his violent temper, so it was highly likely that he had ordered the attack.

Even if the coachman was a servant of a high-ranking official, there was no way he would dare act so recklessly on his own.

The claim was completely unreasonable.

The class system in the Empire of Emper was extremely strict.

Let's see how the inspector judged it.

Since this was such an unprecedented case, rumors suggested that even the prosecution headquarters was in chaos.

Well, when had something like this ever happened before?

Revenge-driven carriage crashes in a medieval setting were a first.

"Ahem!"

As Judge Josef Padilla began the proceedings, the prosecutor stepped forward with a cough.

Since this was their first meeting, Abel guessed that he must have been hired specifically for this case.

What was his name again? Preston Haggis?

For a typical inspector, he was large and had an honest appearance. But his voice and manner of speech were surprising.

"Given the circumstances, it was highly likely that Viscount Manif was the perpetrator. Not only did he fail to explain himself properly, but he also attempted to reach a settlement first."

"Are you saying that he did that because he was guilty?"

"If he was confident in his innocence, why would he try to settle?"

The inspector's argument seemed reasonable on the surface. But his voice was irritating—high-pitched, like a castrato or eunuch.

Why on earth did they pick this guy?

There were probably political reasons behind it.

Or maybe the emperor simply chose him for amusement.

His Majesty's way of thinking was often difficult to grasp.

Regardless, Prosecutor Preston Haggis was completely wrong.

No, in fact, it was more likely that he had chosen the safe option.

Count Kuslov's foul temper was infamous.

Besides, Count Manif had already bowed his head.

In terms of status and prestige, he wasn't even close to Count Kuslov's level.

It was likely that even the prosecution thought it would be safer to avoid conflict.

But should I really let things go their way?

If the verdict followed Inspector Haggis' argument, everything would proceed smoothly.

Wouldn't that be easier?

No.

It wouldn't be right.

Abel didn't base his judgments on convenience.

What mattered was discovering the substantive truth.

He tapped the wooden board lightly with his Hector Punisher.

"Be quiet."

The noisy gallery immediately fell silent.

Abel gestured toward the court reporter.

"Could you bring in the evidence I requested earlier?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

The back door of the courtroom opened, and a cart was wheeled inside.

Gasps filled the room.

A dead horse lay on the cart.

Abel looked around the courtroom and spoke.

"This is the horse that pulled Count Manif's carriage. You can see the serious wound on its head. It's so deep that even its mane was torn off."

"Your Honor! That has nothing to do with the case!"

Count Kuslov's lawyer jumped to his feet, shouting.

Abel didn't even look at him.

"Dismissed."

"No—"

"If you continue to interfere, you may be held in legal custody."

Silence.

Finally.

Abel gestured again, and this time, a battered carriage was brought inside.

It was clearly Count Kuslov's.

Now, the real trial could begin.

Now that all the evidence has arrived, Abel can continue his argument.

"A horse is a timid animal. Do you think a horse like that could hit a carriage so hard that it would break? It's not a warhorse, it's just a draft horse."

Then Count Kuslov's lawyer countered.

"Do you think they can do it?"

A shameless face and voice.

The man seemed to have no remorse at all.

'… …Why are there so many people these days who need to get proper education?'