Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 257: The Trial of Count Kuslov 2

As the lawyer answered confidently, a murmur spread through the gallery.

"I think so too. I think it might work."

"Isn't that what our family says? If you look down on them even a little, they'll try to climb up to the top of their master's head."

"Hey, that's because you didn't train them properly. The dead horse of Count Manif might be different."

"No matter how much I train, I don't think I'll ever hear the order to die."

"People who die in an accident, do you think they were there knowing they would die? They die the moment they say, 'Oops!'"

"Still, it's a bit… for a horse to head-on hit a carriage."

People's opinions were split exactly in half.

The point was now clearly established.

All that needed to be done was to prove that the horse could ram the carriage on command.

Abel looked at Count Kuslov's lawyer and Preston Haggis, the prosecutor, before saying, "Let's try to replicate the same situation. Follow me."

"Yes?"

It was incredibly amusing to see both of them blinking in dumbfounded expressions.

Walking with slow steps, Abel hid the smile spreading across his lips.

He was immediately taken out of the courtroom.

Then, people started following him.

Looking rather flustered, Inspector Preston Haggis asked, "Your Honor!"

"Go ahead."

"It is against the law to leave the court during a trial."

"How can such a thing be possible?"

"From ancient times, it has always been…"

"If you're going to talk about customs and practices, stop right away."

"Huh?"

Perhaps because Abel had intercepted what he was about to say, Inspector Haggis simply kept his mouth shut.

He had nothing more to say.

Anyway, customs could be easily overridden by authority.

At least they needed a written law to make it enforceable.

No matter who sat in this seat.

"Here it is."

As Abel entered the backyard of the courthouse, he stopped in his tracks.

There, a situation had been prepared, very similar to the accident site.

People took their seats on their own.

There were even stepped chairs set up like an audience gallery.

Abel found the way they moved around so thoughtfully quite interesting.

'Surprisingly, they have a pretty good sense of order.'

Anyway, now was the time to make everyone understand the circumstances of the incident.

He pointed to the lines drawn on the floor one by one.

"This is an exact replica of the tire tracks left at the scene of the crime. Let's do a mock experiment like this. Okay, ready. Let's go!"

Dagudak! Dagudak! Dudududu!

Two carriages raced at high speed.

This was a reenactment of the situation as claimed by Count Kuslov's lawyer.

Then, at that moment, the carriage on the right slowly cut in.

The driver of the left carriage cracked his whip like crazy.

Anyone who saw it could tell it was an order to push the opponent away.

"Ehehehehehe!"

But the leading horses slowed down sharply.

They knew that if they kept running like that, they would crash.

Despite the brief pause, the distance between the carriages had grown considerably.

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"Well, what do you think? These are warhorses airlifted from the Imperial Guard. They have no qualms about attacking. And yet, they retreated."

"Umm…"

Count Kuslov's claims were immediately proven wrong.

Even if one commanded a horse to ram, it turned out that it would not collide.

If he tried to argue further, it would only make him look worse.

But it was as expected.

"You can't say that you've replicated the exact same situation just once. It must have been different that time!"

If Abel had simply given in here, it wouldn't have come to this.

He let out a light laugh and pointed to the new ruts.

"Do you see that trace?"

"…?"

"The angle is different from the original drawing. The simulated one is much gentler."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That's because the incident was recreated as the horse claimed to have hit its head. If the carriage had hit the horse, it would have left a much more dramatic mark, like the first wheel mark."

"… …"

Count Kuslov's lawyer stood still, his mouth open.

No matter how much he racked his brain, there was no way out.

The situation at the time of the incident had become clearly organized in his head.

Of course, the audience had also understood the circumstances accurately.

"Wow! As expected, His Highness the Carrier's trial is so moving."

"Wow! You proved it like this. It was such a perfect reproduction."

"That's right. It really sticks in your head. You can figure it out right away by testing it on two carriages."

Everyone nodded vigorously, pleased expressions on their faces.

But there was also an air of concern.

"But this will be a rather dishonorable trial for Count Kuslov."

"It was just a clash between two grooms."

"Honestly, how could a mere employee make such a judgment? Of course, he was told to do it…"

"Hey! Shh! Shh!"

Why had the victim, Count Manif, proposed a settlement first?

He must have been afraid of retaliation from Count Kuslov, who was famous for his ruthless ways.

Perhaps it would be better to just pay a few bucks and let it go.

But Abel didn't care for such a soft ending.

'What's wrong is wrong. We shouldn't become a society that tolerates and overlooks things just because the other person has high authority.'

Of course, if Abel did something that broke the law, it would be normal for him to be punished.

Wasn't that the imperial law in the first place?

Only the Emperor had immunity.

Of course, that didn't mean Count Kuslov could be punished.

'Because there is no evidence.'

The assailant, the groom, would not have testified that he had been ordered to do so.

If even a noble like Count Manif bowed his head, what could a mere freeman do?

"I sentence the coachman of Count Kuslov, who interfered and caused the accident, to 15 days in prison. In addition, I impose the cost of repairs and the purchase of the horse."

Land! Land! Land!

The sentence for imprisonment under criminal law ranged from one month to 30 years.

In cases of aggravated punishment, the sentence could be up to 50 years.

However, in the Empire of Enfer, it was also possible to sentence in 15-day units.

Abel gave the coachman the lightest punishment.

Of course, it could have ended with just a fine.

'But if we do that, Count Kuslov will put all the blame on the coachman.'

How could a salaried freeman afford to repair a carriage and buy a horse?

It would probably take a lifetime of hard work to barely make ends meet.

But if the groom went to prison?

Then, he became a scapegoat for his master.

At least if Count Kuslov had any conscience, he would know how to pay.

As expected, the first traffic accident trial in the Empire of Enfer ended cleanly.

Count Kuslov willingly paid the repair costs.

"But it's a bit disgraceful."

A man who hid behind his lawyer and his coachman, controlling the entire situation.

Count Pensir Kuslov only moved behind the scenes.

Then, after losing the case, he pretended to be generous and paid the repair costs.

It wasn't that he apologized to Count Manif or offered him any compensation—just enough to make the problem go away.

'Just get caught once, and I'll fix that dirty little trick of yours.'

Abel left the courthouse, fiddling with Hector the Punisher.

With the troublesome trial over, it was time to get down to business.

But then, the head butler, Hayden Chase, suddenly appeared.

Why on earth would someone who should be at the mansion come here?

The sight of him running breathlessly looked quite urgent.

"Heh heh! Your Majesty, you are here."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is something going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing much. But I thought I should convey this quickly."

"What is it?"

"His Majesty has ordered you to enter the palace."

"… …"

This is no big deal?

This guy has incredible guts.