Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

A flash of light suddenly illuminated my face.

No, how can they not know this face of mine?

A thick law book, a metal gavel, and a crazy handsome face. Anyone can see that I'm the star of the royal family, the highest judge, Duke Abel Carriers.

But the opponent just snorted.

"Haha! If you pretend to be a northern berserker, do you think we let you off the hook?"

It seemed like they hadn't even expected it. In fact, would you ever meet someone as talented as a duke in such a remote place? It's natural to be suspicious.

"Haha! You even brought a thick book to imitate a judge. Is it a law book or something?"

The bastard raised his weapon with a sinister grin.

A warhammer modified into a two-handed mace scattered moonlight. As it turned out, it became a head-on hammer-to-hammer showdown.

But I had no intention of playing with the gavel. I got a little scratched when that guy brought up the law.

"You think I'm just carrying these around for show, but they actually have no use?"

"Why? Are you trying to recite the law in front of people? That's funny."

"I do that sometimes, but I'm going to write like this now."

I set up the law book, grabbed it, and held it high above my head. Then I slammed my law book into the opponent's face.

Swoosh! Crunch!

It was a single blow that triggered the beast's heart. Even if it wasn't an official weapon, it had to have considerable power.

'Besides, the law code is a great weapon in its own right.'

Wasn't the book hundreds of pages long in the first place?

Moreover, the papermaking technology here was not very good. Because even just a dozen years ago, parchment was mainstream.

The paper that made up the code was quite stiff and thick. If you stack hundreds of those, how could it not be heavy?

"Ugh!"

It was a natural result that the giant who was hit by the law rolled his eyes and passed out. I lightly stroked the book cover with a satisfied smile.

Somehow, it felt like the other person's dog oil was stuck on the law book.

"The power is certain."

I looked around with a big smile, but the atmosphere felt strange.

Everyone just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

I bet they didn't know the captain would get knocked out by just one book. I stared at them and shook the law book lightly.

"Who wants to get hit again?"

"..."

"Or bow down."

Thump thump!

It was a single word spoken without much expectation, but the enemies immediately fell flat on the ground. Even the weapons were thrown away.

'No, is it really that effective?'

As I was looking around with a puzzled look, my eyes suddenly met with Princess Justia's.

She muttered with a pale face.

"Lord, God of Death!"

What the heck is this?

* * *

The camp of the Duke of Sierra's private soldiers was quickly cleared. It's not that hard to capture unconscious guys. Besides, I didn't even move myself. All I have to do is tell those who surrendered to do it. I just sat on the log that I was using as a chair and kept watch.

"Are they all tied up?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then we need to finish the rest."

"What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you one of these guys? Are you trying to sneakily pretend to be my ally?"

"..."

"Bind them together."

"Y-yes."

Since I couldn't ask himself to be arrested, I specifically took charge of the last one.

Anyway, there's a lot of rope left. Just tie it up tight. I almost made the last guy a skein of yarn.

"Ugh! Ah, no matter what, this is a bit…"

"Was it bad?"

"Yes, can you loosen up a little? I worked hard at that too."

"Shut up. You'll thank me later."

After dealing with the private soldiers, I looked after Princess Justia.

She was the third daughter of Duke Crawford and was characterized by her innocent face and slender figure.

Truly the epitome of innocence?

Judging from the fact that she mistook me for the god of death, she seemed to be quite fearful.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I feel a little better now. Thank you very much, Your Highness the Duke of Carriers."

"No problem. I just happened to help you. But how did it end up like this?"

The Duchy of Crawford was on the eastern border of the Empire.

It was so far away that I almost didn't recognize her.

I never dreamed that we would meet in the mountains of the Duchy of Sierre.

Princess Justia furrowed her brow.

"I was on my way to a villa in the south to prepare for winter. But, out of nowhere, I was ambushed…"

"It looks like all the escorts have been subdued."

"No."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There was no escort from the beginning."

What the hell is this nonsense?

A princess of a country travels that long distance unprotected?

When I gave her a quizzical look, she let out a bashful laugh.

"I escaped while I was in the middle of moving. It's no fun to travel if I have an escort knight by my side."

Ah, I guess I get what's going on.

It was the reckless behavior of a woman that brought about this situation. Then she fell into the clutches of those criminals.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're safe. I'll send you to the capital for now. You can contact your parents there."

"Yes, I guess so."

I didn't necessarily reprimand her for doing something like that. We're not that close anyway, so saying anything would only result in resentment.

All I had to do was give her a way to contact the Duchy of Crawford.

I picked the largest carriage and cleaned out its interior.

I planned to load the prisoners here like luggage and ride on the coach with Princess Justia.

But then suddenly a strange sound was heard from somewhere.

"Hey! You piece of trash. You dare sell me out to some old nobleman? Get out! Get out!"

Boom! Bam!

Crunch! Crunch!

When I turned around in surprise, I saw Princess Justia beating up the prisoners.

The long, two-handed warhammer used by their leader.

'I guess I should take back what I said about being scared.'

Wow! If only she had more strength, she would have been called a great warrior.

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