Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 113: Civil Case [3]

Kwak!

"Oh my god!"

"What are you doing here?"

Surprisingly, the intruder's identity was Asen Bandro.

What was someone who looked like he would win doing here in the middle of the night?

I came to organize my thoughts, but it felt even more complicated.

I glared at my silent opponent and urged him once more.

"If you fail to properly fulfill your calling, you will be held greatly responsible."

"No, that's… … ."

"By the way, Mr. Asen, there was also a controversy over theft, right? Is that what you mean by stealing?"

What Asen held in his hands was a brick of extremely high quality.

A naturally flowing pattern was revealed, like in the work of Mr. Ryker Bandro.

Of course, it can't be otherwise.

"This was made by your father."

"… … !"

As if he had hit the nail on the head, Asen Bandro's eyes widened.

***

The answer was clear just by looking at the fact that he came to swap the artwork in the middle of the night.

A true craftsman wouldn't do something like this.

But questions still remained.

'Obviously, Asen's sleight of hand was much better.'

A leisurely attitude and movements without an inch of hesitation.

To anyone who looked at it, the second son, Asen Bandro, seemed to be the true successor.

But why on earth did he do something like this?

I looked at the other person with a questioning look.

But then an unexpected answer came out.

Not from Asen's mouth, but from a completely different place.

"He never learned the process of sintering. Our father passed away so quickly."

A small lantern came on, illuminating the interior of the brick factory.

The face of the newly introduced character was also quite familiar.

Because the first plaintiff in this case was Jansen Bandro.

Perhaps that person knew Asen would come here.

When I saw that calm expression.

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"I guess he was thinking of applying some clay on the outside. If it's thin, it'll fall off quickly during the firing process."

But there was something even more strange.

A representative example was Asen's outstanding sleight of hand.

That was the biggest problem.

"It looks to me like he have good skills with clay."

When I asked the question, a bitter look came over Jansen's face.

Eventually, the information that had been hidden until now was revealed.

"You saw it correctly. It was my younger brother who inherited my father's talent."

"But why didn't he know the entire process?"

"Well, that guy hated working in a place like this."

The whole story was like this.

Originally, the Ryker Brick Factory did not produce as many different products as it does today.

All they did was make thick, yellow bricks, which are commonly seen in Deliat.

However, there has been a drastic change recently.

The demand for bricks exploded due to the large-scale investment by the Governor-General.

In addition, orders for better-quality items also came in.

"These works were created in that process."

"Yes. My father was the only one who could create such a unique pattern. That's why the brick factory was able to grow so rapidly."

"Is that why Mr. Asen Bandro was interested in you?"

"He probably still don't have the heart to run a brick factory himself."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Ask him yourself."

As Jansen shrugged and stepped aside, I turned my gaze to Asen.

He still had his head down and a gloomy expression on his face.

Even though he had bad intentions, he seemed to know shame.

"Are you really going to sell the brick factory?"

"…"

"You have to answer straight. If you don't want to spend decades in hellish prison cells."

"Ahem! That's not true."

"I heard you didn't learn the firing process. How are you going to run a brick factory then?"

"Of course...."

Asen glanced at Jansen.

At that very moment, I could sense Jansen intentions.

'He's going to leave the work to his brother and live comfortably?'

Jansen can't stand it anymore and says he wants to become independent?

If he give up the factory then, the first one will have no choice but to live with tears in his eyes.

It's a business that's like a legacy from their father, so he probably don't want to hand it over to someone else.

It was a truly petty conspiracy.

"I don't think there is any need to verify further."

Now, I have the answer.

I let go of Asen and turned around.

Of course, they will have to pay a big price for today's work.

Because they tried to deceive the Supreme Court bench.

Then suddenly Jansen came up to me and spoke to me.

"Your Excellency the Governor."

"What is it?"

"Can you please look after my worthless little brother just once?"

"Yes?"

He's the guy who tried to take over the factory by switching out the works.

Even though he is younger siblings, the etiquette was normal.

In fact, isn't that a common occurrence in families of high status?

Even if they were lower-class nobles of a vassal state, it wouldn't be much different.

Still, he want me to look at it?

"Can you tell me why?"

"That guy inherited his father's talent. If he learns properly, he'll probably be much better than me."

"Hmm."

To be honest, Jansen's technique felt a bit awkward.

But isn't that something that can be polished and refined?

If this is the technology that Deliat has been developing rapidly, it would only have been learned in a year.

I tried to shake my head firmly.

But the next words caught me off guard.

"I don't think our father would have wanted brothers fighting over something like this."

Oh, really.

When he say it like that, my heart really weakens.

But there were still some questions that remained unanswered.

"You were the one who filed the lawsuit in the first place."

"If I had stayed still, my brother would have moved anyway."

"You want to take the high ground first before your opponent prepares?"

"I went to see a lawyer, and he said that's what I should do. Besides, I wanted him to come to his senses."

"The lawsuit was a bit of a turn-off."

"Yes, but it didn't work."

"Then, did you have a lawyer do the lobbying too?"

"I heard that's the basics."

I nodded with a heavy expression.

"Okay, I understand. I will actively accept Mr. Jansen's opinion."

"Thank you. Your Majesty is truly a saint!"

"No problem."

I briefly glared at Asen, who was standing there hesitantly, and then I left the brick factory.

I just couldn't sleep, so I came out and found something unexpected.

Because it's now clear who is good and who is evil.

But Jansen Bandro's request made things even more complicated.

* * *

The next day.

The trial regarding the inheritance of the Ryker Brick Factory has been reopened.

'It's a bit stuffy, but he's a dependable first child and a talented second child.'

Which one was a more suitable talent varied depending on one's perspective.

Besides, no one really knows what President Ryker was thinking.

The attention may have turned to the second child who joined late.

Anyway, I've already come to a conclusion.

"I hereby declare that, as a result of the court's ex officio verification, there was no one who was the true craftsman like privious owner of factory."

"Oh, that can't be!"

"Oh my!"

Sighs erupted here and there.

Ryker Bandro's bricks are a popular item among the nobility.

The outcome of this trial will determine whether you can purchase the goods.

Normal production will be possible only when a true craftsman sits in the CEO's seat.

But, no one was chosen?

'It's natural to have a strong reaction.'

If that's the case, then the factory will definitely close.

One, I had absolutely no intention of making such a strange decision.

"But there was someone who had the ability to run the factory and produce the finished product."

"Oh!"

The audience looked at the manuscript and the defendant with eyes full of anticipation.

I continued speaking, staring straight to one side.

"The share ratio has been decided at 6 to 4. Mr. Jansen, please run the factory well, and Mr. Asen, please focus on technical skills."

The winner of this civil suit was the eldest son, Jansen.

However, this does not mean that the difference in shareholding ratio was large.

If you cut it too short, will that talented bastard stick to the factory?

You have to do something moderately to get the motivation to do it properly.

Suddenly, I heard people talking.

"Ah! That's a fair decision. How can someone who can't even make a finished product manage and supervise the whole thing?"

"Mr. Ryker really liked his second child in his later years… … ."

"If he were alive, the outcome might have been different. But now, His Excellency the Governor's decision is absolutely correct."

The overall mood was that the results were reasonable.

But the defense seemed unable to accept the decision.