Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 47: Huge Issue [2]

Meanwhile, my body was being dragged somewhere.

From the bandits' point of view, this was the best option.

Only by protecting me can the madness of the porters be quelled.

But the trick wasn't very effective. No, it would be more accurate to say that it has become an unusable card. Because someone suddenly appeared and cut down the kidnappers.

Sweep! Squeak!

"Ugh!"

"Krrrrr!"

The bandits fell limply, blood spurting from their necks, with eyes that were filled with disbelief.

That was understandable, since he hadn't even seen the shadow of the attacker. Of course, I was aware of all the movements.

"Is this okay?"

The person who cut down four bandits with mysterious movements was Cordell McNeil. I thought it was just a shiny apricot, but it seems like it has quite a bit of skill.

The people who pretend to be strong actually have weak mentalities. I said with a meaningful smile.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Didn't I save you?"

"There are still remnants left, and our forces are in danger."

"You said you wiped out the entire bandit group, so why is it like this now?"

"Well, there was no escort back then."

"and!"

Perhaps deciding that he could not win with words, Cordell clutched his head with a bewildered expression.

One, I was just extremely pissed off.

It seemed like he had no intention of moving yet. Because there is no obligation to protect porters or mercenaries. But I had a card that could move this squeaky-doo.

"The price of the gift I will give to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Why is that suddenly coming up?"

"If you listen well, I'll just forgive you."

"Isn't that a finished story?"

"I was just not saying anything. Can I file a civil suit now?"

"Ugh!"

Cordell groaned, his shoulders drooping.

No matter what you say about Black Agent, he is still human in the end. They had no choice but to back down in the face of the enormous damages.

"When is the deadline?"

"I will be satisfied when my term as governor ends."

"… Phew! Good."

I snapped my fingers and pointed somewhere. Then Cordell tilted his head. It seemed like he didn't understand what it meant.

Oh, this guy is so oblivious.

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and clean up?"

Eventually, Cordell had to put away his sword and join the battlefield. Now he look like a proper escort knight.

'I have to use it happily from now on.'

* * *

It wasn't that difficult to clear out the bandits.

Isn't he a black agent of the Imperial Guard Knights? With such a powerful person involved, a bunch of lowly bandits can be defeated in an instant.

Whether it was because they intervened at the right time or because the porters who had rushed in without warning suffered minimal damage. But the voices of praise did not reach Cordell.

"The bandits will fall on their own before the majesty of His Highness the Duke of Carrier!"

"Ah, how long will you keep being so great, Your Majesty!"

Perhaps because of his unpredictable movements, they seemed to think I was the one taking care of everything.

Cordell looked back at me with a hollow laugh.

"Huh! I suspect you're a group of lunatics. Did you bring along only fanatics?"

"Do I look like a religious person?"

"I think I heard people talking about a young are saint or something."

"Because I'm so selective, that's why it's like that. What can I do with someone who was born with such kindness?"

As I shrugged my shoulders and answered, Cordell's face twisted.

They say it's fun to tease him like this. No matter what I say, there's always a reaction.

While they were talking for a while, all the bandits were captured. Not only that, the confession was already complete.

Did they just blurt it out on their own, fed up with the porters' madness? But while I was quietly listening to the story, there was something that was quite annoying.

"What were these guys talking about?"

"I just want to be able to contact the Duke of Sierre. He said a letter would be all that was needed."

One of the mercenaries reported with a puzzled expression.

Derek was a very good listener.

Because they were all united by passionate fandom. If you substitute it with loyalty, you can easily get around 90.

In any case, it was not something that could be easily overlooked.

'The bandits are connected to the Duke of Sierre? This is a huge issue.'

So much so that the Duke of Sierre's political position was greatly shaken.

Of course, I didn't necessarily want that.

I was just passing judgment, so I clashed with them a bit. There were no personal feelings at all. However, if it is directly related to people's livelihood, the story is different.

"Let me see his face."

"Yes, I will come right away."

Derek soon brought in a grim-faced bandit.

Even though he was roughly brought down to his knees, the bastard's eyes did not die. On the contrary, I felt very relaxed.

'He still don't know exactly who I am?'

Actually, that didn't really matter. The only question is how the Duke of Sierre and the bandits were related.

"Tell me again. Where are you sending the letter?"

"If we heard the name of the person behind us, we wouldn't be able to act like this, right?"

"Really? Who is that? If you tell me, I'll let you live."

"How can i trust you? Pass this letter to the top of Darrell. Then everything will be over."

Although we've been moving quite quickly, it hasn't even been a day since we left the capital. The letter would be delivered soon.

"Okay."

I readily granted the bandit's request.

Because I was curious how these guys would turn out. Of course, I had no intention of sitting here and waiting.

If I'm in a hurry, they'll follow me.

"Let's go."

"You even show kindness to bandits. How amazing!"

I could hear Cordell turning around secretly, but I didn't pay any attention.

"Of course. That's what a strong person is like. Sir McNeil, do you do your best even when dealing with ants?"

"..."

Ah, what a beautiful silence. After sealing Cordell's mouth with just a few words, I quickly climbed into the carriage.

The procession started off smoothly, as if no battle had been fought.

A few days passed after that. The results of the letter came back.

"Stop!"

It's not a bunch of dirty bandits, but an elite force blocking the road.

This time, I unfurled the flag properly, so there was no way they wouldn't recognize me.

If that's the case, then they blocked the road on purpose.

The Duke of Sierra could not have acted like this without going crazy.