Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 49: Destructive Retribution[2]

"Eww!"

"Hey, it's an earthquake!"

"Jump down quickly!"

The knights who were riding their horses suddenly flew away.

If they get caught in that huge shock wave, they fall off their horse helplessly. In that case, the only way to increase the survival rate was to resort to some sort of legal action.

Of course, the horses were not safe.

"Ehehehehe!"

Boom boom boom!

Five knights were knocked down, and the advancing phalanx of infantry stopped.

The enemies were all crouching. They buried their shields into the ground to withstand the storm's force. However, those who did not receive proper help from their colleagues were thrown backwards.

"Ugh."

"Eww!"

"Hold on to each other!"

After a while, the earthquake and strong winds that shook the earth died down.

It was only one room, but the results were disastrous. The once peaceful public road turned into a mess, and no one could stand properly. Except for one person who cast the skill.

"Hoooo?."

I walked around the battlefield with a long sigh. As I passed the scattered soldiers, I noticed a middle-aged man lying face down on the ground. It was the very same guy who ordered the attack without warning.

The man looked up at me with a blank expression.

"Hey. Mustache."

"Uh?"

"If you ordered the massacre while knowing who I was, there must be a good reason for it. Let's take it easy and not waste time."

"What on earth are you talking about…?"

I rammed the gavel into the jaw of the man who had been consistently ignorant to the end. A cold metallic sheen and a reddish aura combined.

"There's no need for a mouth that can't even speak properly."

Swish.

As the gavel was raised high, the mustachioed man's face turned pale, almost blue. It seemed as if he had a premonition of death.

'I'm acting again.'

Of course, I had no intention of really killing this guy. If that was the case from the beginning, I would have just launched a catastrophic retaliation.

If I had attacked these guys' main force, the results wouldn't have been like this.

Because they would all be well-minced pieces of meat.

"Ahhh! Those guys owe us a debt! That's why we had to catch them!"

The mustache waved both hands and explained rapidly. Even though it was an extremely urgent situation, the pronunciation was understandable. It seemed that the fear of death gave him superhuman strength.

"Debt? What?"

"Yes, yes, the owner of Sogaju does some small side business…"

I looked around with a frown on my face.

Only the big guys know, they don't memorize other people's children.

If there was a butler in this situation, he would have answered right away. But this time, I didn't bring Tobias with me.

Because there is so much to do in the dukedom. In that case, I have no choice but to ask the escort knight.

"But where did he go?"

"Yes?"

"I guess he got caught up in the skill and flew away. So what, you came here to get money?"

"That's right."

"What does it have to do with you suddenly hitting me?"

"That's because I didn't know there was a real Duke. I thought it was an imposter!"

To be honest, it was a pretty plausible excuse.

Isn't this a procession without much of an escort? What are the chances that someone as talented as a peacock would show up in a public place like this?

It was understandable that the mustachioed guy misunderstood.

"So who is that Sogaju owner?"

"Huh? You don't know that he's the next head of the Sierre Duke family?"

"Do I need to know about that moneylender? If you don't want to end up in jail, you'd better quit the moneylending business right away."

"Ugh, ugh!"

Isn't that true? Would a guy who plays for bandits maintain a normal interest rate?

Just looking at the fact that he mobilized his family's troops to come get the money, the answer is clear.

"I don't know what kind of person that Sogaju Naburangi is."

"His name is Skyler."

"Yeah. Scar... Huh?"

I absentmindedly recited the name that Moustache had said, and for a moment, my head felt dizzy. It's like old memories are coming back to me vividly.

Then, an image quickly flashed through my mind.

'Oh, that guy?'

Of course, this memory was not mine. It was a scene that Abel experienced when he was young. In that short video, Skyler was portrayed as a devil.

A guy who beat a maid to the point of death because she was an eyesore to him.

'He's a psychopath.'

The sight of him smiling brightly without even a hint of guilt was impressive. Abel, as a child, found the bastard quite disgusting. Even now, the remnants of that feeling remain.

"I guess I have a rough idea of what kind of person he is."

He was the kind of guy who shouldn't even be in a relationship. If there is no sin.

But how could that be? He's a piece of trash who lies as easily as eating rice and commits assault and injury on a daily basis.

It seemed like something coppery was coming up. It felt like the shadow of a heinous crime was hanging over me.

I grabbed the mustachioed guy by the collar and said,

"Tell him. Those bandits will be thrown in jail. If he wants to see them, request a visit."

Dump! As I released my grip, the bastard collapsed limply. But instead of nodding, he just smiled broadly.

For a moment I thought this guy had lost his mind. After a while, the guy spoke while fiddling with his mustache.

"Hahaha! I don't think that will happen, right?"

At the same time, a scream rang out from behind.

"Eww!"

I looked back in a hurry and saw a group of people had rushed in and were taking away the bandits. It seemed that there was also a light cavalry lying in ambush in addition to the main force.

I bit my lip and let out a hollow laugh.

"Huh! These guys are funny, aren't they?"

I had a feeling that it wasn't something I should take lightly.

Then I have no choice but to treat you with sincerity.

'Where should I start, you psychopath?'