Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 94: Raymond Mill Flour Theft Case [2]

In times like this, the answer was to just follow procedure. But I couldn't help but be intrigued by Judge Emir's next words.

"The parties are crying out loud in front of the court. They are denouncing their pitiful circumstances."

"It's not like it's some kind of mortal sin. What are they doing?" I asked, puzzled.

"People who feel sorry for them are pouring in petitions," he explained.

If I listened, it seemed like it would set a bad precedent, but if I ignored it, I feared public criticism. It was a nerve-racking situation.

No matter what choice I made, it felt like it was going to be the worst.

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"Let's find out what's going on," I decided.

"First of all, it is theft. The individual stole food because it was difficult to make a living."

Stealing due to hunger? What was this, some kind of Jean Valjean scenario?

The more I heard, the more it became a headache. Given the narrative, sympathy was naturally bound to arise.

"Okay, I'll take it," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"There's nothing we can do. However, we shouldn't just listen to the demands of the parties involved."

"Then..."

"I should announce that I will follow the original procedure and take charge of it."

"Ah!"

Judge Emir Colund nodded with a complicated expression. At first glance, it seemed like things were being resolved, which was a relief, but inside, he might feel a bit uncomfortable.

After all, I had just passed the work onto my subordinate.

I patted Judge Emir on the shoulder. "Don't worry too much. Just buy me a meal next time."

"Thank you, Your Honor."

But it was at that very moment that something happened.

[Judge Emir has developed a strong sense of respect for you.]

[Loyalty ability has been created for Viscount Emir Colund.]

[Increases your control over the judge in question.]

**<Person Information>**

**Name:** Emir Colund

**Status:** Viscount

**Position:** General Judge, Acting Presiding Judge

**Loyalty:** 20

**Status:** Relieved from the resolution of a difficult situation, apologetic toward superiors, heart as strong as a tree

**Overall Ability:** B

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I smiled broadly as I opened the staff management window.

'So now I can take him with me even if he doesn't want to go?'

Emir didn't like to travel abroad much. It had been the same when I went to the Relbrandt estate.

Even though it was a proposal from the highest judge, there had been fierce resistance.

Of course, I had no intention of taking Colund right away. Without him, the courts wouldn't work the way I wanted them to.

'Why don't I make him my successor now?' I thought.

But that was something I shouldn't have said. Only the emperor had the right to appoint personnel. I closed the information window with a satisfied smile.

* * *

Perias was heating up with a unique issue. The capital city court had announced it would do things according to principles.

"Even the Duke of Carrieres has a cold side."

"Isn't it too much to sentence a person who is so skinny that they can't eat to a heavy penalty for stealing some flour?"

"Actually, he said he did it to feed the kids. He said it while starving himself."

"Oh my! Poor thing."

People's reactions were roughly like this.

Voices of sympathy for the defendant erupted from all over. In fact, this was a natural reaction.

It had gotten a little better recently, but originally, we all lived without much. However, there was also some opposition.

"The trial hasn't even started yet. What kind of heavy sentence is this?"

"I said I'd do it by the rules. What's the problem with that?"

"You might as well beg on the street if you're that hungry."

"Yeah. If you can steal something, doesn't that mean you have a lot of energy left? Have you tried finding a job?"

There are always cold-hearted people, no matter where you go.

Thanks to these critical voices, the courts were able to catch their breath somewhat.

After a few days, the day of the trial finally arrived.

"We will now begin the trial of the Raymond Mill Flour Theft Case. Salute your honor."

*Thud thud thud!*

I stood on the podium with a calm expression, but suddenly, cheers erupted from here and there.

"Didn't you say to do it according to procedure? But why is His Highness the Duke of Carriers here?"

"I picked it at random, so you probably got it."

"Hey, how many judges are there in this court? You must have come to show mercy!"

"Ugh! We believed in you! Zu..."

Voices of praise resonated throughout the courtroom. Even though it wasn't my decision to be here today, the sight of all kinds of compliments pouring in made the corners of my mouth twitch upward.

'Oh, this is not the time,' I reminded myself. I forced a serious expression and raised my right hand slightly. The room fell silent as everyone focused on me.

"Proceed," I said.

"Yes, Your Honor," Judge Josef Padilla responded with an unusually lively tone.

He seemed pleased to see me back.

After all, how many troublesome cases had we dealt with together?

I wouldn't have been able to attend a trial involving the Sierra aristocracy, so I had ordered that they be excluded unconditionally.

I knew that bringing the case to court was necessary, but it felt somewhat absurd to have a grand audience for what was essentially a procedural matter.

As I flipped through the relevant documents, the details of the case unfolded.

The defendant had stolen flour to feed his starving children. The situation was indeed dire, and I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him.

Still, what needed to be done had to be done. I stared at the defendant and accessed his information.

**<Person Information>**

**Name:** Basset

**Status:** Vagabond

**Position:** None

**Relationship:** No acquaintance

**Status:** Expectations regarding the promised amount, confidence based on outstanding acting skills, and strong intentions to commit evil.

**Skill:** Acting

**Overall Ability:** B

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The information on the hologram was surprising. What kind of person was this?