Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Abel quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper.

He drew the soccer field as accurately as possible, based on his memory.

"Please give this to Vice President Xavier," he instructed.

"What is this?" someone asked.

"It's a drawing of the soccer stadium. I think it would be good to build it at an appropriate distance from the Midias shopping district."

Cordell McNeill, who had been looking at the drawing for a while, tilted his head and asked, "Will this really be a hit?"

"Haha!" Abel burst into laughter. "Since ancient times, it's been human nature to kick and play with round things. Besides, watching is just as fun as playing. Trust me, it'll be a hit."

With a confident expression, he added, "Stop talking and just go."

"Yes," Cordell replied.

Sweep! Of course, Abel had no intention of persuading Cordell. That guy didn't know how to do anything except hit on women. Why would Abel discuss the popularity of sports with someone like that?

"The stadium is done for now. It's boring with only two teams, so should we add a few more?" Abel mused. "If there are four teams, wouldn't they need to play at least six games? As soccer grows in popularity, sponsors will join, and other teams will emerge. When that happens, we should divide the league by skill level."

"There has to be motivation, so there needs to be a prize. And then..." Abel continued scribbling various thoughts on the paper. But then, suddenly, a huge obstacle came to his mind. "Wait a minute. We can proceed with other things step by step, but what about the ball?"

"You can't play with a pig's bladder tied up like that," he muttered, frustration mounting. Suddenly, his thoughts were blocked, and his vision went dark.

'It's not difficult to make,' he thought. 'You just have to connect pentagons and hexagons. The problem is, there's no rubber to fill the inside.'

If Princess Justia were here, it would be easy to get results. But that would require a raw mind. How could Abel summon a married woman from the distant Duchy of Crawford?

"There's still time, so let's approach it step by step," he decided.

Abel started heading toward Vargas' laboratory, but just then, a familiar voice called out.

"Your Highness the Duke," said Hayden Chase, the newly appointed general manager.

"What is it?" Abel asked, feeling a bit impatient.

"His Majesty the Emperor..." Chase began.

Abel closed his eyes tightly, pressing his fingers to his forehead. "Oh, what is it now?" Stay tuned for updates on empire

While secretly cursing Emperor Charon, Butler Chase continued, "You have been granted a vacation. His Majesty has ordered you to go to the southern villa and rest."

"...Yes?" Abel replied, confused. What on earth was Emperor Charon planning?

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There was absolutely no reason to refuse the leave granted by the Emperor. He was offering rest after all the hard work, but Abel couldn't help but wonder why he didn't go himself.

Abel wasn't a workaholic, so he was going to accept the break.

"Why do they insist on sending us to the south?" he thought.

If it's a villa, there are two other places besides that one. But Abel didn't think it was necessary to think deeply about it. Simply put, the south was the best vacation spot.

Unlike the still chilly Perias, it was warm all year round. Besides, the dry season was just beginning, making it the perfect time to go out and play.

Perhaps quite a few other nobles would be heading to the southern villa as well. If some people could afford to buy the entire island for their enjoyment, that spoke volumes.

"Vacation is vacation, work is work," Abel thought. Even if he left now, there wouldn't be any issues in Perias. The trial could have been handled on its own.

The new judges were already becoming more competent, and if Abel set the right example, they would be able to maintain justice without problems.

"Have we not set a good example so far?" he mused. There was no major change in the city hall work for now either, and private casinos were rapidly closing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"It's still a long way before the soccer field is built, so all we have to do is form a team and leave." Abel relaxed in a rocking chair in the mansion garden, enjoying the afternoon.

The half-demons guys were probably in the process of forming a team...

As expected, a loud noise rang out from the entrance. Shuguri and Peltron had arrived.

Abel got up leisurely and walked towards the noise, curious to see what kind of talent they had brought with them.

"Huh? Aren't you Sir Miles?" Abel exclaimed.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you. I apologize for not visiting often due to my work nearby, Your Majesty," Sir Miles said.

"This is... Sir Taylor?" Abel asked, surprised.

"Haha! Nice to meet you, Your Majesty," Sir Taylor greeted.

Abel looked around at the people gathered at the mansion, dumbfounded. They were all imperial guard knights lent by the Emperor.

"Can you explain what's going on here?" Abel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you need words? You're asking us to gather players," Shuguri answered confidently.

"That's right! We brought the best candidates!" Peltron added, puffing out his chest with pride.

The two half-horses had their hands on their waists, wearing proud expressions. For a moment, Abel almost nodded his head, but then reality set in.

It wasn't that their claims were wrong, but Abel had been thinking of the Republic of Korea and the Empire of Enfer as the same.

'There's an aurora here,' he realized.

If modern athletes use all sorts of drugs and enhance their abilities, would they be like knights? Absolutely not.

Even though it wasn't obvious to a beginner, it was impossible for an expert. Two knights like Sir Miles and Sir Taylor would be able to defeat the World Cup-winning team. It would feel like professional players were up against kids in a soccer class.

"Huh! Who told you to bring knights? We need people with good physical ability and footwork!" Abel snapped.

"That's the point," Shuguri said.

Abel let out a long sigh, speechless. If a knight were to play soccer, it would be close to complete fraud. Which team would say they were playing a fair game?

But then, suddenly, Peltron flapped his wings and caught Abel's attention.

"Hey, Captain!" Peltron said.

"Why?" Abel asked, exasperated.

"I fully understand what you're worried about," Peltron said, grinning.

"What do you know?" Abel replied.

"Listen carefully. If we hold a soccer competition, those who have learned a little bit of Aura will participate. They'll be able to play better than anyone else," Peltron explained.

"Ugh! I guess so," Abel muttered. He was determined to prevent the destruction of the soccer field's ecosystem by setting some conditions, much like modern drug testing.

It would be fair to expel anyone who had mastered Aura, but Peltron's subsequent argument was quite compelling.

If it was hard to stop anyway, why not just let it go? Imagine holding a martial arts competition and only letting ordinary people participate. How boring would that be?

"Oh?" Abel said, intrigued.

Knights with extraordinary physical abilities playing soccer? A superhuman match like Shaolin Soccer or Tecmo World Cup 98! The idea was thrilling to imagine.

"Huh? Not bad, is it?" Peltron said, a wide grin on his face.

"But these two can't do it," Abel replied.

"No, you said you were fine just now! Why are you being so tyrannical?" Peltron teased.

"You fool. If the Knights Templar turn into football players, who will protect my land?" Abel said with a serious expression.

"Uh...?" Peltron responded, bewildered. "Oh, I see," he added, realizing the truth.

Peltron made a dumbfounded expression as the wall of reality dawned on him. But that wasn't the only problem.

"Please go back now. I'm sorry for bothering you," Abel said, trying to end the conversation.

"Oh, no. We were just tempted by these guys' words and followed them," the knights waved their hands, embarrassed.

It seemed they agreed with Abel's point, though there was still some regret. Perhaps Shuguri and Peltron had made the idea sound more interesting than it was.

"Then what about our players?" Shuguri and Peltron asked, discontent written all over their faces.

Abel looked at the knights around him. "If you look at them here, there's no one better than them."

After seeing so many talented knights, it was unlikely that anyone among the general public could stand out. Abel decided on a compromise.

"Okay. Then how about mercenaries?" he suggested.

"Mercenaries? Most of them can't handle Aura, right?" Shuguri asked, confused.

"There will be some among the higher ranks who have awakened, even if only slightly. They don't need to reach the level of manifesting Aura. Soccer is a sport played solely with the body," Abel explained.

"Even if you're not an expert, you should be able to perform well enough. Because strengthening your body is possible even at the beginner level. Soccer players are different from judges, after all."

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