Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Viscount Denzel Morales was sent to the capital with the knights. The captured bandits were lost, but the clues were not completely lost.

'The key is Skyler Sierra anyway.'

It was a fact that anyone could infer that the duke's successor was looking after the bandits. If you look around, you'll definitely find something.

"So all you're doing is killing ne? In front of the Duke of Sierre?"

Cordell McNeil grumbled with a discontented expression. That would be the case, since I also had to go into hiding unintentionally. The escort target is here, so what can I do?

"If you want to find evidence, you have to work for days. Kids these days don't have the guts. They don't have the guts."

They're investigating and saying that we're from the same noble faction.

When I clicked my tongue, Cordell burst into laughter as if he found it ridiculous. It's just that I was acting like a superior because my status is too high.

"Ahem! That's what I mean. I'm doing this myself."

"So, why on earth are you doing that?"

"We have to catch the bandits. Think about it. Those guys are just a day's drive away from the capital. Is that normal?"

"Of course not. And it can't be all of them."

"Then someone has to pull out the roots."

"What I am asking is, why are you doing that, Your Majesty?"

"Because no one does it. As soon as it starts, the Duke of Sierre pops out, so who has guts to touches him besides me?"

Cordell just opened his mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.

Honestly, I have nothing to say.

Because no matter how many times I thought about it, I was right.

Isn't the position that the Emperor created to do such a thing the Supreme Judge? I said that I would not yield to any external pressure and would establish justice.

"That's a valid point, but I'm asking if we can work more efficiently. This is a bit too much."

"Do you want to just sneak into the mansion and look for evidence?"

"Is that okay?"

Cordell looked back with eyes full of anticipation. Interest is a black agent of the Imperial Guard Knights.

He was a man who was not only exceptionally skilled in military affairs but also extremely skilled in espionage. Even the most skilled operatives can handle infiltration and search.

Then we will be able to obtain the evidence fairly easily.

But I made a pitiful expression.

"How can I do that, even though I am the person who stands at the top of the imperial judiciary?"

There is a rule in my old world criminal procedure law that excludes illegally collected evidence.

The content was such that evidence that did not follow due process was denied evidentiary value.

Of course, there was nothing like that in the Imperial Code. It's a medieval law full of holes, so it can't be helped. But this principle had to be maintained, even if implicitly.

Because this is the Middle Ages, where law is alive and well.

If i lose my honor and reputation, i can't do anything.

"I can never take the easy way out. But don't worry too much. Our main force is heading west, isn't it? They'll definitely let their guard down."

I sent away the mercenaries, the porters, and even the carriages. And then Cordell and I are hiding near the Sierre mansion.

Everyone in the world will think that I am gone. Our golden boy Skylar Sierra had no choice but to move. He might mistakenly think that he has more room to maneuver.

'Whether it's trying to take out the mustachioed brat or trying to contact other bandits, he'll do anything.' Because it's the nature of a thief to stumble upon his own feet.

As expected, at midnight there was some movement in the Sierre mansion. Several carriages came out the back door and started to scatter here and there. It was a surprisingly stealthy and swift move.

"Wait a minute. What happens then? Surely the surveillance wasn't discovered?"

Cordell, who was watching the situation, had a confused expression on his face.

I already expected that he would make some moves.

But I never thought he'd send dozens of carriages at a time. What the heck is going on here?

But I shook my head firmly.

"Surely, they must have been conscious of us, but that's not why they acted like that."

"Then?"

"Just look at what they're doing. They're not much different from Black Agents."

"No, that's a bit…"

"I don't mean to belittle it, but to be objective. What is the level from Sir McNeil's perspective?"

"Ugh."

Cordell whetted his appetite. The agents' conduct was certainly professional. Even to me, a novice in espionage, it all looked like it was in perfect order.

"I guess that means they often use smoke screens. That means there are a lot of dirty places."

"What do we do now? There are only two of us."

"What should I do, Sir McNeil? I would like to hear the expert's opinion."

"If it were me, I would start by burglarizing an empty house, but that won't work, right?"

"Wouldn't it be better to just throw away every single word? If you keep doing that, you'll miss everything."

"We have to take a picture. This isn't the first or second time he's done this, so we'll be able to catch him eventually."

Honestly, I thought so too. There are only two of us, what can we do? It's torn apart so all I can do is try my best.

"Go after those heading towards the capital."

"What are you saying?"

"I'll take the other side."

"Yes, then I will see you at the meeting place."

A place where the only communication is through letters or magical communications.

It is basic to decide on a time and place for the appointment. After everything was over, we decided to gather at a hideout near the Duke of Sierre's mansion.

After Cordell McNeil left, I also climbed onto my hidden horse.

'Honestly, I'm not expecting much.'

That was why they lined up and headed into the mountains. What on earth could possibly be in a place like this?

Since it's a very uninhabited place, there will probably only be hordes of monsters.

But the carriages' movements were strange. It's only a matter of time before we disperse, and we're secretly reuniting. And then soon they all gathered in one place.

'Why do they gather in such a dark place?'

I guess there's something here.

I hid in the grass and carefully looked around the campsite.

Then, there was a scene that was caught in a flash.

White skin stands out despite the orange bonfire. Clothing that clearly had a luxurious feel to it. She was definitely not the type of person who would fit into a wild place like this.

'Why on earth is a noble lady in a place like this…'

I craned my neck to get a clearer view.

Thanks to the addition of the magnification, the field of vision has become increasingly clearer. Then, when the bonfire began to flicker loudly. Her face was locked into my eyes.

'Where have I seen her before?'

Of course, it wasn't me who met him in person, it was Abel's memory.

Was it Princess Justia?

They were distant relatives and had met several times in the capital.

Of course, it was quite a while ago.

But wouldn't this turn into a huge diplomatic problem?

If those guys really kidnapped the royal family of a neighboring country, it seems like our Skyler has gone completely crazy.

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