Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 133: Ten years of community service [3]

Trevor Warren was already a burden.

Wasn't this the person everyone's eyes were focused on? Did that an I should just let him eat rice and vegetables for free without doing any work?

'Of course, that won't work.'

The Duchy of Carriers and the Midias region were different from ordinary fiefdoms.

Those who did not participate in the family business were not allowed to survive. This was the will of the first Duke of Carriers to ensure that no threat was placed upon the Imperial Family.

It wasn't mandatory, but there was no reason to break it.

'That's a pretty good excuse.'

If anyone tried to settle in the Carriers Duchy, they could be driven out, claiming it was the order of the ancestors.

But that only applied to general cases. It's the Emperor's decision, so why object?

If he want to die the most miserable death holding hands with my family, then do so.

"This is a headache."

I frowned at Trevor Warren.

The guy had his head held high, and his eyes were glaring. As expected, this guy was beyond imagination. It was evident that he hadn't lost heart at all despite all the hardships he had gone through.

Co to think of it, the court had definitely found him wrong.

'It seems like he couldn't be rude to the Emperor. But why is he doing this to ?'

When I looked at him as if I found it ridiculous, he snorted and shot an insolent look.

"I haven't done it in a few days, and you beco like this again. Should I give it a hamr massage every day to you bring it back to your senses?"

"… ."

"Close your eyes, man."

As I spoke, swinging my gavel, Trevor finally averted his gaze. As they say, a mad dog gets better with a bite, right?

I was deeply troubled.

Was it possible to properly utilize this rotten guy while reforming him? I would have liked to have him do border guard duty.

Before long, the Knights Templar would return to the Imperial Court. Now that I'm back, they're not going to keep lending their troops.

'The question is whether this guy is doing his job properly.'

Even in the imperial army, where discipline was tight, didn't he act however he pleased?

Since surveillance was relatively lax here, it was obvious that he would just lie down sowhere and sleep soundly.

It would be better if I took him with and kept an eye on him.

'No, that's annoying.'

It would probably just be a pain to both of us. I wouldn't know if it was just pretty. I felt like spending every hour with that guy would be bad for my ntal health.

So, I decided.

"Butler Xavier?l."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Send him to the staff quarters."

"But there are no detention facilities there at all."

"There's no need to lock him up. He's doing community service. Just make him work like the other workers."

"Yes?"

Butler Miller Xavier's eyes widened. Even though he was ordered to do community service, isn't he the successor to the Count's family?

Moreover, he is an incredibly skilled person who is close to being a Grand Master.

"There will be considerable dissonance."

"If he doesn't listen, call . I'll just beat him to death."

As I glared at him with bleak eyes, Trevor's expression distorted.

He seed very offended by being told to treat him the sa as ordinary laborers. Well, since he was born a high-ranking noble, he must have a considerable sense of privilege.

I ask soone like that to do chores?

'The self-loathing will be enormous.'

That was precisely the punishnt he was given. Where is it that you don't go to jail? It's no exaggeration to say that it's a hell of a place where royalties are earned.

'If i leave it to Butler Xavier, he will be out of control.' I don't know what nonsense he might do when I'm not looking. It was ti for so new surveillance system.

But then suddenly, I noticed a man loitering around.

'Oh? He's here?'

I imdiately tapped Trevor and said, "Do you see that guy?"

"That's the knight we used to travel with. He's quite skilled, but he's still way below ."

"What matters is where he belong."

"What does that have to do with ?"

"He is Imperial Guard Knights, Black Agent."

"…"

Trevor Warren's mouth, which had been babbling, was shut tight. Black Agent is a highly trained espionage officer.

The eyes and ears of the emperor who works in the dark. There could be nothing more terrifying to this guy.

"He knows everything. You'd better be careful. You don't want to see your entire family wiped out."

Trevor was silent for a while.

Then, he started walking with shaky steps, following the guidance of Deacon Xavier. His slumped shoulders seed to speak volus about his state of mind.

Watching Trevor's shoulders slump as he walked away, I couldn't help but smirk. The usually arrogant son of a noble family now reduced to a common worker—well, it was quite the sight.

I turned away and began to think about my next move.

The Emperor had sent Trevor to the Carriers Duchy for a reason. But was it just to punish him, or did the Emperor see so hidden potential in this infuriating guy?

Whatever the case, it wasn't my job to mold Trevor into sothing useful. My priority was to keep things in order, especially with all the eyes watching my every decision.

Butler Xavier stood by, still looking slightly flustered.

"Is there a problem, Xavier?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just... Your Majesty, the staff quarters are not exactly secure. We've never had to manage soone like Trevor Warren. There could be risks—"

"Then make it secure," I cut him off sharply. "He's not going to run away. His pride won't let him. And if he tries anything stupid, the Black Agent will handle it."

Xavier nodded, but I could see the doubt flickering in his eyes. It was understandable. Managing a volatile noble like Trevor wasn't sothing they taught in butler school.

"Don't overthink it, Xavier. Just keep an eye on him. And if he refuses to work or causes trouble, let know imdiately. We're not pampering a spoiled noble here. If he needs a reminder of his place, I'll be more than happy to provide it."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xavier bowed, though his unease remained evident. He hurried off to make arrangents, and I found myself alone again with my thoughts.

This wasn't the first ti I'd been tasked with handling soone troubleso.

The Imperial Court was full of ambitious nobles and opportunists, each one looking for a way to outmaneuver the others. Trevor was just another piece in the ga, albeit a particularly troubleso one.