Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 2: I'm A Judge? [2]

The crowd was engulfed in silence at my words.

Everyone wore a shocked expression. Although they were extrely surprised, no one dared to even breathe. This was because the authority of the emperor had suddenly been ntioned.

The farm owner's face was so pale that he looked as if he were dying.

"M-M-My, how can I!"

He stamred.

"If you don't have such dirty intentions, how can you give false testimony?" I challenged.

"No! I had no intention of doing that!" he protested, his eyes darting wildly. He seed to be desperately searching for an excuse, but what ca out of his mouth was a surprisingly plausible story.

"I went to the temple and received treatnt. But I was wearing a bandage because of the aftereffects!"

People's heads nodded. If so, it was understandable, they thought. But my doubts were not resolved at all.

"Surely, you couldn't pay wages because you didn't have money, yet you received that expensive divine treatnt? With what money?"

"It was ergency money!" he replied.

"Great. Then when did you go to the temple?" I pressed.

"That is… it was two days ago," he answered.

"Call the priests—the one who treated the injury, the one who managed the offerings, and the one in charge of the temple. That's three people."

The prosecutor froze at the harsh command. It seed he hadn't anticipated that I would give such an order. As a result, he couldn't act for a mont.

I shouted again. "Move now!"

Bang!

When the gavel was struck hard, a loud noise erupted, startling the courtroom.

Imdiately, one of the prosecutors hurriedly left the room. I sent the farm owner back to his seat and crossed my arms.

"How about taking a break while we wait?" Josef suggested in a soft voice. It seed that was the norm in my old world's courts too—because you can't just sit back and wait.

But I shook my head.

"No. I will wait like this. If the prosecutor is sloppy, he will be punished first."

From the treacherous Josef to the farm owner and even the prosecutor, these guys were all in the sa boat.

There was absolutely no interest in discovering the substantive truth.

Whether Paul, a wage worker, felt wronged or not, they were busy serving only their own interests. I didn't know why they acted this way, but one thing was certain.

'I will establish justice.'

Ti passed slowly. Soon after, the prosecutor returned with three priests.

Eventually, the truth was revealed to the world.

"Baron Parviant has never received divine healing. He will submit one week's donation records as proof."

It was a trial in which even the authority of the emperor had been ntioned.

Even corrupt priests had no choice but to withdraw.

Of course, I wasn't implying that particular person was corrupt.

The probability of that happening was low. Not only had I submitted evidence, but I felt like I had done my best to provide answers.

"The evidence was accepted, and the testimony was confird to be consistent."

The audience murmured in unison. "What do you an, he received false treatnt?"

"They said he didn't even receive it in the first place."

Bang, pound, pound!

"Please be quiet."

As the gavel struck, the courtroom fell silent. I called the farm owner in a solemn voice.

"How dare you try to disparage His Majesty's court, the noble emperor, and go so far as to blasphe?"

"He, he, he… that's not it. No! This is not true!"

Sweat dripped from Baron Parviant's forehead.

I glared at him with cold eyes.

"Are you still lying?"

"No."

Baron Parviant lowered his head helplessly. It seed like there was nothing more to say.

I looked around at the audience.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation. However, even in this mont, so people were frowning.

Those in expensive, flashy clothes.

They seed anxious about an unfavorable ruling, as it would ultimately affect their interests.

'Whatever. I will rule as I see fit.'

I gripped the gavel tightly. But just then, the judge sitting on my right, Josef, spoke again in his syrupy voice.

"Your Honor, Baron Parviant is a mber of the Sierre noble faction. If excessive punishnt is given..."

"So?" I interrupted.

"I am concerned that the court may face repercussions."

A grin threatened to spread across my face.

The faction he belongs to is so powerful—should I just let it slide? Isn't this just a ploy?

In human society, classes always exist, and high-ranking people enjoy privileges.

However, in principle, everyone is supposed to be equal before the law.

'After hearing this guy, I don't want to even look at him anymore.'

That thought brought to a conclusion.

"I will sentence you. Due to insufficient evidence, the defendant, Paul, is acquitted. In addition, we will launch an investigation into the farm owner."

People were shocked but didn't dare speak. I wasn't finished yet.

"The charges are non-paynt of wages, causing bodily harm, and insulting the emperor's authority."

Bang, bang, bang!

As the gavel struck, the courtroom descended into chaos.

The voices of the protesting nobles rose first. However, the shouts of the wage workers who had co to observe drowned out everything.

"Wow!"

"Finally! I'm saved!"

"Your Highness Carriers! Thank you!"

They repeatedly bowed as I left the courtroom. It was as if so divine figure had descended.

In fact, it was safe to say it bordered on fanaticism. Right now, there was an atmosphere in which no matter what I said, they would believe it.

'Does this an that no correct ruling has ever been made?'

It was a bitter reality.

Then, suddenly, my eyes t a group of people dressed in luxurious clothes.

They seed to be aristocrats from the sa political faction as Sierre.