Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

An indescribable sensation ran down my right arm—a strong urge accompanied by a burning pain. If I didn't release this enormous force, I felt like my body would explode. But I suppressed the power and circled behind Margon.

'Where should I strike?'

Destructive Retribution is a technique that strikes a single point with tremendous light and heat.

The area of effect is wide, but it needs to hit accurately. However, Margon's body was unclear, as the crimson aura burned so fiercely.

Besides, Margon was unlike any being I had encountered before. I had no idea where to hit to make it fatal.

**Whoosh!**

"Kekekeke! You finally showed up, huh?"

As if sensing my presence, the incarnation of fire turned its massive body towards me, perceiving me as a more dangerous enemy than Vargas, who only threw explosive vials.

But why does he react as if he was waiting?

"We've never even met before, so why are you acting like we're close?"

"Have you forgotten me already? That's so disappointing. We used to have so much fun."

"What the heck…?"

I scrutinized my opponent, trying to respond bluntly. But then it hit me—the voice was familiar.

A voice that seemed to scratch the vocal cords to their limits. It was the same voice I heard the day I was attacked by the northern nomads.

"Aha! Peltron?"

"Yes, you remember now. But do you recall what happened before that?"

"Oh, I have some personal reasons. I've been a bit vague lately. So, how did we become close?"

I tried to change the subject, hoping to buy some time. But Peltron laughed heartily and shook his head.

"I can't tell you easily. It's more fun when you don't know."

"What is our relationship?"

Peltron thrust his head forward, grumbling. His voice and mannerisms conveyed a joy in teasing me. Though his expression was hidden, I could feel his amusement.

I stepped closer and said, "This is the kind of relationship we have."

**Swoosh!**

The gavel, which I had suppressed to the limit, shone brightly. At the same time, a deafening thud echoed.

**Oh my god!**

The speed was so incredible that Peltron couldn't react. His massive body, bent slightly forward, froze as the upper half flew cleanly away.

His head, which had soared high into the sky, suddenly fell before me with a

**puck**.

"Kuaaaah!"

Immediately, a painful scream struck my mind.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Ugh!"

"Whoa!"

The employees who were far away fell, clutching their heads. Peltron's method of communication—directly conveying his thoughts to the mind—was disorienting at first.

But I stood still, unaffected, thanks to Adam's influence.

"Wow! I feel so refreshed," I said, planting my foot on Peltron's head with a hearty laugh.

His response came quickly.

"Yes, you! I will definitely get revenge—"

**Pusheeeee! Push! Push!**

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Peltron's body collapsed into a black mess—the same substance that had been inside the northern nomads.

In the past, the amount was small and dissipated quickly, leaving us no choice but to ignore it. But Peltron's size was so massive that it seemed possible to collect enough this time.

"Oh! This precious thing!" I said, noticing Vargas eyeing the substance hungrily.

But before Vargas could act, I grabbed the back of his neck lightly.

"Hey, fellow sorcerer. Before you collect that, isn't there something we need to discuss?"

I nodded toward the ruined dormitory building, and Vargas's face turned pale.

"Ahahaha! I—I couldn't help it…" Vargas stammered, his face pale with fear.

"When breaking something, you should have consulted with the client first."

"Of course that makes sense."

"I'll be demanding a substantial amount of compensation, so make sure to collect that first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

I released Vargas with a meaningful smile.

Such high-level personnel are rare, and when they're in my hands, I need to make the most of them.

* * *

"You've seen His Highness the Duke of Carriers' movements?" one of the knights asked.

"You mean striking a monster with a short gavel?" another knight responded.

"Yes, exactly. What a hero from the North."

"To be honest, I missed it. It was so fast."

"They call him a Berserker, but that's nonsense. It's not a nickname that fits someone so cool-headed in real combat."

Listening to the knights who arrived late, I felt strangely embarrassed. Their detailed praise was more than what the general public offered.

'But what were they doing that brought them here now?' I thought.

I almost gave them an unpleasant look but soon understood their circumstances.

They had come from a patrol on the outskirts for the Duke of Carriers, who was short on manpower. Besides, the battle had ended quickly, so their delay was understandable.

"Khuuuuk! To think you would confront such a monster head-on for us…" one knight said, awe evident in his voice.

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty!" another added.

"The Duke himself saved me!"

The respect from the employees was now stronger than before.

Although I hadn't played a decisive role in the structure—Everett and Gavin had done great work leading the people—I had given the orders, and it had all become my achievement.

But I didn't feel entirely comfortable with the accolades.

"Mr. Everett, Mr. Gavin?" I called.

"Yes!" they replied.

"Thank you both for your hard work. I'm sure there will be good news soon."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

I planned to have Theo make a plaque with their names.

From a modern perspective, it might not seem like a big deal, but the pride and loyalty gained from such gestures were significant.

The position of Duke of Carriers in the Empire was one that could be passed down through generations, and this helped drive loyalty among the staff.

With the curse lifted and the staff's spirits high, I ordered the battlefield to be cleared and the quarters to be rebuilt. As I returned to the mansion, my thoughts were complex.

"You've been annoying me for a while now. Should I really go to the North?" I pondered.

Peltron had been provoking me, trying to entice me to fight. Though he didn't speak directly, his presence felt like a taunt.

'Oh, I shouldn't follow his rhythm,' I decided.

The supreme ruler of the empire, Emperor Charon, was the only one who could control my actions. If I destroyed everything immediately, it would only frustrate them further.

For now, I decided to focus on my responsibilities. I had a mission from the Emperor to carry out, and I needed to return to Deliat after a week in Perias.

Before that, I intended to complete the paper mill system. Although I wouldn't be able to build all the buildings, I would teach the process of making hanji before leaving.

After spending a few days commuting to and from the courthouse, Theo finally arrived with good news.

"It is completed, Your Majesty," Theo announced.

"Really? Let's see."

I inspected the steamer inside the cabin. It looked exactly as depicted in the drawing, indicating that Theo had indeed acquired the dwarven technique.

"Okay, then let's get started."

"What should I do?" Theo asked.

"Put water in and boil it."

"Okay, but you're not going to put me on top of this, are you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, puzzled.

"Anyone can see that it's a torture device."

Hearing that made sense.

The steamer was so large that it could easily accommodate several people if needed. But would I ever create something so insane?

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll start with you."

"Huh!"

Theo kept his mouth shut and focused on maintaining the fire.