Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The front and back matched pretty well, but something felt off.

Abel tried to find the cause but had no clue.

'It can't be because of that guy, right?'

He noticed a man clenching his fist toward the defendant. A figure wearing a black suit and holding a cane.

It was the Marquis Wesley Malone, an old gentleman with a refined air.

What on earth is someone who is the president of the Imperial Bar Association doing here? And why is he even taking on such an unfavorable trial himself?

Abel immediately brought up Marquis Malone's information window.

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<Person Information>

Name: Wesley Malone

Status: Marquis

Position: President of the Imperial Bar Association

Relationships: Worsening

Status: Extreme anger due to defamation of character, indignation at the outcome of his grandson's trial, intense resentment and hostility towards the Duke of Carriers.

Overall Ability: B

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He was a very angry person, to the point where Abel thought he had anger management issues. He remembered it wasn't like this before.

Was it really a big deal that he was humiliated at the debate and that his grandson was sentenced to a fairly severe sentence?

Currently, two of Wesley Malone's grandsons were in prison. Abel tried to use his mighty power, but it was useless.

His grandson, Norman Hewitt, was sentenced to 50 years in prison, and his biological grandson, Bilbur Malone, was also imprisoned for mutual assault, which resulted in a one-year sentence.

'No, but why is that anger directed at me?'

It was the grandchildren who committed the mistakes in the first place. Was he complaining that his attempt to suppress it with power didn't work?

Abel wondered if there were such narrow-minded people.

'But there's not enough evidence to link it to this incident.'

Of course, the motivation was sufficient. That guy probably wanted to embarrass Abel in some way.

But then, suddenly, someone spoke to him secretly.

It was Judge Colund Emir, who was sitting next to him.

"Your Honor?"

"Huh? Why are you doing that?"

"You've been silent for too long. And now it's time to give your verdict."

"Oh, I see."

Even if Abel had doubts, he couldn't find out more right away.

All the witnesses and evidence had already been presented.

The defendant's expression of injustice bothered him, but what could he do? All the evidence pointed to the culprit.

But at that very moment, a question suddenly crossed his mind: Why hadn't that guy, Wesley Malone, said anything until now?

Didn't he appear in court as the defense attorney for the woodworking shop owner, Jalen? Yet, he still hadn't argued.

Even though the inspector was excitedly supporting and prodding him, Wesley Malone just kept his mouth shut. All he could do was encourage the defendant.

"Yeah. Everyone from Marquis Wesley Malone to the defendant and the witnesses is acting weird."

As Abel began to search for the causes of the discomfort one by one, something vague yet still lingering in his mind slowly clicked.

A lawyer who leaves everything to the defendant, who has a speech impediment.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then there's the defendant, who just accepts it, and the testimonies that match everything exactly.

When he thought about it all together, Abel thought he knew what was wrong.

"Your Honor?"

"Just a moment."

Abel raised his right hand slightly toward Judge Emir, who had called him again.

Then he summoned the court reporters.

"Please have each witness wait in a separate room so they cannot come into contact with each other, and bring them in one by one."

"Yes? Yes."

Everyone looked bewildered, but the trial proceeded as Abel wished.

Soon, the first witness, Grayson, came in.

"Witness."

"Yes?"

"Where were you when the defendant swung the club?"

"I was transporting lumber, so it was at the entrance to the workshop."

"Alone?"

"It was such a long and heavy material that two people had to lift it together."

"How wide is the entrance to the workshop? Can two people carrying lumber pass through at the same time?"

"Uh... No."

"Then who took the lead?"

"It was me."

"Please describe the defendant and the victim's actions when you witnessed them."

"Gordon's appearance was beyond words, as he had already been hit several times. The boss had the club raised high. It looked like he was going to hit his head."

"What happened next?"

"Mr. Mook, who was coming out of the office across the street, hurriedly stopped me."

The next person was Semaj, a laborer who had been carrying timber with Grayson.

Abel asked the same question, and the answer was similar to before.

The last witness was Mook, who had intervened at the crucial moment and stopped them.

In fact, it wasn't much different from the witness examinations conducted up to now.

Then, a commotion began to arise among the audience.

"No, why are you asking me to repeat something I already know?"

"The trial is unfolding so differently than before. Are you not confident this time?"

"It's surprising. His Majesty the Carrier hesitates to make a judgment."

"Anyone can see that it's the defendant's fault. Maybe there was some kind of backroom deal or something."

"Oh my! You already have enormous wealth, so what do you want in return?"

"It might not be wealth."

"Be careful. If you play with your mouth carelessly, you'll get beaten up."

A few people voiced negative opinions, but they were quickly silenced.

It seemed like there were still a lot more people who believed in Abel.

It's an inevitable reaction. It's worth questioning.

But the statement just now was a necessary step in exposing the false facts.

Abel called all the witnesses again and asked them this question:

"Mr. Semaj?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"The witness said he just saw the wood shop owner, Jalen, trying to hit Gordon in the head with a club, and Mr. Mook trying to stop him?"

"Yes, that's right."

That's strange. Mr. Grayson gave the same testimony. Given the structure of the woodworking shop entrance, it's impossible for two people to see the assault at the same time.

Grayson went in first, and Semaj came in later. Because he was carrying a long piece of wood on his shoulder, it was difficult for the person behind him to see the situation in front clearly.

But what does it mean that there is testimony that matches exactly?

"I guess you're saying that we discussed it in advance."

As if he had been hit on the nail on the head, Semaj's eyes trembled severely.

The term "pupil earthquake" was clearly used to describe something like that.

Abel quickly opened the information windows for the main characters.

Then the word embarrassed appeared from all three witnesses.

"Then that's right!" Abel cheered inwardly.

Because some suspicious points had been revealed.

If they dug deeper into the witnesses, they would be able to find out the exact truth.

But then, suddenly, a strange scene caught Abel's eye.

'Wait a minute. What's wrong with Marquis Wesley Malone?'

It wasn't strange that the guy was surprised.

Because everyone in the courtroom was shocked by the unexpected development.

However, the words bewildered and fidgety were also added to Marquis Malone's information window.

'Did the author also know about the testimony manipulation?'

Moreover, even more absurd things happened one after another.

Now, even the defendant was sweating profusely.

Abel opened the character information again without thinking. But what was this?

Even the defendant was extremely agitated.

Eventually, Abel came to one conclusion.

"They set it all up and tried to manipulate the trial results."

Why on earth would they do such a ridiculous thing?

The reason was easy to guess.

There's only one person here who blames me.

Because it was only the Marquis Wesley Malone.

Abel looked at the defense attorney's table with a bleak look in his eyes and said,

"Because the testimony is inconsistent, I will postpone the trial date and order a reinvestigation."

He got up from his seat, bowed to the audience, and then left.

Immediately afterwards, a loud noise erupted from inside the courtroom.

"What happened? The testimony is contradictory."

"There was manipulation."

"This is all a manipulation?"

"Those rotten things tried to swindle Your Honor!"

"You are seriously crazy."

"We should put him in prison for 100 years and make sure that not even his body comes out!"

The courtroom reporters had a hard time keeping angry spectators from rushing in.

Abel returned to his office, leaving the chaos behind.

Then he called Cordell McNeil, who was hiding in the shadows.

"Please, let me ask you one favor."

"You want me to keep an eye on Marquis Wesley Malone, right? I'm sure he'll take some action to cover up this incident."

"Yes."

"Just leave it to me."

Cordell's eyes gleamed eerily.

Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared without a trace.

Abel shrugged his shoulders with a puzzled look on his face.

"He's not the type of person to listen to requests easily, so why is he acting like that?"

When Abel ask him to do something, it's his daily routine to make all sorts of excuses to avoid doing it. Surely, Abel wouldn't expect him to be caught secretly going to a party at night.

'No matter what I say, he's just a human being at that moment.'

As Abel tilted his head in confusion, Peltron, who was lying down with the court documents serving as a makeshift blanket, answered his questions.

"There's this guy named Malone or Malang," Peltron said.

"You mean the Marquis Wesley Malone?" Abel asked.

"Uh-huh," Peltron replied.

"What about that person?"

"I heard he threw flirtations at the staff at Medias Beauty Salon."

"Ah."

Was Cordell McNeill's lady working there? Abel completely understood why Cordell was being so proactiv.

But questions still lingered.

Stay tuned to empire

"He act so innocent when he go to a party to meet girls," Abel muttered.

"That's what he said earlier," Peltron interjected.

"What?" Abel asked.

"I'm being honest with everyone," Peltron mimicked Cordell's tone.

Somehow, Cordell's future unfolded vividly in Abel's mind. He could imagine Cordell saying something ridiculous to the lady at the beauty salon.

"It's not a sin to be in love, is it?"