Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

After the banquet was over, Abel returned to the villa, lost in thought.

'It looks like there's no big problem on the outside.'

The Duchy of Crawford was one of the more ordinary small states of the time.

If there was anything special about it, it was its strong relationship with the Empire of Enfer. Other than that, it wasn't much different from the Western Alliance—a place where the nobles lived in luxury while the freedmen and serfs endured lives of hardship.

In fact, wasn't it the same even for the most advanced empires?

Things had changed a bit since the emergence of the Dapan Group, but in the distant local territories, everything remained the same as before.

'But why did they make such a request?'

Did the elderly Paley III suddenly gain enlightenment and awaken?

Honestly, the chances of that happening weren't great.

So, there was only one conclusion.

"I guess it's a story about the royal family being under some kind of threat."

There must be something they wanted to change, even if it meant giving Abel real power.

There might also be circumstances that made it difficult for them to speak openly.

—Threat? What are you talking about all of a sudden?

Shuguri, who had been holding Abel's finger, suddenly asked a question.

Abel had been tapping on the desk while lost in thought, which must have been a bit uncomfortable for him.

Shuguri was sprawled out on top of a mess of papers, sleeping.

He always did this whenever Abel worked.

He wasn't a cat, yet he acted like one.

"What are you going to do about it?"

—Since it's been a while since I've been to such a nice place, can I help you out in person?

"A nice place?"

—There are a lot of mountains.

"Ah...."

Abel had forgotten, but Shuguri was the devil of the mountains.

Naturally, he would be able to exert greater power in this type of terrain.

"If you are the devil of the mountain, then what is Peltron?"

—He is the demon of domination.

"Control?"

—I enjoy creating subordinates. Look at them now. They're already taking over the surroundings.

Peltron was giving a speech to a crowd of crows and bats.

It was too far away for Abel to hear the telepathy clearly, but he could guess what was being said.

It was obvious from Peltron's proud and arrogant demeanor.

"That's a good thing."

Abel needed information anyway.

He immediately stepped out into the backyard of the mansion.

Then, Peltron's voice became clear.

—The company commander is very disappointed in you.

"Kaaaak… … ."

—How can you only fly in formation like that?! How long have you been training?!

"Caw."

—Can you do better in the future?!

"Caw!"

As Peltron shouted loudly, the crows stood at attention and croaked in unison.

The sight was so absurd that Abel almost burst out laughing.

Barely holding back, he continued watching when suddenly Peltron moved toward a tree.

Then, he shouted at the bats hanging upside down.

—While I'm giving a lecture, who's moving?!

—Don't you know the floating posture?! Over there! Bat number 15, stop wobbling!

"Tsk!"

Bat number 15 responded by saluting with his wings.

Abel couldn't help but look dumbfounded.

'Do bats chirp and cry like that?'

The sound of the bats crying was more surprising than the sight of Peltron holding the military flag.

Wasn't that unusual?

People rarely encountered bats in their daily lives.

"Hey, Peltron."

—Oh! You're here, Captain.

"I guess I'll have to make use of your subordinates."

—Where are you going to use them?

"There's something you're usually good at—gathering information."

—It's not hard to help, but resources are a bit lacking here.

"Resources? What resources?"

—These are all the subordinates I can command.

"No, why?"

—If they approach the slums, they'll all be eaten.

"…What?"

At first, Abel had no idea what Peltron was talking about.

It made sense for bats to be caught, but crows were fast. How could they be caught and eaten if they entered the city?

—The poor people there eat anything. It's hard to even find a rat.

The Duchy of Crawford was mountainous and did not produce much food.

Because of that, food prices were high, and most people were in bad situations.

What about the poor, then?

'I see.'

Of course, it didn't really matter if the number of subordinates was small.

There weren't that many people to monitor anyway.

Abel immediately introduced the main targets.

—You want us to focus on the Crawford royal family and the Saltry family?

"That's right."

—If we don't go near the slums, we won't lose any subordinates.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Knock knock.

Instead of answering, Peltron lightly tapped Abel's leg.

Then, he smiled meaningfully.

"Why are you suddenly like this?"

—Hey, I know.

"Know what?"

—For this kind of thing, a deposit is standard.

"I, really… … ."

It was a bit absurd to see him openly asking for spiritual power.

Still, Abel couldn't say anything.

He had already spoken.

"Let those guys go first, and you follow me."

—Yes! I'll eat before you, Senior!

"Is it that good?"

—Cold water has its ups and downs, but there's no such thing in spirit energy. The first one to take it is the owner! Yin-hwa-hwa!

As Peltron flapped his wings, his subordinates moved in unison.

Abel put the creature on his shoulder and walked around the mansion.

When he encountered the laborers and received their respectful gazes, his spirit was recharged.

Of course, purity was guaranteed.

Everyone was eating well and living well thanks to him.

Almost to the point where he felt like they owed him their lives.

But then, he suddenly noticed people packing their bags and leaving the villa.

"Huh? Who are those people?"

—They're not our workers. It's my first time seeing them.

It didn't seem like they were thieves since Uncle Brandon wasn't stopping them.

Abel immediately walked to the entrance of the mansion.

"What's going on? Where are you going?"

"Oh, Your Highness. They are our existing employees."

"But why are they leaving?"

"Usually, when the landlord changes, the employees do as well."

It was a natural thing.

A villa was a house where the owner was away for long periods.

If it was left to people unfamiliar with the place, it might not be managed properly.

So, they mainly dispatched those who had worked in the family for a long time.

Perhaps the caretaker of this villa was also one of Count Schultz's men.

'Isn't the condition bad?'

Several months had passed since the transfer of ownership.