Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 272: The Beast of Mount Berkal

A few hours before the fishing show, Abel met with Attorney General Bennie Mitchell.

Arrogantly, this man was lying down and sleeping, even though the prime minister had come to visit.

’I’d heard about it, but seeing it still doesn’t feel very good,’ Abel thought.

The bureaucracy of the Duchy of Crawford was quite different from that of the Empire. Since it was such a small country, the size of the court was also small. There was no Supreme Court Justice, only a Justice of the Peace—someone with a rank just below that of the prime minister.

"Look here, Attorney Mitchell," Abel said, trying to wake the bear-like man while hiding his irritation.

The man was massive, with a menacing appearance. The scar across his face was gruesome. However, to Abel, he seemed like nothing more than a neighborhood thug. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

’What if he looks scary? Even so, he’s just someone who put down his sword a long time ago. I feel like you’re a lot weaker than me,’ Abel mused, viewing him through the eyes of a master.

Yet, despite the loud voice near his ear, the man remained fast asleep.

As Abel looked down at him with annoyed eyes, someone cautiously approached and spoke.

"Um... Your Excellency the Prime Minister?"

"Oh, you’re the secretary. Is there a problem with the Attorney General?" Abel asked.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"For example, something like narcolepsy."

"No. He’s just tired."

"Oh? Looks like they did some kind of night raid or something."

"He drank until morning."

"...."

Abel immediately understood how this tiny government office was being run.

A lawyer who drank all night long and a secretary who casually reported it straight to him—there was both cluelessness and confidence in this place.

Of course, the true culprit was this lazy bear. Since he was always like this, he probably had no loyalty to his secretary.

"I guess I should wake him up first. Could you bring some water?" Abel requested.

"Sir, really?"

The secretary’s eyes widened, but she quickly obeyed, as if she were anticipating what was about to happen.

’How far gone is this bean curd family?’ Abel thought.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter how the government had been run up until now. He was going to tear it all down anyway.

"Here it is, Your Excellency," the secretary said, handing him a glass of water.

Abel took the glass, raised his right arm high, and then...

Bam!

"Ahhh!"

The secretary gasped loudly, clearly startled.

Perhaps she thought Abel would simply pour the water on him. That had been the original plan.

But no matter how much Abel considered it, he knew it wouldn’t be enough.

After all, the man was sleeping soundly, even with someone talking so loudly next to him.

So, instead of gently waking him, Abel slammed the glass down on the Attorney General’s head. In the process, water splashed everywhere.

"Naaaah!"

Bennie Mitchell woke up a beat late, screaming.

He looked at Abel with a dazed expression, as though he didn’t understand what was happening.

Then, suddenly, rage flared in his eyes.

"This rotten bastard!" Mitchell roared, throwing a punch along with his curse.

But the attack never landed.

Bam!

Abel effortlessly caught the man’s fist.

"Eeeeek!"

Mitchell let out a strained groan, struggling to free himself. He thrashed, waving his arms around in a desperate attempt to break free.

But it was impossible to escape Abel’s grasp so easily.

"You need to come to your senses. If you don’t, I’ll execute you on the spot," Abel declared coldly.

"W-what?"

"It’s written in the Crawford Code. If you commit unprovoked violence against a superior, you can be executed immediately."

"That’s the military part!"

"The same thing applies to bureaucrats. There was clearly a caveat."

"That would be relevant. It has nothing to do with me... Wait a minute. You?"

Finally, Bennie Mitchell seemed to snap out of it, his eyes clearing as he stared at Abel. He had finally recognized his face.

Realization dawned on him as the meaning of Abel’s words sank in.

"Ah, uh, yes, Your Excellency the Prime Minister. But what brings you here?"

"Are you asking because you don’t know?" Abel replied coolly.

"No. If I knew that, would I still be here? I’d be an astrologer or something."

Despite looking like a dimwitted bear, Mitchell was surprisingly quick with nonsense.

His casual attitude reminded Abel of Cordell McNeil, making him want to hit him again.

Sensing the subtle murderous intent, Mitchell hurriedly spoke up.

"Ahem! That’s what I meant. But really, why are you here?"

"I heard that you don’t work and just sleep around," Abel snapped.

At that, Bennie Mitchell cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the secretary standing behind Abel.

The two exchanged subtle glances, immediately straightening their postures, as if silently communicating.

"He didn’t tell me," Mitchell said.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I know. It’s just that guy’s usual behavior is a bit..."

"Are you saying he’s loose-lipped?"

"Yes. I can’t just kick him out because he’s my friend’s younger sibling, and it’s a real headache."

From Abel’s perspective, Bennie Mitchell was no stranger to gossip.

That was why the conversation kept veering off track.

But Abel hadn’t come here to discuss such trivial matters.

"Let me ask you just one thing," Abel said firmly.

"Ah, now we’re getting to it," Mitchell responded, leaning in slightly.

"Count Bennie Mitchell, are you willing to change this country?"

"Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"I’m asking if you’re the same kind of human as the ticks in the Senate."

"...."

Bennie Mitchell stared at him blankly.

The atmosphere froze, as if time itself had stopped.

Finally, the silence was broken by thunderous laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Mitchell laughed like a madman.

It didn’t sound like sarcasm—it was genuine and full of relief, as if something had finally clicked.

"Wow! This is the first time in my life I’ve heard someone compare elders to ticks. It’s really refreshing."

"Isn’t it natural? The country is no different from a mosquito—it clings to people’s bodies and sucks their blood."

"That is correct."

"You’re no different from me—drinking all day and neglecting your work," Abel pointed out.

"I need to have the authority to do something," Mitchell countered.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What can a judge do? Even if he makes a ruling, if the Senate rejects it, that’s it. If it doesn’t suit their taste? Then it will be rejected indefinitely."

"Oh...."

Abel hadn’t anticipated such a situation.

Even though he had thoroughly studied the Crawford Code, there was no provision about this.

It seemed the issue stemmed from the attorney’s weak influence.

’The power of the Senate is too strong for nothing,’ Abel thought.

Although it was merely a legislative body, it was involved in every aspect of state affairs.

It practically ruled the entire country through its elders.

Given the situation, it was no wonder Paley III had sought the Emperor’s help.

"What does the Senate think of you?" Abel asked.

"It’s a bit embarrassing for me to say this, but should I say I’m a fierce dog on a chain?"

"I guess you originally made a name for yourself?"

"They once called me the beast of Mount Berkal."

"It’s the same as the lake’s name?"

"The name itself is from here. The fairy who has lived here for a long time is called Berkal."

When Mitchell spoke of fairy tales, it felt strangely out of place.

Even he seemed aware of the oddity, making an awkward expression.

Then, he hurriedly changed the subject.

"What do you want from me?"

"You’re not completely clueless," Abel remarked.

"Hey, if you don’t even know this much, are you a human? You’re a bear."

"...."

Abel nearly retorted, but he held back.

Bears, after all, were surprisingly smart animals.

Maybe smarter than you...

Oh, better not say that part.

Abel shook his head and spoke calmly.

"There is nothing special for Attorney Mitchell to do. Just do whatever the Senate tells you to do."

"...What?"

"You’ll find out later," Abel said with a meaningful smile, patting Mitchell on the shoulder.

Still, it wasn’t a hopeless situation.

There were still high-ranking officials who dreamed of change.

’I might use him someday,’ Abel thought, already envisioning the future of the Duchy of Crawford.

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