Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

I waved my hands in panic at that absolutely crazy sound.

"Poison? How could I, Your Majesty's loyal subject, do that?"

But the emperor's twisted mind was not easy to sway.

"Poisoning usually comes from the person closest to you."

I wanted to say, since when have we been so close? But if I said that, he'd come up with another twisted remark.

Is that all there is between us?

'It's so hard to deal with him.'

Well, isn't that obvious?

If it weren't for that crazy eloquence, he wouldn't have been able to win the political battle with the nobles.

But why is he using that on me?

'I have to get out of this situation as fast as possible.'

I racked my brain trying to figure out a way, but the more I thought, the more anxious I became, and no real solution came to mind.

Just when it seemed hopeless, Adit spoke up while examining the teacup and tea leaves.

"There is no problem, Your Majesty."

His words felt like a voice of salvation to me. Now that Adit had verified it, wasn't the ordeal over?

Of course, that didn't mean the emperor's pressure disappeared.

If it's him, he could twist things in an outrageous way and still send someone to their doom.

"That's right. Sit down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fortunately, Emperor Charon did not make any more excuses. He wore his usual calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

'Wow! Someone just went between heaven and hell.'

My heart was racing, but now wasn't the time to be swayed by personal feelings.

Why did I come all the way to this horrible place?

It's to overhaul the absurd rules of the court.

'Should I take a quick look to see if my ability works?'

As I've been solving all sorts of problems, the system's functions have greatly improved.

Now, I can bring up the character information window even if I don't know the opponent's name.

So, wouldn't I be qualified to see through the Emperor's profile?

[Information on transcendent figures cannot be accessed.]

[If you want to see through your target, you have to be worthy of it.]

'Damn it.'

I was slightly hopeful, but as expected, I still couldn't open it.

In this case, I had no choice but to resort to alternative measures.

I'll have to figure out the Emperor's true feelings using Shuguri ability.

'Do your best.'

I rubbed my chest gently because Shuguri was hiding in the front pocket of my shirt.

As I gave the signal, I felt a squirming movement.

-Don't worry. What do you think of this body?

I almost called him a stupid half-demon, but now was not the time.

Immediately after, I began to recite the lines I had prepared.

"Your Majesty! I am sorry to inform you, but I have a matter to ask of you."

"…This is interesting. I get to talk to you like this. Go ahead and say it."

"Please change the court's trial rules. It is difficult to make a proper judgment at the moment."

The emperor was silent for a while.

I needed some kind of reaction before I could change course, but the silence was suffocating.

However, I had a plan.

Knock knock.

When I lightly tapped my chest, Shuguri wiggled.

But I still didn't get the answer I wanted.

'Why aren't you saying anything?'

I was pushing forward because I trusted him, so when this happened, I was utterly confused.

That's why I scratched my chest, signaling for Shuguri to tell me something.

Then the emperor, who had been watching, spoke up.

"This is a completely different action from the serious content. Is it because you are itchy?"

"Oh, yes. It was like that for a little while."

"Is it difficult to make a proper judgment? Why?"

"That…"

I explained the court's situation in as much detail as possible, but the emperor didn't seem to hear anything. He just fiddled with the teacup I had given him as a gift.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to like the gift very much.

'I should have just brought Cordyceps Sinensis instead.'

The emperor is still young, but he may have problems with his functions. Like Vargas, the sorcerer of Nermia.

Considering he has no children so far, maybe it's true?

'Oh, this is not the time to be thinking like that.'

If I lose focus, I will never know when another poison joke might be thrown at me.

I waited for the emperor's answer, my mind wide awake.

After a while, a snickering sound was heard.

"The court's trial rules are at the discretion of the Supreme Court. Why don't you change them yourself?"

No, who doesn't know that?

He was the one who created it in the first place, so if i accuse someone of blasphemy, of course, I need permission first.

"But this shakes the foundation of the law code. How can i do it without Your Majesty's approval?"

I spoke passionately, like a minister pleading to the king in the Joseon Dynasty, acting like a true loyal subject.

Then, the emperor's mouth curled into a slight smile.

"That's interesting. Do whatever you want."

Finally, he gave an answer. It seemed like he really liked the performance.

I bowed my head, cheering inwardly.

"Thank you. The judges will greatly appreciate Your Majesty's wishes."

"Enough. It's useless to listen to such nonsense."

He answered bluntly, but I could tell he was pleased.

Couldn't I push it one step further?

Actually, this is something I can handle myself, but just in case.

"Your Majesty, I would like to change my robes…"

"What are you saying you want to change?"

"The current robes are not very dignified."

"Didn't I design that?"

"…"

Thud!

It felt like a rock had dropped in my head.

This answer was completely unexpected.

Didn't Josep Padilla once say it was a baseless tradition?

He said they started wearing it 50 years ago.

'Were you boasting about knowledge before you even became that guy?'