Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Rumors of the surprise hearing in the Imperial Parliament spread at an incredible pace, enough to create a stir throughout Perias in just one day.

"Huh! His Highness, the Duke of Carriers, is trying to gain popularity in order to commit treason?"

"It seems the old pigs in the Imperial Parliament have collectively lost their minds."

"No, they're the one who didn't even create the Knights Templar in the first place. But what kind of treason is this?"

"Since he won't do what they want, they must want to somehow tie it up."

"Well, our lives have improved so much thanks to His Majesty the Carrier. I guess that's what made it so unpleasant."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Those people without a conscience."

The reaction of the common people was extremely violent. Even if they couldn't make eye contact normally, wouldn't it be possible to at least curse at each other behind each other's backs?

Whenever the congressmen's carriage appeared on the street, it was met with a barrage of disgruntled stares. But that didn't mean anyone could yell at them.

What if someone caused a fuss in the city and the courts ended up intervening?

It's possible that one might end up being dragged before the Duke of Carriers, the person involved in the rumor. That is, becoming a defendant.

Of course, the members of the Imperial Diet shamelessly ignored public opinion. They seemed to think it would be a passing breeze. But the criticism did not easily subside.

The knights' gaze was also uncomfortable.

"You're crazy. Did something like that really happen?"

"Yes, Deputy Commander."

Trevor was meeting with his old subordinate and hearing the news.

"I'm not a deputy commander anymore. So, roughly... call me senior."

"But you will return someday, right?"

"I don't know."

A bitter smile wandered around the corners of his mouth. In the next ten years, the power relations within the imperial military would have already been completely turned upside down.

The forces that believed in him and followed him would have been torn to pieces.

Reassemble subordinates who are living new lives? It would probably not be an easy task.

The vested interests within the military at that time would not have remained silent. Besides, these days, Trevor was starting to feel less and less like going back.

"We will all wait for the Deputy Commander."

"Okay. Don't do useless things and do your best in your assigned position."

"Yes?"

"Loyalty is owed to His Majesty the Emperor, not to me."

The subordinate knight who came to find Trevor had a sad expression on his face. The image of his superior, who was always so confident, remained only in his memory.

Now, Trevor was just a simple worker with an axe. There wasn't even a hint of confident expression on his face. A feeling of regret filled the knight's heart.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm satisfied enough."

"If the Duke of Carriers crosses the line, please let me know. You are not being punished but are doing community service."

"So, don't worry too much. You won't have to come here so often from now on."

"What is that…?"

"Live your life."

Knock, knock!

With that, Trevor stood up from his seat. His attitude suggested there was nothing more to say. Then suddenly, he left the living room.

"I'm going to be late. It's pointless to have an interview."

Although Midias is a place that no one can enter, that doesn't mean visiting it is completely prohibited.

If someone comes to visit, like now, they can meet at any time. Plus, Trevor's work schedule was flexible, so he could make enough time to meet up.

Since he could take vacation days whenever he wanted, no one noticed. But Trevor didn't really want to do that. Recently, he had developed a new interest.

"I wish this would end soon."

As Trevor hurried to the logging site, someone called out to him.

"Excuse me, just a moment."

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Are you a logging worker?"

"That's true."

"Can you give me a moment?"

"I'm on my way back from an interview, so it's quite difficult."

"Aha! So you're Mr. Trevor?"

"Do you know me?"

"Yes, I heard from Mr. Bernard. He said I could come out this afternoon."

Trevor looked at the other person with a questioning look in his eyes. With her brown hair tied back tightly, she didn't look like an ordinary person. Most men in the empire had short hair.

"I guess I'll have to check with the supervisor."

"There's no need for that. The supervisor is here too."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Please come in for now."

The place the brown-haired man guided Trevor to was a recently built building.

What on earth was going on with this dukedom? Something new appeared every day. As they went inside, various clothes caught his eye, but it was a style Trevor had never seen before.

"Which country's costume is this?"

"It's from the empire."

"No way. I've never seen it in the capital, let alone the outskirts."

"Of course. Only His Highness, the Duke of Carriers, wears it."

"Hmm."

Trevor groaned with discomfort. At present, he had somewhat calmed down. Could this be a stage of adapting to the life given to him?

But the lump in his heart did not completely disappear. In the end, it was because of the Carriers operation that things ended up like this.

Of course, Trevor was wrong too.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Why are you making this offer to me? Did the Duke of Carriers tell you to do it?"

"No. I just thought it would look good on you. You have a nice body, don't you?"

Trevor's face remained unchanged even in the face of praise and encouragement.

He didn't feel anything, as the shape of the clothes was so different from what he usually wore. Then the brown-haired man spoke again with a puzzled expression.

"You asked without any introduction. My name is Martin. I work as a tailor at the Midias Textile Factory."