Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Midias' clothing store was a huge success as soon as it opened.

Isn't this place full of cheap, durable, and good-quality items?

It is much more cost-effective to buy them than to make them at home.

There was no way the place wouldn't be crowded with customers.

Of course, there were still some areas that needed improvement.

'There's a lack of diversity.'

Imagine if everyone on the street wore the same clothes.

Wouldn't that be a bit weird?

Sometimes it happens when things are trendy, but usually, you want to wear something a little different.

There is a desire in the human heart to show off one's individuality.

There was a need to produce clothes in a variety of styles, even if not as many as modern ones.

"Still, it sells well."

Midias' clothing store had to close soon.

Although we had prepared a considerable amount of supplies, they disappeared in an instant.

I watched with pleasure as things went well.

How could you not feel good when your money is being multiplied?

Then suddenly, I noticed people lining up in front of a suit store.

'Are they butlers of a noble family?'

Products such as T-shirts, pants, and wool coats were aimed at the common people.

On the other hand, suits were clothing for the nobility.

They deliberately maintained a high price policy, but they still enjoyed immense popularity.

"It seems that His Highness the Duke's publicity was effective."

The person who suddenly approached and spoke was Deacon Tobias Wilkin.

He was the person in charge of the Medias shopping district.

I smiled even more broadly as I received the report.

When you look at the actual numbers, you can see how huge a sum of money came in.

There appeared to be more than ten sacks of newly piled gold coins in the warehouse.

It is still continuing to increase.

"Not bad."

"But there is something I am worried about."

"What is it?"

"I heard there are already tailors making similar products to ours."

"Ah."

I let out a short exclamation.

But it wasn't a big deal.

That much was completely predictable.

Isn't this a world without copyright or patent laws?

It's not strange if someone follows suit.

"It's okay. I'll tell you to do that."

I was content to compete on brand image and product quality.

If it's clothes from the Midias shopping arcade, the world will recognize them.

Of course, anyone who pretends to be that person must be eradicated.

Let's briefly explain our plans for the future, and Deacon Wilkin nodded vigorously.

"Your Highness, you truly have a keen eye."

"Haha! Don't mention it. Anyway, I know you're busy, so don't worry about me."

"But how can that be? Since you came all the way here, the butler should help."

"Really. Go and get to work quickly. I can go with Mr. Brandon."

"Ah, then I will go first."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

After Butler Wilkin left, I got into the carriage.

I was determined to stop striding around the city in a suit.

Because no further publicity was needed.

'It's still winter, so should I make something like a goose down padding?'

The warehouse was filled with goose feathers.

Rather than using them as pillow filling, it seemed much better to make them into coats.

After all, wool coats are somewhat heavy and difficult to maintain.

As I was brainstorming new business ideas, I felt the carriage slowing down.

It seemed like they had already arrived at the court.

"See you later."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After saying hello to Mr. Brandon, I walked briskly to work.

I felt really good today.

I guess it was because the fashion business was very successful.

But what awaited me at the courthouse was devastating news.

"Your… Your Majesty?"

Judge Josef Padilla, who came to see me in the morning, looked at me with a mean expression.

I felt like I knew why he was acting like that.

"Why? Have you received some difficult lawsuit?"

"I just received this case; how do you know about it? It's so hot, it's almost on the verge of burning."

I didn't bother to reveal how I noticed.

Even if Joseph lives with a clear conscience, the assault on facts must have been painful.

"What's going on?"

"It was quite a hit."

"Hey! How can someone who is a judge say that? Please keep your dignity."

"I learned something from someone. He was holding a hammer and smashing people's heads together… … ."

No, are you trying to criticize me now?

It was a waste of time to hold back my words for fear of getting hurt.

As expected, this bastard has to be defeated first.

"So what? Please explain it clearly."

"Oh, do you happen to know the Marquis Yeats?"

It was a name I hadn't heard much of late.

But I could quickly think of one person.

"Are you referring to the Eastern Lord, Hugo Yeats?"

"Yes."

"Why that guy?"

"He got drunk and caused a disturbance, injuring several people."

"Hi!"

Hugo Yeats was a member of the royal family.

He was the emperor's uncle and even helped him considerably in his ascension to the throne.

So, it was impossible to punish him for just any minor incident.

How on earth does an ordinary judge treat a first-class public servant?

He was the kind of person who would laugh at any prison sentence given to him by Colund or Josef.

With just one order from the Emperor, he would be released in no time.

It was certainly a difficult trial.

'But would it be the same if I did it?'

I really, truly became curious.

If it is a fair judgment for anyone, how will the Emperor react?

What if I upset him when I test myself?

My head became complicated with all sorts of thoughts.

But I couldn't just let this incident pass.

'What are the beliefs I have kept until now?'

I have been judging everyone fairly and equally.

What? Hugo Yeats is a royal and a public servant?

"Me too, you punk. I'm also an royalty."