Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Using the power of Adam and Shuguri, the demolition and construction work was completed in an instant. The aqueduct completely disappeared, and a new facility soon appeared—a much thicker and longer structure than before. However, it wasn't as elegant as before, as it was simply the result of melting rock and solidifying it in an instant.

"But it's incredibly sturdy and hygienic. As for the decoration, we can hire stonemasons later."

Of course, the construction of the aqueduct was not the end. Abel planned to place a porcelain coffin on top of it. Such delicate work couldn't be done with the power of a half-god and half-horse, so he hired many workers.

Shoooooooo! Chuck!

Adam and Shuguri's joint operation soon came to an end. All they did was dig huge ditches and make roads out of stones. There weren't many other tasks for them anymore, unless Abel visited Adam's workshop.

"Let's not meet again," said Adam.

"Oh my? Do you think you look like a gentleman just because you're speaking politely?" Shuguri retorted.

Adam scoffed, "That guy who's not even a fist away keeps getting all riled up."

"Are you just acting this way because it's comfortable? Or are you wandering around like this because you can't transform?" Shuguri shot back.

"Is this for real? The alliance is over. Charge!" Adam declared.

"Do you think I'm scared?" Shuguri taunted.

They could have just gone their separate ways, but the two started arguing again. Abel grabbed Shuguri, placing her on his shoulder, and nodded to Adam.

"Take it easy and go back. You're much older. Do you really want to fall for his provocations?" Abel said.

But Shuguri suddenly stood up on his shoulder and shouted, "I'm your senior! He hasn't even been here for a thousand years!"

"Oh? Really?" Abel asked.

"Are you upset? Or not? Your junior is acting like that," Shuguri teased.

"Isn't it a direct subordinate position?" Abel questioned.

"Uh... that, that's true," Shuguri admitted with a growl.

Even though Shuguri was a squirrel smaller than a fist, her fierce expression was still cute. Abel patted Adam on the shoulder and said, "I'll let Mr. Martin know separately, so take some new clothes."

"Oh, really? Is that okay?" Adam asked, surprised.

"Of course. I'm a person who believes in fair rewards," Abel replied.

"Thank you," Adam said gratefully.

"It'll take a few days to tailor them to your body, so make sure to schedule it in advance," Abel reminded him.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Adam said with a smile before he left.

Then, Shuguri tapped Abel's cheek with her tiny front paw.

"Me? Me? You said you're a person who believes in fair compensation," Shuguri reminded him.

"Of course. I'll double your spirit for three days. Is that enough? I know it took a lot of time from your busy schedule," Abel replied.

"Yes! Please continue to use our services, Mr. Gauguin," Shuguri said cheerfully.

Shuguri and Peltron could receive energy from people who greeted them, pure spiritual energy—a sign of high public trust.

Look at it now.

"It's the most amazing thing I've seen in years!"

"How is this possible if you're not a wizard?"

"Can you build that huge aqueduct with just magic? This must be the power of God!"

"Then, is it true that the rumors about His Highness the Duke being a saint are true?"

"He's more than just a saint; you could almost call him a god!"

"A living god! This is something unheard of in any other religious sect!"

"That's right. We need to establish a new religious order!"

The people's praise and admiration were soaring. Abel realized that if this continued, they might truly form a religious sect, so he decided a proper explanation was needed.

"Listen carefully, everyone. I am absolutely not a god, so don't even think about creating a religious order."

"Then how did you accomplish this enormous feat?" someone asked sharply, as if they were a reporter.

"All of this was done by Adam, the half-god, and Shuguri, the half-demon, who signed a contract with our Dapan Group. I simply gave them directions."

Demigods and half-horses were not beings that appeared only in mythology. In fact, they were treated as powerful and intelligent monsters. Since they were somewhat known to the public, Abel thought this would be a reasonable explanation.

However, the results went in a completely different direction than he expected.

"You can freely command a half-god and half-horse? This is proof that His Highness the Duke is a living god!"

"That's right! This has never happened before. We need to establish a new sect!"

Abel ended up hitting his forehead, feeling overwhelmed by the people's unwavering devotion. Their thinking was clouded by blind faith.

So what should he do?

"A mad dog's medicine is a whip."

He snapped his fingers as he pulled out Hector Punisher. Of course, he had no intention of hitting them on the head with it. How could that be possible, considering how civilized he had always been?

"Those of you who are dissatisfied with my explanation, please step forward. If you continue to spread baseless rumors, I'll take legal action."

Only then did the people, who had been clamoring to create a religious order, fall silent.

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The construction of the water treatment plant and aqueduct was completed in an instant. It took only a week to build such a massive facility—possibly the fastest construction in history. As a result, the nobles' perspectives began to change.

"Is something like that even possible?"

"Has anyone ever managed a half-god and half-demon so well?"

"I didn't even know such beings existed until His Majesty brought forth the monster known as the Earth God."

"Me neither. Probably the same for most people."

"What if the half-god and half-devil explanation was just an excuse, and it was His Highness's ability all along?"

"Huh! How could Lord Aramid have granted two such capable individuals to the royal family?"

"My successor is the same age as His Majesty, yet he constantly causes trouble. Tsk tsk!"

Most nobles, regardless of party affiliation, shook their heads, dismayed by their own children's shortcomings.

On the other hand, some nobles, with eyes gleaming, started moving hastily.

"This is urgent. What happened to the sixth age?"

"You want to try arranging a match for the Carriers family? It won't work."

"Why do you say that? My daughter is quite beautiful."

"I've already tried everything. They haven't even requested anything."

As I mentioned, there couldn't have been a more desirable groom than Abel Carriers. Of course, manpower-wise, they were far inferior to other dukes. But Abel Carriers was the Emperor's favorite.

Moreover, they were amassing a fortune through the multi-panel group, despite donating much of it. With this realization, political movements began stirring in the empire.

"It's been a while," someone remarked.

"Is this the first time since the Skyler incident?" another asked.

"Are you just going to hold us back from the start? Let's focus on our gathering's purpose."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm. I just remembered that time," Duke DeAndre Giovanni said with a troubled expression.

Meanwhile, Duke Flanger Sierre furrowed his brow in displeasure. Skyler had been sentenced to a daunting 40 years in prison. Due to that incident, the Duke of Sierre's succession plans had been thrown into chaos.

If a successor isn't properly appointed, a noble's standing among peers becomes uncertain. Additionally, the Midias shopping district was inflicting massive losses on both dukes.

"The nobles aren't buying liquid soap because of that blasted solid soap. They're flocking to it just because it smells a little better. I don't understand."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"It's hurting our textile, paper, and livestock industries."

"And now, he's even handling water supply, sewage, and garbage disposal. That man's reputation has skyrocketed."

"Be vigilant. He's winning over not only the commoners but also the nobles."

"That's the issue. If this continues, they'll start talking about changing the heavens. Recently, there was even talk of establishing a new religious order."

The Duke of Sierre subtly brought up the notion of treason, a powerful weapon for any noble with ambition

Duke Giovanni slowly shook his head.

"There's no point in doing it that way."

"It was the same last time, too. Didn't Marquis Gilmore mention the possibility of treason at a cabinet meeting and then face a backlash? Because the Emperor has given orders to keep the troop level lower than that of the Duchy of Carriers. Of course, it was quickly withdrawn, but the nobles clearly remembered the horror of that time."

The two dukes, who had been exchanging opinions for a while, held their heads. They had planned the operation from various angles, but no good plan came to mind.

Then, the Duke of Sierra raised his head with gloomy eyes and said, "Let's go back to basics."

"How?"

"What do you think is most lacking in the Carriers Duchy at present?"

"That's the troops. That cunning Abel Carriers, in order to avoid arousing His Majesty the Emperor's suspicion—oh?"

Duke Giovanni's eyes sparkled with interest.