Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

It was truly a headache.

The Sordin Church was currently on the verge of collapse. If there was a "Sacred water," it would be easier to communicate with the gods. This "Sacred water" acted as a kind of key, connecting across dimensions.

'I think I should at least get the water back…,' Abel thought.

In fact, if Peltron hadn't brought the church to this point, it wouldn't have been such a necessary item. Just because they lost it didn't mean they were completely disconnected from Sordin. But now, there were no priests above the level of bishop who could receive revelations. It seemed like the mission would only be completed after retrieving the new water.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Abel asked.

"Um… There were some strange rumors going around before I was taken over by the demon," came the response.

"What is that?" Abel inquired further.

"There was a story that someone was going to destroy Northern Arc. It was a story that didn't make sense, so it was quickly buried."

"Hmm."

Frankly, it was nonsense. Even if all the surrounding territories joined forces, it would be difficult to capture Northern Arc. How could they possibly destroy that huge city? Father Terence also shook his head, perhaps sensing the absurdity of the idea.

"It must be a rumor. I haven't heard anything else. I'll ask the students," Father Terence said.

"We will also be staying at Northern Arc for the time being. You can contact us there," Abel replied.

"Yes, I understand, Your Majesty," Father Terence said.

Abel left the Sordin Order, leaving Father Terence behind. Before he knew it, the stone steps leading into the temple had returned to their original color. Even the black clouds that had enveloped the entire mountain had disappeared.

"It used to feel like a Demon King's castle, but now it feels like a temple. Why on earth did you create that kind of atmosphere?" Abel muttered.

- That's cool.

"Arai!" Abel called out.

Peltron quickly wrapped his wings around his head, as Abel pointed his finger as if he were about to punch someone. Then a plausible answer came immediately.

- Ah, then no one will visit.

"That must be it. You should have said that a long time ago. What the hell," Abel said, somewhat exasperated.

- Ahem!

Although Peltron was shaped like a bat, he wasn't hanging upside down. Instead, he was just crouching on Abel's shoulder like a squirrel. Perhaps it was because he wasn't a real bat.

"Your Majesty the Duke?" a voice called.

As soon as they left the temple, Derek approached and spoke to Abel. Despite being told to stay far away, it looked like he had been waiting nearby.

'This person hasn't done anything for me, yet he's so loyal,' Abel thought.

Derek didn't have any special abilities, like Judge Colund Emir. However, he followed Abel as if he had sworn some kind of knightly oath. It was quite interesting, but Abel never asked why. If someone volunteered, there was no need to refuse.

"There's only one thing that might give us a clue," Abel said aloud.

That was the ridiculous rumor Father Terence had mentioned. Abel thought it might be worth looking into at the very least.

With that, he headed straight to Northern Ark with his companions. He planned to stay there for the time being. Coincidentally, Cordell McNeil happened to be there too.

* * *

A laboratory on the outskirts of the Carriers Duchy.

Vargas hadn't been feeling well lately.

"No, what on earth do you know that makes you come here and cause such a fuss?"

Since it was Duke Carrier's order, Vargas had agreed, but he just couldn't understand it.

He thought, *You want me to invite Princess Justia to join your research?*

What does it mean to be entrusted with a core task?

"I've heard that you are a benefactor and the one who created all these achievements. Does that mean you have blessed hands?"

There had to be a certain degree of discomfort; this was way over the line. And to think that Duke Carrier even believed in such superstitions—Vargas thought, *What kind of ridiculous thing is this?*

"Don't come any closer. You are too close to the princess."

"No, I'm going to get the experimental supplies now."

"Explain what it is, and we'll move it for you."

"Do you know what I mean? Oh! I told you not to touch that!"

Wow!

The glass bottle that Vargas had painstakingly prepared broke because Princess Justia touched it.

*Do you know how much it costs to have all that stuff?* he thought, feeling like he was going crazy and wanting to jump for joy.

But he couldn't say anything about it. The knights watched with their eyes wide open, so it wasn't as if he could even approach them.

For the first time, Vargas felt resentful toward the Duke of Carriers.

"Ugh!"

All he could do was sigh deeply.

The experiment made no progress. In fact, this research was a very difficult task because the magical byproduct, liquid soap, needed to be made into a very cheap solid.

The materials themselves were expensive to begin with, so how could he lower the price?

So Vargas was experimenting with the cheapest materials possible. However, Princess Justia, born a high-ranking noblewoman, just took anything out and used it.

"What happens if you mix Parcel Powder and Blobrex?"

"No, that's 50 gold coins per gram! Don't put it in carelessly!"

"What happens?"

"I don't know. I've never tried it."

"Then it's a perfect condition. Since both of them have cleansing power, anything will do..."

Pushshishishi―!

The black liquid bubbled and boiled over, melting the table in an instant.

This was a perfect poison created by accident.

It was incredibly expensive because it was a magically processed material, but now he'd wasted dozens of grams of it. How could one not feel bitter?

This was already the fifteenth time something like this had happened. Vargas shook his head, closing his eyes tightly.

"Oh! Your Highness, why are you giving me such a trial?"

As a wizard, he couldn't bring himself to seek God's help, so he could only cry out to the pitiful Duke of Carriers.

But that was exactly when it happened.

Chaenggrang!

He had stepped out for a moment to cool his head when he heard another crashing sound from the lab.

"Ugh! I can't stand it anymore!"

Whether the person inside was a princess or not, he felt like he'd feel better if he kicked them out immediately.

Vargas went inside, grumbling, but somehow the atmosphere felt strange.

Moreover, the lab bench, which should have been a mess, seemed oddly intact. The corner of the beaker was broken by something swollen and lumpy, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

Vargas, however, was determined to fight again. Since she had caused some trouble, he was resolved to get her out somehow.

"Immediately..."

But his words did not continue. It was because of one word from Princess Justia.

"Look at this, Wizard. I think it worked."

"What do you know to judge something like that... Huh?"

As he was about to let loose a wrathful retort, Vargas was once again left speechless. Princess Justia was rubbing her wet hands together to create foam, having just torn off a solid substance. When she wiped the foam away, it made a squeaky sound—it was definitely soap.

The solid form of soap that Duke Carrier had requested.

"Hey, what are the ingredients?"

"I put everything I had here. Little by little."

"Yes?"

It was a truly absurd answer.

*You just threw things together and now you're giving such a crude answer?* Vargas thought, *What kind of absurd things can happen?*

Vargas closed his eyes tightly.

Figuring out how to make it would require yet another massive experiment, or he could research in the direction of analyzing the finished product. But there was no need to do that.

Princess Justia, smiling brightly, said this: "I remember how much of everything I put in. I just don't know what they are called."

"Huh! Really?"

"Yes. Should we try again?"

"Okay, please wait a moment. I need to take notes first."

Vargas hurriedly picked up a piece of paper and a quill, nodding with a determined expression. He was going to write down everything she did.

"Okay, let me try."

Princess Justia mixed the ingredients haphazardly and boiled them over high heat. Then, the thick liquid began to swell and eventually broke the beaker.

Chaenggrang!

But Vargas didn't look angry at all. He was just scribbling down everything like crazy.

Finally, her hand movements stopped. Something solidified and hardened. The results were perfectly consistent with the previous results: crisp, crunchy.

"Is this the end of the research?"

"Just a moment. I need to do some math."

Vargas quickly added up the cost of all the ingredients she had just used, measured the volume of the finished product, and the results were truly astonishing.

"A single bar of soap only costs 2 cents?"

It actually wasn't that cheap, but still, where was he going to find anything better? It was dozens of times cheaper than liquid soap.

The level of completion was so high that it could be released right away if only the fragrance was added.

Vargas looked at Princess Justia with renewed surprise. Explore more stories with empire

"They said it was a blessed hand... Was that really true?"

Unlike his complicated thoughts, she just smiled brightly, as if she knew nothing.

"Good. Now let's start the introductions. I wonder which woman would suit His Highness the Duke well."

It seemed like she had no idea how great a job she had accomplished. No, it felt like she wasn't interested at all.

"It seems like there are only ignorant people around His Highness the Duke."

If Duke Carrier were here, he probably would have replied like this:

*You are just as ignorant.*