Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Abel spent his last night at Jaren Burgess's mansion, where his host bid him farewell.

"You can stop by whenever you come to the North. Think of it as your home and come whenever you want."

Abel couldn't shake the uneasiness.

Words like those were usually ones that weren't meant to be spoken aloud. How could he feel at home when this place wasn't truly his home?

Still, he couldn't ignore the sincerity in Jaren Burgess' eyes—a desperate plea to come by just one more time.

He thought he understood the reasoning behind it.

*If you're on friendly terms with the Duke of the Empire, it could only bring benefits.*

Honestly, it wasn't a bad suggestion. Even though Burgess was part of the underworld, his connections could prove helpful in various ways. Abel nodded willingly.

"See you next time," he said.

"Yes, then I'll just take you to the entrance," Jaren replied.

Though Jaren Burgess was getting older, he was still a skilled rider.

The way he followed Abel's carriage so smoothly suggested he had some knightly training in his younger years. When it was finally time to leave the city, Abel prepared to say goodbye.

But when he looked out the window, he was met with a surprising sight.

"His Highness, the Duke of Carriers, is over there!"

"Your Majesty! Thank you so much for saving the city!"

"Thanks to you, I survived!"

"Wow!"

The streets were filled with cheering crowds. Colorful papers fluttered from walls, and young girls handed out bouquets of flowers to passersby. Abel accepted a bouquet with a bewildered look.

"What is all this?" he asked, confused.

Jaren Burgess smiled and replied, "I mobilized my organization's members to spread the story all night. The reason everyone can sleep soundly is because His Majesty has done his part."

Abel wanted to ask why Burgess had done such a seemingly unnecessary thing. His reputation in the North was already substantial.

But, he had to admit, it didn't feel bad. In the past, he'd been nearly feared as a murderer, someone people avoided.

Now, wasn't he being treated almost like a hero? Even a great general might not receive such warm hospitality.

"Thank you anyway. I'll take good care of Northern Ark," Abel said.

"Of course. Take care, Your Majesty!" Jaren responded.

Abel smiled awkwardly, waving at the people who'd come all this way just to see him off.

Their cheers seemed to grow even louder in response.

As the carriage finally departed from Northern Ark, he settled into the passenger seat, sinking into the cushions. They had only just set off, but he already felt exhausted.

"Ah, so this is the life of a celebrity," he muttered. As he said this, he felt a gaze coming from the side.

Cordell McNeil, Peltron, and Shuguri were watching him, arms crossed, looking slightly amused, as if they found the situation ridiculous.

Abel raised his chin proudly and asked, "Why? What?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison. *Huh?* Were they ganging up on him?

"I suppose I'll have to give all three of them a real education at the same time," Abel said casually, though it sparked an unexpected reaction.

"No, I have nothing to do with them!" one protested.

"You did a good job finding the culprit, so you should go easy on me," another reasoned.

"I didn't do anything in the first place!" the third insisted.

With just a few words, their little rebellion was easily suppressed.

* * *

On the outskirts of the Carriers Duchy lay a research laboratory where Vargas was lost in happy thoughts.

Thanks to Princess Justia, the recipe for soap had been perfected.

Now, anyone could make it as long as they had the materials. Of course, since the materials needed magical processing, Vargas had to intervene.

But at least a soap with marketable value had been released. Duke Carriers would likely be very pleased as well.

"The question is when to push this forward…" Vargas murmured.

The faster the production and supply, the better. They were spending a lot of money just to provide enough soap for the public shower rooms.

Moreover, if this soap were released in the Medias shopping mall, it would likely sell out at an incredible rate. It had similar performance to existing liquid soap but was much cheaper.

"Let's make a prototype first," he decided.

Vargas cut the mulberry chunks into neat pieces and placed them into paper bags, then headed straight to see Vice President Miller Xavier. Stay tuned to empire

However, he was forced to stop in his tracks as Princess Justia was blocking the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I wanted to show it to the group vice president. Building a factory and launching a product is your job," he replied.

"Oh my! You really have no sense. If you take it like this, who would like it?"

"Yes?" Vargas looked at her, clearly not understanding.

Princess Justia let out a long sigh and said, "It has to look at least a little bit plausible. Try making it again."

Although he couldn't quite grasp her intentions, Vargas did as he was told. It was true that Princess Justia had been a great help in perfecting the soap. When he mixed the ingredients according to the recipe and boiled them, the liquid swelled up. Just then, she opened two small vials and poured an unidentified liquid into them.

"Oh, no! What are you doing now?" a surprised Vargas shouted, but Princess Justia merely shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

"Just try it. See if it works out."

The production method had changed, so there was no guarantee it could be made properly. Vargas looked skeptical, but the results were quite surprising. The finished soap had a subtle green color, and a refreshing scent filled the laboratory.

"Oh, what on earth did you do?" he asked.

"I just added dyes and fragrances right before it was finished. I thought it would look better."

"Huh!" Vargas exclaimed.

In truth, the results made no sense. The question was, what effect would those dyes and fragrances have? Other strange substances besides soap could have been created. But Princess Justia's luck seemed to defy logic. She had simply added something, and it turned out to be an ingredient that did not react adversely with the others.

Vargas, who had been blinking quietly, approached her and said, "Oh, Your Majesty?"

"Yes? Why are you looking at me like that?" she replied.

"Would you like to go into business with me?"