Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Perhaps there was a time when the power of the imperial family was weak.

'I understand that I donated land to the imperial family to give them strength?'

This makes the story a little easier.

At least the emperor views me favorably.

If I did this, I didn't think there would be any major censure. But the next moment, a completely unexpected remark came out from empror mouth.

"So, you keep the land you got this time."

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand"

"There's no way you don't understand. Are you disobeying my orders?"

"No, How can that be possible? I must follow empror orders unconditionally and wholeheartedly."

First of all, I nodded my head vigorously.

But at the same time, I wondered if this was right.

'Then what do I become?'

The judge made the disputed area a direct territory of the imperial family. But the emperor transfers it back to the relevant judge?

What are all these crazy deals?

Anyone can see that it looks like the royal family planned it!

After a moment of dumbfounded silence, I forced myself to hide my true feelings.

Only then did Emperor Charon nod with a satisfied expression.

"Okay. That's how it should be. Whose order is this? How dare there be opposition?"

"That is a reasonable statement."

"Try to pack it well. They say it's good land for farming."

"Thank you, your majesty."

Soon, the emperor waved his hands roughly.

It meant that business was over, so it was time to get out of the way. I quickly left the place at a brisk pace.

As I went outside, I felt a little relieved. Because I hadn't been able to breathe properly until now.

"Phew! I'm glad nothing major happened."

I was afraid that that monster-like person might recognize my identity.

Of course, there was no way he could detect that my soul had changed.

Even though we are members of the same royal family, we didn't interact much.

Because that side is the direct lineage and my side is the collateral lineage.

Anyway, I thought I would buy some time.

But when I thought about what had just happened, my mind became confused.

'Wait a minute, wasn't that a really troublesome neighborhood?'

* * *

When I returned to the mansion, I unfolded the map and sighed. Deacon Miller Xavier also looked troubled.

"Coincidentally, it is connected to the Duchy of Carriers. If this is the case, it was planned from the beginning to take over the land of the noble faction…."

"I know, so stop talking."

"Yes."

I couldn't know the emperor's intentions exactly, but one thing was certain: he is indirectly trying to destroy me. If not, it must have been a mean prank.

'Why are you putting me in trouble by giving me this land? I went to the imperial family in the first place because I didn't want to have a headache.'

It seemed like he had discovered my intentions. Otherwise, how could it be so difficult to pinpoint something like this?

"But it's something we can't just ignore. Because His Majesty did not exempt us from paying taxes."

"We need to do something without moving, so will both sides stay still?"

"Perhaps Count Brayden's side will be moderate."

"That damn Siere noble faction is the problem again."

Since when did it become wrong? I really felt like I was bothering Baron Parviant for no reason.

They say they tried to establish justice in Amman… … .

'No? If I could go back then, I would have made the same decision.'

Anyone can see that that guy was wrong.

Moreover, unpaid wages! Where on earth is this guy who commits such crazy things?

Perhaps because I was receiving a salary, I felt too much empathy.

I stared at the map with burning eyes.

How should I develop that disputed area to avoid setbacks?

"What would happen if we built the farm as originally planned?"

"There will probably be a lot of disruption. Frost is a given, and it can even ruin the field."

"It would cost more to deploy security forces than to dispatch them."

"Because the disruption will probably occur at night."

It seemed like the farm would definitely not work.

In fact, the land I own now is sufficient for growing crops.

A lot of time passed, but no answer came.

Moreover, Deacon Xavier could not spare a long time.

Because there was a ton of work to do. It seemed like we needed to add management personnel as quickly as possible.

"I'll just go now."

"Yes, please try harder for a while."

"It's okay for a few days. Haha!"

The butler retreated with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel sorry. I too have been caught up in work quite a bit.

'It would be good to quickly divide up the work. Uh? Wait a sec… … .'

It was a sudden thought.

Division of labor was essential to increase work efficiency.

It was the same when I was working part-time, working, and being a police officer.

If I do it brute force, nothing will happen. So, didn't I make a work schedule as soon as I got here?

It was not easy to divide farming, so only the days off were clearly divided. They must have sufficient stamina to do their job well.

But aren't factories different?

'Besides, there's less space to protect than the farm, right?'

It was a good idea. If I build something like a castle wall, I won't have to worry about sabotage.

As soon as I made my decision, I immediately started researching the market.

The purpose was to find out which products were most in demand. Excluding food, of course.

"Fabric?"

It was a natural result. Isn't it one of the essential elements of human life: food, clothing, and shelter?

In addition, demand was high, but supply was in short supply. It seemed like it was because it was a job that took a lot of effort.

'But can I do well?'

I also had a part-time job as a sewing machine operator.

I know how to use a sewing machine quite well, but what good is that? This is a medieval fantasy world without any machines.

I had no intention of quitting.

"There are still workers left anyway."

They can do it by hand.