A flash of light suddenly illuminated my face.
No, how can they not know this face of mine?
A thick law book, a metal gavel, and a crazy handsome face. Anyone can see that I'm the star of the royal family, the highest judge, Duke Abel Carriers.
But the opponent just snorted.
"Haha! If you pretend to be a northern berserker, do you think we let you off the hook?"
It seemed like they hadn't even expected it. In fact, would you ever meet someone as talented as a duke in such a remote place? It's natural to be suspicious.
"Haha! You even brought a thick book to imitate a judge. Is it a law book or something?"
The bastard raised his weapon with a sinister grin.
A warhammer modified into a two-handed mace scattered moonlight. As it turned out, it became a head-on hammer-to-hammer showdown.
But I had no intention of playing with the gavel. I got a little scratched when that guy brought up the law.
