A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 241
The Marquis of Levant, who was writing something on a document, reported to Inferinos in a businesslike voice.
“I’m old and won’t be of much use, so I’ll send it to a flower farm and use it as fertilizer.”
It was worse than execution. This place was truly hell.
The surrounding noises suddenly died down, unlike a space where a thousand people had gathered.
Taking advantage of the courtroom’s quietness, the summary judgment continued.
“Next. Sinner, Burden Volcam.”
“Yes, four......!”
The Marquis of Levant, satisfied with the powerful answer, recited the contents of the document.
“38-year-old male. Occupation: chimney sweeper. Raised by poor parents without much trouble, he still lives a miserably poor life. He has a timid personality and has never harmed or hurt others, but he is stingy when it comes to helping others because his life is so tough. He regrets putting all his 15 silver of allowance into a relief fund when he was 10 years old, and he has never donated anything. Is that right, you lowly human?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Burden answered with shame.
Not donating in a religious country is extremely condemnable.
Immediately, Inferinos’s verdict was handed down.
“Guilty. 50 years of reeducation through labor.”
“......!”
Not only Burden but also the religious citizens muttered in thought at the sentencing.
“Huh, donation....... 50 years for not donating.......”
“What am I going to do.......”
“That, is that such a big sin......?”
At that time, the Marquis of Levant corrected their ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) misunderstanding.
“You are wise, Your Majesty. A human being with such good nature that he voluntarily donated at such a young age can never be forgiven. I will entrust you with cleaning the outer walls of the execution pit, using my expertise.”
“......!”
A man named Burden was also dragged away. The next one was a middle-aged man.
“Next, the sinner, Jorven Ibol.”
“It is I.......”
“43-year-old male. Carpenter by profession. Ordinary and healthy head of the household. Actively participated in raising three children, took great care of his sick mother-in-law, and never cheated on his wife. Even before marriage, his current wife, who was his older sister next door at the time, ran into him first, but he steadfastly maintained his premarital chastity. Is that right?”
“Yes.......”
Inferinos spoke at length for the first time.
“You don’t commit the lust of the Seven Deadly Sins, but you violate the chastity of the Seven Pillars. Your crime is serious. Guilty. 200 years of reeducation through labor.”
“Your back looks strong, so I will send you to the blood stone mine, Your Majesty.”
The verdict was made twice based on astonishing logic.
At this point, people began to notice that the standards for the verdict were not normal.
<What on earth are you going to do?>
I lowered my voice and answered Agnes’ question in a small voice.
“This is the ‘Judgment Hall of Encouraging Evil and Punishing Good.’ We encourage evil and punish good.”
<Ha... ... .>
The rope was pulled forward one step at a time. The next person was brought up to the stand.
“The sinner, Lizenya Ellit.”
“Yes.”
A young woman in a maid’s uniform answered quietly, holding on to a cross.
She was an ordinary and religious woman, so her fate was no different from the people before her.
Everyone felt that way and felt depressed at that time.
“31-year-old woman. Professional lace weaver... but she has some incredibly unusual characteristics?”
Something incredibly unusual?
“Serial killer. 8-year veteran, blonde men are her main targets. She weaves lace from her victims’ hair and uses it as loot. Currently owns 78 coasters, 39 handkerchiefs, 7 gloves, and 1 tablecloth. Is this your story?”
“Yes! That’s right...!”
Rezenya Ellit happily answers with her face flushed.
The verdict was handed down amid the shock that filled the air.
“Not guilty. Treat her as a VIP and then release her. She is a talent that is absolutely necessary for the royal family.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Two handsome incubi approached the serial killer and tried to serve him.
That was when the idea of punishing evil for good was about to be completed.
“Wait a minute.”
“Your Majesty? Is there a problem?”
Inferinos, who had stopped the murderous maid, waved his wrist once.
Then, the defendant’s seat, which had been like a round altar, changed its shape. [<System> Warning. ‘Scales of Sin’ is summoned. The rules of judgment are changing.] A huge horizontal scale replaced the defendant’s seat. [‘Scales that judge souls’ looked at the situation with unpleasant eyes.] At Inferinos’ nod, the incubi linked arms on both sides of the murderous maid.
The place where he was dragged away as if he was being taken away was on one side of the scale.
Boom!
The serial killer’s sins were extremely heavy.
As the huge plate hit the floor, a crack appeared on the ground as if a heavy rock had fallen.
Inferinos opened his mouth indifferently.
“It’s tiring to judge all these sinners one by one. If their sins are heavier than the noble guest’s, they will be found not guilty, and if they are less serious, they will be sentenced to 100 years of reeducation through labor.”
“You are hot, Your Majesty.”
And so the trial proceeded with the changed rules.
As expected, no one who met the conditions for not guilty appeared.
<You’re crazy. You’re doing this seriously as if it were some great ritual.>
So you must be a demon.
In an instant, hundreds of people were found guilty and taken to the labor camp.
Among them were Hestio No. 57, Hilde No. 102, and Iphael No. 129.
“Sinner, Hestio Raizenel. Go up to the scales. ...... Guilty. Bone sorting room.”
“Sinner, Hilde Marcellion. Go up to the scales. ...... Guilty. Since you seem to be a 7th-level divine power awakener, I will send you to a particularly difficult place. To the Demonic Cultivation Grounds.”
“Sinner, Ipeil Celetino. Go up to the scales. ...... Huh? Come to think of it, you’re blond? I will shave your hair and give it to the honored guest, and then go to the Demonic Bloodstone Mining Grounds.”
My colleagues all dispersed. I memorized their assigned locations in case of an emergency.
When the turn passed 200, Inferinos yawned and spoke solemnly.
“Why is the scales of sin not moving at all? It is lamentable that there are so few evildoers in the world.”
<Noise.>
Rezenya Ellit, who acts as the weight of the scale, said that she had 78 coasters, 39 handkerchiefs, 7 gloves, and 1 tablecloth as her loot.
In other words, she is a serial killer who killed 125 people.
To rub up against her, you have to be a human who works in the same field.
For example... ... .
“Sinner, Ash Knight. Go up to the scale.”
Or an assassin.
“Yes, yes. Sure.”
Ash climbed onto the large plate.
The distance was so far that I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell that he had a cold aura unlike usual.
And so the moment came when the serial killer and the Night Eagle 1st Group assassin competed over the size of their sins.
Squeak... ... .
The scales that had not moved at all until now finally began to move. In the direction that the plate carrying Ash was going down.
“Huh.”
“Huh.”
People gasped at the appearance of another killer.
“What, what! There’s someone more experienced than me in this field?!”
Just as Rezenya Elite was startled, the arms of the scale were almost horizontal.
If it went down a little more, it would be possible to defeat the serial killer. However.
Squeak... ...!
Just before it became horizontal, the direction the scale was tilted changed. Ash’s side was once again tilted higher.
“Whew, then that’s right.”
The killer maid was proud, as if she had protected some great honor.
On the other hand, Ash calmed down and returned to his usual state.
For some reason, his shoulders seemed to rise and fall significantly. As if he had let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
<Ash, you were feeling anxious earlier.>
To some, this place might have been a place where their existence and life were evaluated.
Anyway, Ash’s sins were lighter than Rezenya Elite’s.
How could a Night Eagle 1st Corps Assassin be defeated by a serial killer?
The reason could be found out through the explanation given by the Marquis of Levant.
“You’re an assassin by profession, but you’ve been very selective in the work you’ve done. You’ve mostly killed child abusers... It’s because of people like you that the human world lacks talent.”
“Yes, yes. I deeply regret it.”
“It’s good to admit your sins readily. I hope you pay the price well. So the labor camp where you’ll be exploited for 100 years....”
It was then that Ash raised his hand and spoke boldly.
“Can I tell you where you’re applying?”
“Huh? Where?”
Not only the Marquis of Levant, but also the people were surprised by the unimaginable wit.
But what was even more surprising was that Inferinos, who was listening to the conversation, joined in.
A solemn voice fell from high above like a revelation.
“The Demon World favors occupations that involve killing. Tell me.”
“I want to go to the Demon Cage.”
“I envy you for volunteering in such a dangerous place. Good. If you endure well, I’ll reduce your sentence to 80 years.”
“Thank you.”
Ash was taken to the same place as Hilde.
Agnes spoke to him.
<Anyway, he’s a quick-witted guy. He chose the labor camp so that the group would be less scattered.>
“Right.”
<What are you going to do anyway? The odds against the Demon King... ... honestly, they seem to be nil.>
“......Yes.”
It’s a fact that cannot be denied.
I recalled the last time Tesilid saved the world in the original 98th episode.
Even Tesilid, who had become a strong man, needed years of preparation to catch the first Demon King.
Because defeating the Demon King was not something that could be done with force alone.
Agnes advised in a low and cautious tone.
<You should consider rescuing just the party and escaping, Ailet.>
That wasn’t the end.
<If it comes down to it, just you.> [‘World-building Words’ silently agreed.] “.......”
I didn’t respond.
The various scenarios and plans that came to mind were not yet organized.
Before I knew it, my turn had already passed the 300s. If I walked about 40 steps, it would be my turn.
That was when.
“Sinner, Tesilid Argent. Go up to the scales.”
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