Chapter 110: New Law

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Governor!"

"Yes, nice to meet you. What is your name?"

"This is Leslie Bandro."

"What did you do?"

"I worked in accounting at the top."

"Until when?"

"Until yesterday."

'What on earth does this mean? You move after it's confirmed that you're changing jobs. How dare you act so recklessly. '

Anyway, I had already made up my mind.

'This is acceptable.'

With four years of experience working at the top, he was full of respect for me and enthusiasm for his work.

How could I not choose a guy like this?

As we were about to end the interview, Leslie raised his hand.

"Your Excellency the Governor."

"Yes, go ahead."

"Could you please just give me your autograph?"

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I was just blinking at the sudden request.

A lowly noble from a vassal state asking something like this from the highest-ranking royal family of the empire?

No, let's put aside the fact that it's rude.

Anyway, I don't care about empty formalities.

But is this realistically possible?

'If I think about it, we are the ones who destroyed Deliat.'

It was certain that his feelings toward the Governor-General were not good.

Up until now, officials dispatched from the empire have repeatedly committed corruption.

"Ugh! I was rude. I apologize, Your Excellency the Governor."

As I remained silent, Leslie Bandro bowed his head.

He looked embarrassed and sorry.

I was watching that scene and nodded belatedly.

"Okay. Where should I put it?"

"Here."

"Yes?"

Leslie immediately held out his coat—a thin cloth that Deliat people always wear.

He want me to sign over here?

I was like, what the hell is this, I'm not even an athlete.

Still, I dipped my quill in ink.

It's not that difficult, is it? There's no need to refuse.

Swish! Swish!

Fortunately, the coat was made of a material that absorbed ink well.

It wasn't anything fancy like a signature; it was just my name written in cursive.

Still, Leslie Bandro was so happy he almost burst into tears.

"Oh my! Thank you, Your Excellency!"

"Oh, yes. I will contact you if you pass, okay."

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Leslie left the interview room, jumping up and down.

I chuckled slightly and stroked my chin.

It was a little embarrassing, but honestly, I didn't feel that bad.

'This is what it feels like to have a passionate fan.'

I often heard people cheering. But this was the first time I had been asked for an autograph.

Everyone had a hard time with me because of my high status.

But the moment I met the next interviewer, I felt a deep regret.

"Your Excellency the Governor."

"Yes?"

"Excuse me, could you please give me an autograph?"

"No, but I don't think there's a need to lie down like that?"

"Give me the glory, just as you did to Mr. Bandro!"

"This is… … ."

I looked embarrassed, but I signed anyway.

But then the next person made the same request.

Plus, all the interviewers lined up and held out all kinds of objects, asking for an autograph like Leslie Bandro.

After repeating this hundreds of times, a bad thought suddenly occurred to me.

'Oh, should I not hire that guy?'

* * *

Even though the country was in ruins, there were still countless talented people in Deliat.

It just hasn't seen the light of day yet.

I found a gem in the mud and wanted to process it neatly.

What is absolutely necessary for that is...

'School.'

It was not intended to raise the overall educational level of the nation.

It's just an attempt to mentally arm the newly elected managers.

How did the once diligent Hojein Allegan change?

There was no law that prevented such an incident from happening again.

'I have to prevent it in advance.'

I know that too.

Even if I build a system with numerous checks and balances and procedures, there will inevitably be holes.

Because it was humans who did all that.

Of course, they may fall into mannerisms or make wrong judgments.

But now there was not even the slightest barrier to prevent absurdity and injustice.

It's an environment where the powerful can abuse their power at will.

'What if it wasn't me wielding that sword?'

The judges of the empire followed my precedent to some extent.

Because the authority of the Supreme Court remains alive.

But this place is a wasteland of law.

Since I was rebuilding from scratch, I was determined to get everything right.

"Of course, the intention is good, but the problem is that it's incredibly annoying."

How could it be easy to overhaul the law and establish a system?

Moreover, there is no one here to even put our heads together and discuss things.

Having to rely on my memory for everything was absolutely terrifying.

'I wish I could at least cut down on writing a little bit... huh?'

As I was muttering to myself while holding the quill pen, a good idea suddenly occurred to me.

Anyway, isn't the law I'm creating now something that the managers need to be familiar with?

In that case, there is no need to do it alone.

I walked straight toward the Governor-General's Office.

"You should be prepared to lose your arms. You are slaves to the text. No, you rookie managers."

Of course, I used it separately, but I had no intention of doing it with my bare hands.

Even if they give me a golden coin, my reputation won't go down.

As I was moving with a sinister smile on my face, I suddenly heard someone's voice next to me.

"When I see you like this, you really seem like the devil."

It was my escort, Cordell McNeill, who followed me like a shadow.

What is he talking about?

This is all for Deliat.

***

"Evidence collected without following due process cannot be used as evidence."

I read the new law in a loud voice.

Actually, it wasn't anything particularly special.

Because it is the result of squeezing out memories.

Even though I'm good at memorizing, I'm not good enough to chew through the entire law code.

So the order was messed up.

The exclusion of illegally collected evidence is originally Article 308-2 of the Criminal Procedure Act, but here it is simply Article 14.

'So what? As long as it works well wherever it is, that's fine.'

Square! Square!

Every time I opened my mouth, the sound of the quill playing sounded like an orchestra.

This was because 50 new managers were in the process of being appointed.

'Wow! Automatic hunting is the best after all.'

It would have taken me a very long time to revise all of that code.

My arms must have been overworked.

Besides, the managers will have to write it down separately.

Because there aren't even basic printers here.

'Should I make metal type?'

Vargas, the sorcerer of Nermia, was able to mass-produce extremely precise crafts.

Perhaps even grain-sized letters would be possible.

I thought that if things continued like this, the typewriter would come out before metal type.

Of course, to do that, you need to start with mechanical engineering… … .

"Wow! There's a lot to get dirty about."

"Yes?"

"Oh, sorry. I was just talking to myself. Where did I end up?"

"It is a judicial review."

"Let's continue. The court may, when it deems it necessary, conduct an examination of evidence at its own discretion… … ."

After about two weeks of auto-hunting, the end was finally in sight.

It was the first code of law in which criminal procedure and criminal law were separated.

Moreover, now even sentencing standards have been set.

This somewhat limits the judge's discretion.

It wasn't that unreasonable, though.

It simply prevented felonies from being punished lightly and misdemeanors from being punished severely.

'This is enough.'

In fact, things like this used to be commonplace.

Those with connections to the court or who were of noble birth always received lighter punishments.

Is it okay to do anything as long as they pay a small fine?

But the common people were different.

If the victim was a nobleman, he could be sentenced to death or imprisonment for even the slightest offense.

Even fines and compensation were added on top of that.

'If it were me, I would definitely not make that kind of decision.'

But what about the other judges?

If they don't want to give in to external pressure, they have to have at least some excuse.

There's nothing I can do about it because the sentencing standards are like this.

I tried to see as much as I could.

He hits the middle-aged man while saying this.

Then, even a judge who does not have a strong backing will be able to make a proper decision.

It will definitely have a positive impact.

"Okay. Let's just announce it and apply it… . I guess I can't do that."

Why?

Because there is no judge to judge.

I was practically alone in Deliat.

There were predecessors, but most of them were not human.

'I'm going to go back. How can there be nothing right in this country?'

It seemed like it would have to be selected from among the newly elected officials.

If you look closely and see someone with a strong sense of justice, you should pick them out.

Of course, before that, I had to go through all the trials myself.

Fortunately, there haven't been many lawsuits recently.

Because these are such dangerous times, everyone is taking precautions.

However, it was not possible to avoid a trial altogether.

As people live, all kinds of conflicts are bound to arise.