Chapter 130: Trevor Warren [4]

Able shrugged his shoulders as he looked at his crumbling opponent.'That's not it.'

The reason Able was called the Berserker of the North was very simple.

It was just because he went out to the battlefield every day and swept away the enemy.

If he caught you, you would never be taken prisoner. He would definitely kill whoever his opponent was.

However, Trevor Warren seemed to be somewhat mistaken. That must have been because Able looked so overwhelmingly strong.

'By the way, even though it's torn in half, it's not like it's completely unusable, right?'

There was a definite feeling that the attack power had been weakened, but as long as he could hit accurately, it didn't seem to matter.

Wasn't that just a huge success? Ignore the opponent's attack and go in to hit a vital spot! There was no need to go to great lengths to create an opening.

"It's comfortable and nice. I should use it often."

Able looked around with a satisfied smile.

Knights were strewn all over the place, badly injured. And Cordell McNeil, standing alone and dumbfounded, was smiling brightly and putting his sword away.

Slurp! Bam!

"Ah! Are you finished?"

That man was no ordinary man, taking down a dozen knights all by himself.

Besides, wasn't this a situation where you subdued someone without killing them?

Able looked at Cordell with interest and then shrugged. It meant that it was nothing special.

"Yes, he was definitely worth his name. It was a bit of a hassle, though."

"As expected, Your Highness, the Duke of Carriers is the greatest monster I know."

"…."

Was this a compliment or an insult?

Leaving Cordell McNeil's incomprehensible ramblings behind, Able headed straight back to the carriage. It was to find the groom who was hiding somewhere.

"Mr. Brandon?"

"Oh! Your Highness, I am glad you are safe."

"I'm always fine. Are you hurt?"

"No I'm not hurt Your Highness, I was well camouflaged so they could not find me."

Brandon was sticking weeds here and there in his clothes.

There was a lot of room in a Deliat-style coat to hang things. Because it was so fluffy and the fabric wasn't tight, it felt like a natural ghillie suit.

"Well done. You have good taste."

"Don't worry. If I lack the strength, I should learn survival skills like this."

"Could you help me out for a moment? I need to carry them all."

"He's a criminal transporter! Just leave it to me!"

Brandon ran to where the fight took place. It felt like something was really exciting.

Able had a feeling that if he gave Brandon a job in the Capital Police Force, he'd do well. He walked away, his mind wandering.

It wasn't hard to get Trevor Warren and the Western 1st Corps Knights.

They came here well prepared from the start. There were two wagons loaded with food and camping supplies to last several months.

Throwing away the useless stuff and cleaning up, it looked like a decent convoy. The problem was that there was no one to drive the other two carriages.

"There's no choice. Let's each take one."

"Yes? Your Highness the Duke?"

"You're good at riding horses, so what can't you do? Just teach me how to handle it."

"Oh my! I can't believe this."

"You don't have to worry."

"I will teach you with all my heart."

Learning to drive a carriage wasn't that difficult.

Honestly, it was a lot easier than horseback riding. Besides, Brandon would take the lead, so Able just had to follow along.

The problem was that Cordell McNeil's learning speed was extremely slow.

"Hey, why isn't it working well?"

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"That's exactly what's so difficult."

"You're not pretending not to be able to do it on purpose, are you?"

"Eh, hey! What are you talking about!"

Judging from the visibly embarrassed look on his face, Cordell must have genuinely hated it.

If he's a black agent of the Imperial Guard, he'll do all kinds of dirty work, right? It was a bit strange that only that one thing was missing.

After deviating from the path five or six times, Cordell's face turned bright red.

"If there's one thing I can't do, it's driving a carriage."

"Why?"

"I had a big accident when I was young."

"Oh my! Looks like you got hit by a carriage."

"No. I brought it. The statue of my father that was made at a very high price. I was so angry at that time that I got motion sickness just looking at a carriage… ."

As Able was listening to this absurd answer, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

'Oh, this guy was just as much of a jerk as Trevor.'

If judged by his appearance alone, he might have been a much worse person.

Anyway, after taking a few beatings, Cordell was able to drive the carriage somehow. Actually, if it weren't for the joke, he could have done it a long time ago.

They moved slowly along the trade route to the empire. As they were walking along like that for a while, suddenly a loud noise erupted from behind them.

"Eww! Aaaah!"

Everyone was startled by the sudden scream, and the carriage stopped.

Able looked back with a dumbfounded expression and saw Trevor Warren going crazy, flailing his arms and legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Under...."

Everyone said he was quite crazy, and as soon as he woke up, there was chaos.

Able had no choice but to go straight to the loading dock. Then a scream of anger was heard.

"Can't you stop this right now?"

"Why should I do that?"

"Even if you are the highest judge, you cannot arrest us. No matter what crime we have committed, we must be sent to a military court!"

Able thought it was just a rumor, but surprisingly, there was some basis to it.

Actually, that wasn't wrong. Knights belonging to the Imperial Army must naturally be court-martialed. But Trevor knew one thing and not two. Able put his hand into his robes with a meaningful smile.

Wince!

Trevor shuddered, as if he thought he was going to get hit with a gavel. It looked like what he got hit with earlier hurt quite a bit.

But Able had no intention of hitting him in the first place. He just took out the Imperial Code that he always carried with him.

"Now, read it."

"Arresting a criminal in the act? What does that have to do with me?"

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"No, it's five lines down. What does it say?"

"… … In the case where the offender is a soldier, are the police investigations and military prosecution investigations compared?"

"It says 'police investigation' in front, right?"

"So?"

"It means you have to go to the police station first. So keep your mouth shut and be quiet."

Swish!

Able said, taking out the gavel.

"Please resist a little. I hit you earlier, and it felt good."

"…."

Only then did Trevor Warren shut his mouth. Oh, he really listened well.

Is this why people need to be skilled in both civil and military affairs?

Of course everyone needs to learn law...Who knows when it might come handy?