"Nice to meet you."

"...Yes, Your Excellency."

He must have been suffering a lot emotionally, because his expression was extremely gloomy.

That made sense.

A person died because of him—how could he be okay?

Abel wanted to console Yannick first.

"It might be hard to recall, but the situation at that time..."

But he ended up interrupting the story in the middle.

The reason was that the character information window he had opened without thinking was so different from what he had expected.

Person Information

Name: Yannick

Status: Freedman

Position: None

Relationship: No acquaintance

Status: Terrified by the fact that he has killed a person; deep in his heart, there is a conflict between good and evil, anticipation of making a lot of money, and a new home in the Kingdom of Siron.

Trait: Opportunist

Overall Ability: E

'What? Are you sure you were really trying to save people?'

Of course, it was impossible to completely determine good and evil based on the character information window alone.

Abel thought there would at least be one word in there that said guilt.

But what did this mean?

'Now that I think about it, something has changed.'

As system functionality improved, status information became more detailed.

But this time, there was a new tab called Features.

It felt like expressing a person in one word.

'Because you're an opportunist... it's getting harder and harder.'

He really hoped Yannick was a good person.

That way, there wouldn't be any suspicion that he had tried to save people.

'Let's find out more first.'

Abel listened to Yannick's story carefully.

It wasn't much different from what Latrell had said—just a little more detail added.

Soon, Yannick left the office with his shoulders slumped.

"I see. Has anything come out about that guy?"

Abel asked Feltron a question. It was just a hope.

—It seemed like he didn't have a very good reputation at work. Everyone said he wasn't the type of person who would save anyone.

"Okay?"

He had a hunch, and as expected, it wasn't much different from what he had figured out.

After a while, Abel called the bereaved family members with a heavy heart.

But the moment he faced them, a rather surprising and welcome thought came to mind.

'Haha! This will make things easier, right?'

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A small courtroom in the Crawford County Courthouse.

There were only thirty seats available for viewing.

But it was already full, and there were a lot of people standing around watching.

It felt like a flea market.

As Abel stepped onto the stage, the first thing that came out was a sigh.

The courtroom was so noisy that he couldn't even hear himself talking.

At times like this, he had no choice but to show off his body's special talents.

Kwaaaaang!

"Quiet!"

He smashed the wooden board with Hector Punisher.

Even though he hit it with no force, a tremendous sound came out.

Then, the courtroom was immediately plunged into silence.

"We will now begin the trial regarding the deaths at the factory construction site. Salute Your Honor."

Thud thud thud!

The trial began with an opening statement from Attorney General Bennie Mitchell.

The process continued right after, starting with the confession, but as expected, the prosecutor had no motivation at all.

He just kept saying that since Yannick accidentally killed someone, he should be punished for negligent homicide.

At first glance, it seemed like a valid argument.

Because if you looked at it from the outside, it was just that kind of incident.

The sentence was two years in prison.

The intention to just give him a suspended sentence and end it was clearly revealed.

'That can't be.'

Even though the proceedings were almost complete, Abel did not finish the trial.

Instead, he called the bereaved family members, who were sitting in a corner of the audience and sobbing quietly.

"Would you please come to the witness stand for a moment?"

"Yes? Yes."

Then, the victim's parents walked out with bewildered faces.

They had an expression that said they didn't understand why they had been called.

The audience, prosecutors, and even the defendants had similar reactions.

It seemed like everyone was asking what was left when the results were already out.

Be that as it may, Abel posed a question to the bereaved families.

"Are you Mr. Devante's parents?"

"Yes, I am. My name is Gardner and my wife is Makayla."

"They said you were an infertile couple, but you got pregnant."

"Thankfully, Aramid has shown mercy."

"Is Mr. Devante, who died a few days ago, your adopted son?"

"...!"

A sharp remark thrown out of the blue.

As if hit right in the eye, Gardner and Makayla's eyes widened.

They didn't know he was aware of that fact.

"Answer me."

"Yes? Yes! That's right. It was so hard to have a child, I had to bring one from the slums."

"Okay."

The gallery began to stir.

It seemed that until now, no one knew that Devante was adopted.

Abel asked the following question, not caring how people would react:

"Ms. Makayla?"

"Yes."

"You met the defendant the night before the incident. You even went to the logging camp secretly. What happened?"

"That, that..."

She had a hard time answering.

Because it was suspicious behavior to anyone who saw it.

But how did Abel find out this?

'I just passed it over.'

The only thing that was certain was that Devante was adopted.

There must have been quite a few people coming and going from the logging camp at night.

Even though it was summer, it was cold here because of the high altitude.

Probably everyone wanted to collect wood for firewood.

But the moment Abel met Makayla, he was sure.

'I found out that you had met Yannick beforehand.'

The information was clearly written in the status information.

Besides, she knew that the Dapan Group was quite good at handling industrial accidents.

Then wouldn't the answer be obvious?

What do you call this?

There was no suitable word for it in this world yet.

'Insurance fraud.'