Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The Duchy of Crawford was a prime hunting ground for mercenaries looking to slay monsters.

With its vast, mountainous terrain, it was no surprise that rare creatures were frequently sighted.

"I heard there's a Specter lurking behind Mount Berkal," a mercenary muttered over his drink.

"You mean those ghosts? They're a pain in the ass," another groaned. "And they don't even drop anything useful if you manage to get rid of them."

"Besides, we don't have the right weapons to deal with them. Best to steer clear."

"Damn it. Why do these weirdos keep causing trouble?"

"Probably because so many people died in that area. Their vengeful spirits must have fused with magic and turned into monsters."

"Tch. The Duchy of Crawford has always been a dangerous place."

Abel listened to their conversation with growing interest.

He elbowed Vargas, who was sipping his drink lazily.

"How about that?" Abel asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Vargas barely looked up. "Specters are weak to light. If you leave them alone, they eventually purify themselves. And even if you kill one, you won't get anything worth collecting."

"Seriously? Ugh. What a waste," Abel sighed.

"Still, it might be worth checking out."

Abel raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just say it wasn't worth the effort?"

"In theory, yes. But it's rare for Specters to appear so frequently. There must be something unusual going on."

"Oh?" Abel mused.

Ghosts didn't just wander around for no reason. If one was active, it likely meant a massacre had taken place.

Abel nodded to himself but set the idea aside for now. If something more interesting came up, he'd rather check that out first.

Yet, after eavesdropping on various conversations around the tavern, nothing caught his attention.

"Alright, let's go check out the Specter haunt," Abel finally decided.

"Yeah, sounds good. I haven't been to the back of Mount Berkal yet," Vargas agreed.

Lately, Vargas had been obsessed with his research, mostly because of the high-quality specimens found in the Duchy of Crawford.

Of course, that didn't mean much to Abel. Potion-making was a sorcerer's thing, and he had no real interest in it.

Still, if Vargas got better at it, Abel figured he might benefit somehow.

"By the way," Vargas said suddenly, "I came all the way here, but I haven't seen the princess even once."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Abel narrowed his eyes. "You're not planning to ask the princess to mix a potion for you, are you?"

"Huh? Well, maybe," Vargas admitted with a grin. "You've got good luck with rare draws."

"You were calling it nonsense before."

"Hey, you proved it yourself. Ever heard of 'show and prove'?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Abel muttered.

The two left the city, their conversation trailing off.

As they passed through the gates, a few guards recognized Abel and gave him worried glances.

He waved them off. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."

With the Northern Berserker and the Nermia Sorcerer together, what could possibly go wrong?

Abel was confident they could handle anything.

But when they reached the back of Mount Berkal, a frown crossed his face.

"Is this real? Are you sure a Specter was spotted here?"

"That's what they said," Vargas replied, rubbing his eyes. "But I don't see a single ant, let alone a ghost."

Abel crossed his arms, his expression darkening.

"I remember all those mercenaries' faces. If they were lying, I'll deal with them when we get back."

There was nothing here. Not just monsters—no birds, no rabbits, not even insects.

"That's weird," Abel muttered. "Normally, you'd at least see a stray animal."

Vargas yawned, already half-asleep.

Then—

Kkiiiii!

A horrible sound, like nails scraping against metal, rang through the air.

Abel flinched, clutching his head as a sharp pain shot through his skull.

The noise wasn't just irritating—it was physically painful.

"Ugh! This isn't some ordinary Specter," he growled. "This thing is on a whole different level!"

"I know," Vargas said, looking around wildly. "But where the hell is it?"

Despite the overwhelming presence pressing down on them, neither of them could pinpoint its exact location.

Even after activating his beast's heart, Abel couldn't sense it clearly.

Kkiihihihihi!

The eerie laughter sent another jolt of pain through his head.

His vision blurred, and for a moment, his thoughts scattered.

'This is the first time I've experienced a mental attack like this.'

His mind was nearing its limit. If this kept up, he could actually break.

'No. I can't go down like this.'

It was a dangerous situation, but there was a way out.

Brute force.

If they fled the Specter's range, it would have to reveal itself to follow them.

And the moment it showed itself—

'It's weak to light. I'll hit it with a devastating punishment.'

Just as Abel reached for Vargas's shoulder to signal their escape—

"Whaaaaat! Charge! Charge!"

BOOM!

A deafening roar filled the air.

Something massive—a blur of movement—rushed past Abel, sending dirt and dust flying.

For a split second, he saw what looked like… a bed?

His brain struggled to process what was happening.

"What the hell was that?!"

***

A palm-sized figure wearing a green one-piece dress hovered in the air.

Its wings, a blend of dragonfly and butterfly, moved without rest.

'Tinkerbell?'

It wasn't one of the giant moths often seen in the military, but rather something resembling a fairy straight out of Peter Pan.

In a world full of strange creatures, Abel could understand seeing something like this. But the real problem was the weapon it carried—a massive battle axe.

"—Die! Oh, by the way, he's already dead, right? No, but still, die! You rotten little bastards!"

Despite its cute appearance, it had quite a foul mouth.

The battle axe swung fiercely.

Even though the tiny figure staggered under the weapon's weight, it attacked relentlessly.

Whoosh! Bam!

The black shapes disintegrated and then reformed.

The sound of the air being torn apart and the sharp impact rang out, but the shadowy entity—presumably a Specter—didn't seem to care in the slightest.

It simply kept advancing while Abel and Vargas retreated out of range.

"Hey, Vargas."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Am I the only one who doesn't understand this situation?"

"No, me too. But one thing is for sure."

"What?"

"That guy is a half-fairy."

"A half-fairy?"

"Yes."

There were half-demons and half-devils, so why wouldn't there be half-fairies? It was a very plausible concept.

However, that tiny warrior's attacks weren't working on the Specter at all.

Vargas shook his head.

"A weapon like that can't hurt a ghost monster. I'm sure the half-fairy doesn't realize that."

"Maybe they're attacking because they have no other choice? Maybe something really frustrating happened, but they couldn't resolve it."

"That's quite possible."

"If we help defeat the Specter, maybe we can get something out of it?"

"Honestly, I don't know. The existence of a half-fairy is extremely rare."

In fact, demigods and half-demons occasionally appeared in ancient literature, but half-fairies were nearly unheard of.

Even Abel, who was well-acquainted with half-blooded beings, had never encountered one before.

Still, it was clear that the tiny warrior was in trouble.

'I was going to kill the Specter anyway. This just makes things easier.'

Ghostly monsters like these were incredibly troublesome to deal with.

If a wandering mercenary force had encountered them unknowingly, they might have been wiped out.

Hadn't there been rumors in the city?

People said that one should never venture behind Mount Berkal.

For safety's sake, it was best to eliminate the threat.

"When I didn't know where the enemy was, it was difficult to respond. But now, things are different."

Abel began stacking skills one by one.

Hurrruk!

The Heart of the Beast ignited, looking like red flames rising from his body.

Then came the Extreme Choice, amplifying his attack power.

『Activation of Destructive Retribution』

Wiggle!

A powerful force surged from within Abel's body and flowed into his arms.

In the past, he had struggled to control it, often just throwing it away as soon as it activated.

But now, he could wield it with precision.

Woohoooo...

A bright blue light enveloped Hector the Punisher, accompanied by an eerie vibration.

The Specter, sensing the sudden surge of power, flinched.

It moved as if it were about to flee.

"That won't do. Cha-ha-ha!"

Shuhwaaaaak—! Kukuaquaquaqua!

With a roar, Abel swung his warhammer.

A brilliant beam of light tore through the air.

It all happened in an instant.

The Specter's body was split apart, and everything behind it crumbled into dust.

Passussut! Pyung—!

A gust of wind tore through the battlefield, revealing scorched earth, fallen trees, and melted rocks.

Vargas's mouth hung open at the sight.

"Huh! Heh heh!"

"What's the matter?"

"I realize something again."

"What?"

"I told you—one must never provoke His Highness the Duke."

"You knew this all along, and yet you kept talking nonsense?"

"Hey, that's not possible! Unless you have multiple lives, no one would dare do that even if they knew!"

"That's strange. Judging by your usual behavior, you don't seem to know."

"Ahem, ahem!"

Vargas coughed loudly, trying to compose himself.

Abel found the sight amusing and chuckled.

"By the way, I wonder what happened."

He had nearly maxed out his attack power, fearing the Specter might escape.

But still, one could never be sure.

After all, their opponent was a phantom entity with no physical form.

But in the end, it turned out to be a needless worry.

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