Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

"─ What?

The woman was taken aback by the way she cut out so straightforward that she also forgot to maintain a loving laugh.

Sola, who saw the woman's reaction, laughs in the back of her throat with a cookie.

"That's a perfect grasp. Let me explain."

Sola deals with it in the way she made a fool of herself.

The woman's eyebrows slowly stopped and her expression became more rude.

─ ─ There's no way I'm going back to sleep for free.

Sora stopped her cheekstick and put her arms together.

As a matter of fact, we're clearing three seats for town officials.

Weighing on his back, he put his legs together and Sola unilaterally communicated.

The lady did not change her expression.

"Don't you have the talent to sit in an empty seat?

─ ─ That sounds like a kid. That's a cheap hatchet.

She pointed out safely that she didn't even have to be vigilant.

But Sora took one out of a bunch of parchment on hand, without getting her hair in between.

It was placed on the table. It was a letter bearing the mark of the Marquis of Beltze.

"We borrowed talent from the Marquis of Beltze. Cut off incompetent town officials and replace them"

The woman's eyes were opened.

The absolute advantage that the town officials were convinced of was easily crushed by a single letter.

The lady roars her throat with a gobble.

- Are you ready for this?

She is shown Sola's proximity, and she changes her mind.

The young Viscount in front of me is just a monster who looks cute, he said.

With sharper eyes, she only served to entertain Sola.

Sora shakes her legs back and forth, appealing to what she enjoys watching.

"There's an order to call in this room, I thought you said. What do you think the priority condition is?

Sora asks.

In view of the words of the encounter and the circumstances in which she was placed, the lady distorted her face with regret.

"… easy to give or no"

"Half correct. Here's the priority. Whether it helps me or not."

On the terms that Sola told me, the lady is about to pound her tongue.

The condition cited by the woman is that Sola controls the behavior of the individual. Freedom is granted to town officials.

In contrast, the conditions Sola cites are things that define the behavioral principles of the individual.

I mean, Sola says:

"─ Cut it off if it's useless," he said?

"Is there a problem?

Questioned strangely, the temples of the lady moved pictorially.

Sora spins her words in a tone that speaks to stupid dogs who never remember the art.

"You've already figured out why I called you first. I'm buying your abilities. You're the kid who can do it, right?

Sora continues to laugh as she watches the face of a woman dyed bright red with ridiculous rage.

And instruct them unilaterally.

Like an idiot dog, commanding you to show your belly,

"─ Betray your colleagues."

With a grin, Sola poked three parchments.

It is not a letter from the Marquis of Beltze.

The woman, who was humiliated with a bright red face, read a sentence of parchment poked at her.

─ ─ I read it.

"Hey, what's that?!?

The lady did not think, she kicked down the chair and stood up.

Blood is instantly drawn from her face, which was bright red, and she is turning bright blue.

─ ─ I'm not kidding. I need to get in touch with Grandpa Sesame Sushi. It sucks.

A thick hand was placed behind her back on both shoulders of the woman who tried to retreat.

The lady stiffens herself to tension.

- Who is it?

Sora is laughing at Niyaniya as she sits face to face with her table pinched.

Someone stood behind me, unaware. I came to that fact, and a small scream leaked out of the throat of the lady who looked back in a hurry.

"Would you please sit down?

With a strange sounding bass voice, the person who was exposed to questions that could not be answered no was a gorge with a monstrous face that burned down the human flavor in the fireworks.

She is forced to hold back and her shoulders complain of pain.

But the pain and other pain had not reached the head of the lady.

The lady gazes at the parchment that Sola pokes at.

I looked again at the written text and regretted that I had not seen it wrong.

"─ I hereby charge you with mixing poisonous wheat with imported rye..."

Whimpering the parchment text, the lady suffers from chills that strike her spine.

There are three town officials to be eliminated and three pieces of parchment to be poked at. Betray your coworkers, the word.

Even stupid dogs can guess.

If you don't dress your coworkers in wet clothes, you will feed yourself.

─ ─ Is this also why you tailored it to a devout believer?

Understanding Sola's scenario, the lady curses her own detours.

A devout believer uncovers the wrongs of a colleague.

It is a communion between devout believers.

I can't cry to the church if they force me to write a statement of accusation later.

Because I won't cover up the fact that I sold my followers to our own cuteness any more than I wrote the accusations.

The Church, which places the protection of the faithful on doctrine, will discern women.

"What do we do? Sell your coworkers or not?"

Sola lets me swing the parchment left or right for fun.

─ ─ Sell it or not. Write or not......

She was a woman forced to make two merciless choices and angry with tension, but she realizes it.

Giving the accusation statement evidentiary capacity requires proof that it was written by an official. You will press judgment with your fingers.

But unless they write accusations, the women are “devout believers”. It is the protected object of the Church.

I mean, it's far safer for the girls not to write accusations.

Besides, other officials would be suspicious if the interview was prolonged.

In other words, the best thing a woman should do is not write.

But there's also a problem.

If other officials are unaware of it.

─ ─ Grandpa Sesame seeds are likely to notice, but the others...

"... for a while, let me think"

The woman, who could not be sure, decided to buy her time without affirming that she would not write.

Sola shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm buying you. Will you make a wise decision?

Pushing in case, Sola glanced at Gorge.

"It's a hassle to be discussed with other officials, so show them to the other room."

The lady, whose arm was grabbed by Gorge, was gently passed into a separate room.

The lady claps at the speed of the response.

I was expecting to be kept in my room until I wrote the accusation for some reason.

Horrible, but at the same time horrible.

I guess it's because I grasp the disadvantages of increased interview time that I responded quickly.

─ ─ I don't want to prejudge our thoughts or our actions. He's a terrible, creepy kid.

Exhale the fatigue accumulated by extreme tension, sighing.

As the tension was lifted, anxiety brought my head.

Even while I'm doing this now, Sora is doing the devil's temptation in that mirrored room.

Excuse me.

There was no knock, and suddenly the door was pulled open.

The surprised lady turns to jump.

In the sight of the lady, Lulu, with the flamethrower, did not hesitate to step into the room.

"Master Sola gave me instructions."

As she walks over to the lady, Rhulu tells her in a high-pressure tone.

He wants me to show you to the special room.