Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Sola and Chaff were guided by the Kingsguard and walked down the hallway of the Royal Castle.

The Llu and the others have left it in the mansion of the Marquis of Beltze, and now only two of the nobles.

The stone corridor is wrapped in limp air despite its spring tips.

There were also fewer different shadows as we moved to the back.

This is our room.

A Kingsguard stops in front of the door and shows it by hand.

Sola looked around insignificantly.

─ ─ There are no people. Is it a less-used place?

The smell of trouble increased and Sora softened.

A Kingsguard knocks on the door.

The hard noise sounded short.

As we waited, the door would open from the inside.

The door was half-opened and the deputy chief of the Kingsguard turned up.

"Viscount Kleinsert, Dear Chaff Trinen, I have been waiting for you"

After a small meeting, the Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard invites Sola and the others inside.

As Sora stepped in, she confirmed the faces of the five waiting indoors.

The Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard is standing by the door.

In a rectangular room, a horizontal desk was placed.

The Marquis of Beltze, the Ten himself who called Sola, sits to the left of the desk.

Sola looks only at the Marquis of Beltze for a moment and sees the person sitting in front of herself.

─ ─ Why is there even His Majesty the King?

The king, with the window and the Kingsguard behind him, was observing Sora and Chaff as he carried the rays of the sun.

The confusion lasts for a moment, and Sora immediately takes a courtesy of her subordinates.

Chaff, however, apparently couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and stood up flashly.

"... Chaff, right in front of you. Thank you."

Seeing the likeness of Chaff at the edge of his sight, Sola calls in a small voice.

A hazy chaff moves in a hurry, but the hour is already slow.

The last person in the room stood up and yelled at Chaff loudly, which could even be described as a roar.

"What, that pitiful face!

Said it was a stone room, but so loud that Sola felt a shake on the back of her feet.

─ ─ Oh, I see...

Sola agrees while being objective.

I didn't have time to do my eyes, but I knew to associate words from characteristic voices and hear nobles with their pillows.

─ ─ Is this Grandpa the Earl of Siddlbar of the Active Volcano?

It was Sola who convinced one person.

At that time, Chaff, who received a heavy drink of active volcano, grabs his ear and greets him and hits Sola.

To Sola, who was thanking her subordinates, it was also a trivial event, and she couldn't support Chaff's body by helping with her physique differences.

As a result, both sides were out of balance, and Chaff's underlay made Sola a feather that could crumble to the floor.

Cold stone feel on cheeks.

Sora predicts the next future instantly and blocks her ears.

In Sola's sight there was the figure of the Marquis of Beltze, who, with his accustomed movements, remained faceless and did similar tricks.

"Chaff, how far are you going to expose yourself?

Yelling voices that can be heard more than enough even with ears blocked.

-It's in front of you. Somebody shut this old man up.

Sola looks to the Marquis of Beltze. Sure, I should have had eyes, but I was distracted.

Sighing inside, Sora elbows the chaff still motionless from above her back.

"It's time for you to step back. This outfit is too rude."

Chaff realizes who he is on top of and hurries to wake up his body.

Chaff apologized as he reached out to Sola and helped her get up.

"I'm sorry. Viscount Kleinsert"

Finally stomping the floor with two legs, Sola sees who stands behind the chaff.

He is an old man with gray hair.

I suppose it's over seventy, but my spine is straight and doesn't make me feel faded.

Red eyes, like lava, were large and had sharp eyes.

"... that it's Viscount Kleinsert?

Behind the chaff, Count Siddlbar jumped a single eyebrow.

Sora finds herself wondering if she's going to jump on fire.

Giroli, and Count Siddlbar, who shifted his gaze to Sola, observe as worthy.

"You're a fat pig child. They broke the chaff in a duel."

Count Siddlbar approaches high in footsteps and peeks into Sola's face.

Set aside for a few moments, Count Siddlbar suddenly eagled Sola's head.

"Take the eyes of a busty evil kid. I think it's cute when I was young in Beltze. You're gonna be a big shot."

─ ─ Praised...... No. Ironic?

The Earl of Siddlbar strokes Sora's head, bewildered in her chest, grinding and pressing.

"By the way, I'd like to ask Sir Sola something. What do you usually call Chaff?

"I don't care what you say, as you said earlier, to call your name away"

In the hand of Count Siddlbar, which was placed on Sola's head, was put into force.

─ ─ It hurts lightly. Was the call unsavory...?

The Earl of Siddlbar hoisted the end of his mouth, increasing the sharpness of his eyes.

"On the contrary, when Chaff calls you, how about?

"... Viscount Kleinsert, and..."

Sora's words were quenched by the eruption coming out of the mouth of the cut-open Earl of Siddlbar.

It's the earliest sound that can be called a voice.

Sola realized.

─ Oh, with this, did they guide you in the back?

If the facts are somewhat different, Sora will find out later.

Sola, who was nearby, could not hear the contents because she was an excessively huge voice.

Understand, however, in the words continued by the Earl of Siddlbar.

"Chaff, you're not going to call Lord Sola into other manners until what time! No way, it's been a year since I lost the duel, but I'm not on par with Sir Sola!?

Lifting both eyebrows, Count Siddlbar grabbed Chaff's collar up.

Brilliantly told the facts, Chaff's eyes swim.

I guess I guessed everything with Chaff's attitude.

The Earl of Siddlbar opens his mouth to the point where he is likely to be able to drink the chaff round, raising his voice.

"If you lose, you win. If you can't win, train yourself to win. If you still can't win, beg me to teach you to win. I'm not gonna tell you I forgot! I thought I told you until you cried!

It seems that shaking Chaff's head gushing did not stop Count Siddlbar's anger.

Lightly chaff on his shoulder, the Earl of Siddlbar opens the door and goes out into the hallway.

Flipping and pointing his body indoors, he bowed his head with Chaff in charge.

It was a strangely graceful move.

"I will train my wonder grandson to help His Majesty"

When Count Siddlbar put his hand on the door, it closed without sound.

"... grandson?

Sora looks indoors with a puzzled face.

There was the Marquis of Beltze rubbing his head with a tired face, and a king holding down his painful ears and clamping his face.

"Have you finally left..."

The king shrugged.