Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

A book of nights descends on the king's capital.

But the light that wraps the king's capital does not fade.

The lights in the liquor stores and platoons where I would start working at night were coloring the night of Wang Du.

The Chamber of Commerce, with its calm feet, also turns on the lights in order to attract eye-catching guests.

As opposed to the air of such common people, the aristocratic neighbourhoods kept quiet.

There is a small mansion of Count Trinen at the edge of the aristocratic settlement.

With a dedicated stable and a small stable in partnership with the Chamber of Commerce dealing with horses in Wangdu, this mansion is a rare use of premises.

Chaff took care of his beloved horse and left the stable.

The number of stars floating in the night sky that I looked up is hardly enough.

─ ─ What's important is the heart, the goal,?

The words Sora uttered echoed in Chaff's head.

─ ─ The kind of guy who puts wet clothes on an official says something great.

Shake your head and truncate the big-time objection.

After Sola walks away, she recalls the question she put to Sania, who came back.

Why do you continue to work for Sora, a nobleman?

The answer was simple and clear.

"To help Sola achieve her goals"

It was the end of Sunia's nerve to ask what was natural.

─ ─ If the goal is justice, may I dress the official in wet clothes?

Chaff was confused.

He stood up in a maze of justice, evil, and thought.

To Chaff with a difficult face, Sania asked the other way around.

"In the first place, what is justice for Master Trinen? That even if the people starve, they can live with their breasts stretched out? Or wearing mud, but not starving the people?

Chaff couldn't answer.

He didn't expect the answer back. Sania opens her mouth as she starts prep gymnastics.

"Just the church and the wizard will divide the interpretation of justice. I don't like being hungry with such a vague object."

─ ─ Ambiguous objects, huh?

Chaff sighs.

Again, the stars I looked up were emitting a weak light.

I felt I understood just a little bit why what Sora said was important included goals, not just heart roots.

One or the other is not enough.

Justice, justice and chirping like a bird doesn't necessarily make the results any better.

Sure, bird singing is comfortable in your ears, but it doesn't produce anything.

So, the goal is important, Sola ran out.

The way you look at it changes the definition of justice.

For example, when evil saves a people, when justice kills a people, which one should we choose?

It's a problem where the answer doesn't exist.

Chaff scratched his hair and walked out.

The “justice” that I had ever spoken of seemed very thin.

"Master Chaff, are you going out?

A guard standing at the gate of the mansion looks at Chaff and frowns worryingly.

I guess it's because I don't have an escort.

"... some small group of thieves who were in the Marquis de Beltze territory have disappeared. There are also incidents of the Fire Bandits, so the night out..."

The guard, who tried to complain, is flanked by a colleague of his age who was also on assignment.

"Look, Master Chaff is about the same age, so when you have a confession to go out at night, hey...?

When he saw the chaff tilting his neck about what he was talking about, the escort grinned.

It was grossly similar to the grin that Sora floated while observing Sania's ears.

"It's okay, because I won't tell anyone. However, in case there is trouble, I will escort you from afar."

"... on your own"

I gave up understanding, and Chaff crept through the gate.

Choose streets with few people so that escorts can easily track them down.

I was in the mood being driven away by the glorious King's Capital air.

I mock myself for paranoid imaginations.

The mood stays sinking, the thoughts remain precipitating, and Chaff stops on his feet.

I couldn't find the significance of continuing my walk.

─ ─ Definition of justice I draw, goals to look forward to.

There can't even be an answer falling on the walkway.

Because it's something you should think about and put out.

Chaff looks back, trying to point his foot at the mansion.

"─ Yikes."

"Nah!?

Chaff was surprised that his daughter, who was right behind him, made a small scream and stepped away.

The distancing caused her daughter's entire body to get into her eyes, and Chaff regains his spare time and looks into the other person's face.

Surprisingly round eyes and gaze bumped.

You were trying to stop Chaff, or you're letting one of his hands, which he was raising half-height, wander away like he was in trouble.

Silver hair was bouncing in all directions because of the surprise and inadvertent movement.

"─ Surprised."

In a troubled tone, the silver-haired daughter smiled prankily at Chaff.

"I saw you in Crossport, didn't I, lost boy?