Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

─ ─ I'll make you give up.

The words that popped into my ear rocked Ike's psyche with force and persuasion.

─ ─ Coming. The contender......

Ike looks up, aware of the unpleasant sweat on his forehead.

Against the background of a window where I could see rain falling, near Ike, Sola let her eyes shine like glass balls.

Ike's face on the glass balls had a sticky grin.

I think I should praise myself for being able to smile even in this situation, but my cheek muscles don't freeze and move.

It's all about prospects. Sola blinks her eyes and engraves a gruesome grin into Ike's memory.

"I want to show you something interesting," you wrote in your letter, didn't you?

Asked by Sora, who giggles, Ike lets his gaze wander.

There is nothing confusing in the reception room.

At that time, the door opened without sound.

"Looks like you're ready. Ike, follow me."

Sora urged Ike towards the door.

Ike rushes after Sola.

I go out into the hallway and look around left and right, but I don't see anyone who would have opened the door.

For some reason, a doll the size of a child that wasn't there when it came was also on the wall.

"What's up? Come quick."

Sora looks back and hurries Ike.

I'm going now, and the moment Ike returned the words, there was a chilling noise from the doll.

When I looked at the doll, I had glass balls and eyes.

─ ─ That doll, didn't you look at the window earlier...?

I felt something thin about eating differently from my memory, but I go after Sora's back thinking it was a mistake.

Walk down the hallway of the Great Tree Hall and continue further behind the grounds looking at the courtyard.

Mixed with the rain noise, I hear a familiar sound.

That's what I heard when I arrived at the Daiki Hall.

Is this the sound of a loom?

Although it was the sound that found out who it was, I don't see why it could be heard in the hall where the lord lives.

It was hard to think of what Sola wanted to show as a loom.

Within the surprise of Ike, the sound gradually becomes clearly audible.

It's close.

- Are you sure you want to show me the loom?

Sola walked out into the crossing that connects the Great Tree Hall to another building.

Ike also continues later, gazing into the building visible to the front.

The heavily stoned buildings can also be seen in the warehouse.

But it was too big for a warehouse.

The width of the wall is less than seventy meters, judging by the height, it would be two floors.

The windows just have some sorry lighting on the upstairs area, to prevent rain from entering or are now closed.

The sealed building, which can also be seen from the exterior, had emerged the confidentiality of the contents.

When Sola comes to the front of the building, she looks back at Ike.

An accidentally fallen thunder illuminated the surrounding area, creating a border between shadow and light during the moment.

Sola opens her mouth with her hands on a heavy door made of pressurized wood.

"What I saw in this is useless."

Sola's hand slowly opens the heavy door.

As the open dark entrance seemed to be the boundary between everyday and unusual, Ike drank Gokuri and Saliva.

Sora turns back to the entrance, laughing thinly as she enjoys Ike's reaction.

"No one will believe me where I said otherwise."

Drawn by whining words, Ike enters the building with Sola.

As soon as I entered, there was a wall and the stairs stretched to the left and right.

I guess it keeps them from peeking in through the entrance.

Sora starts climbing the stairs silently.

The rain noise outside was distant, instead it sounded critical, cataclysmic and strange.

There were mixed loom sounds, but there are far more heterogeneous types of sounds.

At the end of the climb through the stairs, a corridor was built in the form of a overlooking ground floor.

Sora puts her arms on the railing and laughs at Ike.

"Look down there."

Sola instructed me, and Ike looked down the ground floor from the railing.

Ike stared at the sight of weavers and figures filling the vast space moving in the dim darkness.

"I'm sorry it's dark. Because they don't need light."

Sora utters a cageless apology for her feelings.

Ike frowned.

Light removal windows are closed, and there are no candle lights.

As far as the people on the ground floor are concerned, there seems to be no obstacle to the work, but the sealing properties of the building go hand in hand, as if it were a prison.

It is not an environment that makes people work.

─ ─ Are you using slaves?

With that in mind, Ike stares downstairs.

Attention to the movement of looms and craftsmen moving regularly was uncomfortable.

─ ─ Fast... too fast.

Skilled artisans were also bright blue working speeds.

Instead of slavery, it is an unlikely work efficiency even for first-class craftsmen.

Ike looks down at every corner of the ground floor and checks individual movements.

Every loom was weaving cloth at unusual speeds.

─ Impossible. What's going on!?

In an attempt to worship the face of an artisan with divine speed hands, Ike stepped halfway out of the railing.

When the artisan's face appeared in his narrowed eyes, Ike was about to roll off the railing at risk.

"... to, doll"

With a welcome retreat, Ike pointed to the doll weaving the cloth.

A bunch of unintelligible dolls dressed in lips that snapped red, white powdered cheeks with vermilion, and moveable short-sleeved clothes.

He moves his hand alone and finishes the cloth, playing a critical and dissimilar sound.

As the dolls weave even the cloth while blurring the boundary between life and death, they stuck their first fear into Ike.

"─ What do you say, isn't that funny?

Sora smiles cold and tilts her little neck.

─ ─ Is there something funny, like this, like this...

Impossible, Ike denies even remembering his headache.

No matter how much it was in front of me, I couldn't believe it.

Ike, desperately looking for the ingredients to deny, finds out.

─ ─ Suppose there were people in there, what do you say?

The doll moving the loom on the ground floor is of equal size, with the exception of the head of the ceramic, which is not built enough for the child to get inside and move it.

Leading craftsmen escape barefoot, I care about that speed of weaving cloth, but I can explain it in a nutshell.

I saw who I was, and just before Ike had a grin, a squeaky, light noise approached me.

"- Oh, you distracted me and made me tea."

Ike's smile froze when he saw who Sora spoke with a grinning smile.

A doll dressed in a maid walks in with a basin with tea on it, checking vertically up, down, left and right.

With a wooden slab mounted in the middle of the wall on the scaffold, alternating white little feet from the hem of the maid's clothes and approaching the Ike.

A doll who stops alone beside Ike offers a basin.

The doll was small. Even babies don't come in.

"You'd be thirsty, wouldn't you?

Sora also receives Ike's share of tea from the doll and hands it over.

"Hey, Ike, do you still keep competing for cheap cloth?

Softly stroking the head of a doll dressed in made-up clothes, Sola asked Ike.

I don't know about tiredness, I don't need a drink, food, or even sleep. Don't complain, work day and night, don't get paid. By the way, weave cloth at a speed that skilled craftsmen don't deal with.

I can mass-produce cloth without spending labor.

You're gonna have a cheap competition with someone with a doll like that?

─ ─ That's impossible.

Ike, who received the tea, drank it up in one breath.

I couldn't even tell the taste.