Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

A strangely dressed young man was walking down the boulevard in the morning of Wang Du.

Wearing calm shades of clothing tailored with fine fabrics, sometimes peeking skin is full of white, meticulous and youthful luminosity.

I made the people around me understand that elegant behavior is aristocratic at a glance.

That's why it was weird.

Because young people are wearing masks.

A simple white painted mask with no eyes, nose or mouth, just two holes drilled to ensure vision, covers up any of the youth's qualities and facial expressions.

The raccoon's design with leaves on his head, depicted only on the part that hits his cheek, represents the youth's humanity.

He had two left and right masks on his hips, raising a different mask.

Go on through the aristocratic city without sound.

Eventually, the young man stops.

In front of me was the residence of the Marquis of Beltze.

"Welcome, there you are"

The deacon of the Marquis of Beltze carefully broke his hip.

"My husband is waiting inside."

Deacon invites youth in.

A young man creeping through the gate looked back at the main street and waved his hands small.

The butler also turns to the boulevard and makes him gracefully thankful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for escorting the guests of my Marquis Belze family“ in secret ”.

A young man and a butler left for the building with an extra leg.

Then various men appeared from all over the boulevard to see what was going on.

It doesn't look like a serene atmosphere, such as a sharp man with a light eye or a big man who seems accustomed to rough things.

After they dropped off the young man and the butler's back, they beat up a wall close to them regrettably.

The young man who entered the mansion clasped his shoulders against the butler.

"You still have a good personality. Well, it was annoying to be attached all the time, so my chest was soothed."

"Oh, it's supposed to be the first time we meet?

"Really, good personality"

Salarily returned by the butler, the young man leaked a laugh from under his mask.

Don't stop your leg, head to the reception room.

The servants tilted their necks when they saw the youth's style, but when they heard their voices, they immediately realized who they were.

The youth and butler step into the reception room, smiling at the servants.

In the room the Marquis of Beltze had already relaxed herbal tea in one hand.

Marquis Beltze, who placed the cup on the table, smiled when he saw the masked youth.

"Lord Sola, you've kept me waiting a long time."

The masked young man, Sola, bows down across the street from the Marquis of Beltze in a gracious manner.

"Before I set up the king's capital, I greeted His Majesty."

"I see, but so is Sir Sola, but His Majesty is also a bad man. My liver got cold when I heard he was going to be executed."

Just that it's no longer a joke, the Marquis of Beltze laughs frankly.

"I went to the castle every day to protest until Sir Chaff and other active volcanoes yelled at me. Now Kleinsert... No, you were in Count Sola's territory, you should be there"

"You're going to have a headache right now about what kind of complaints you'll complain about when you see him"

Sora tries to scratch her cheeks like she's in trouble, she's inhibited by a mask and she forgets.

The Marquis of Beltze looked interesting at a series of motions.

"You'll complain, but you'll have to take it spoiled. Thanks to Lord Chaff's help, each of the sons and daughters could not move."

If you are also the son of Trinen the Pierce, few will advance and turn to the enemy.

The descendants of the same generation were silenced, as were the church congregations and the wizards.

But in Chaff, you can't hold up more houses than the Count.

As Sola pointed out, the Marquis of Beltze laughed.

"Sir Chaff should be guarding the facility in Count Sola territory by now. You should thank me when we meet over there."

To the words of the Marquis Belze, Sola nodded.

I have a sense of annoyance for the people.

Sora laughed bitterly in the mask as she kept her head down lately.

"Your new name was Sola Klein. You didn't think to turn your family name into Sola?

"If you make it your family name, you won't be able to call the Marquis of Beltze Lord Sola anymore"

"Don't use strange social dictionaries. I get itchy."

The Marquis of Beltze returns the words as if they were frightened.

Since Sola is wearing a mask, she shouldn't even know if she's serious or lying from the Marquis Belze, but she must have seen it through thanks to a long relationship.

"To tell the truth, I thought it would be better for the people to keep their names. Because efforts to maintain the current situation, which is popular, will help to rebuild the former Count Territory."

"Sure. Should there be as little room as possible for suspicion that it might be someone else?"

Marquis Beltze was convinced, he nodded.

The ravages on the old Count's side are terrible.

Large amounts of support supplies have been sent from the former Viscountry side, and various chambers of commerce have entered, but the situation is that water is in the burning stone.

The Marquis of Beltze arms up and tells Sola the situation.

"At the very least, I wish Sir Sola's ministerial corps would have continued to take command of the reconstruction..."

"There was a risk of assassination and abduction, so he was instructed to hide himself."

"I know. I have received reports that those from other territories have entered Count Sola's territory."

They have information behind them that a bounty has been put on.

Sora shook her head.

"The bounty will be demanding on boulders. I guess it's just a lot of attention."

Lord Sola is on the road. Be careful.

Thanking the Marquis of Beltze for the attention he hangs, Sola opens her mouth as she remembers.

"What do you think of the Marquis of Beltze about Zira's Federation of Chambers of Commerce?

The Marquis of Beltze gave a bitter face to the topic brought up by Sola.

And I assure you clearly.

It's dangerous and it should be crushed.

The Marquis of Beltze puts his hands together and puts his jaw on.

A sharp eye is what you see when dealing with critical issues.

"Sir Sola, clearly, the matter of the Federation of Chambers of Commerce puts every house at risk regardless of faction. Because if you keep expanding the business zone and you hold people, you won't be able to reach them. Hit your hands early."

Sora inhaled deeply and spit out quietly.

Sola, who made air between them, opens her mouth heavily.

"That's what made it harder."