Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Sora had left herself to the swing of the carriage as she watched the invitation.

"That's a hassle. There's nothing I can do about it."

Razette, who slept with her head in the carriage window, opens her thin eyes when she hears Sora whining.

"I think you should have said no. It's all the more so given our troublesome relationship to the Wang Capital."

"I'm sorry I let you hang out. I couldn't say no because of you."

Because Prince Wang planned a party where all the young aristocrats were gathered, Sola had to attend as well. Ten or twenty years from now, the opportunity to face each other with those who will be lords everywhere is invaluable.

The last time Sola and those her age gathered, the party was a birthday celebration when Prince Wang celebrated his tenth birthday. It's that party where Sora and Chaff started the duel for me.

I was thinking of returning the stigma at this party because I have the worst impression of Sola and Chaff if left alone.

The other worst impressed man, Chaff, was to meet at the venue because he was finally coming from the given Viscount Trinen territory.

"Besides, if you don't attend this party, you could be isolated in a noble society. It's with Razette who wants to avoid unnecessary trouble, right?

"That's right..."

After agreeing with his reluctant face, Razette began to sleep again, looking like he realized it was the same now that he was in Wang Du.

Thora thinks as she looks at the King's Capital at dusk seen through the window.

This party, which brings together all the young nobles, is a battle for Prince Wang.

As the Church faction virtually dissolved due to the legacy of its bishop, Reul, it is part of the faction development of the King Prince who seeks a rival faction to contain the wizards who have stretched their power.

Prince Wang, who recently visited Count Sola's territory, has told Sola about the plans of the faction that took in the southern and western nobles and has asked Sola to cooperate.

Sola made it conditional on the royal family's acknowledgment of Sania's marriage to herself, but it has ended in farewell.

For a nobleman who justifies his power by the history and tradition of the house, he said, allowing him to marry a discriminating beast could also deny his own legitimacy.

Thora thinks it's crap, but as a member of the kingdom aristocracy, she can hardly take it upon herself.

The territorial and house discretion is held by the owners of each house, who can poke at it with internal affairs interference, whether it be royal language, but it is the inhabitants who eat the price if Sola moves on her own to marry Sania and is excluded from the kingdom's nobility.

"... even with potatoes, the food problem hasn't been solved."

When I sighed, a carriage arrived at the party venue.

Sola gets off the carriage through the door that Gorge, who was your man, opened to me.

- Sir Sola, you're late.

When he was called and turned his eyes, there was a chaff riding himself out of the railing of the balcony upstairs.

Sora, responding with her hands gently raised, turns back to Razette and Gorge.

"I'm leaving at the same time as the meeting is closed, so stay with me."

"Okay."

Dropping off Razette and Gorge heading into the servant's holding room, Sora checks to see if the mask is off before stepping into the venue.

Masks come in handy all the time. Because no matter how troublesome you look, you won't be noticed as long as you fix your attitude.

When I showed him the invitation, he let me through.

If you look sideways at the carnations and the vases from which Iberis was born at the venue, the invitees are almost there. It was an impressive space that was a lot more gorgeous because it was full of young nobles.

Because it is not just a male aristocrat, female guests can also be seen. Even if I wasn't the next lord, there might have been a facial aspect of the lady.

Somewhat chilly, Sola looks around subtly.

Has Prince Wang taken root beforehand, the aristocracy of the south and west and the wizard nobility of the east and the aristocracy of the north have each been consolidated.

It's the Kingsguard that's hitting the guard. Many young people are placed at entrances and exits and windows, with the consideration of not breaking the gorgeous atmosphere of the venue.

I don't see Chaff, and Sola turns her attention to the veranda. Chaff was just about to return to the venue.

The ladies noted that Chaff was about to return from the veranda.

As the giddy chaff looks at Sola with the kind of eyes he seeks salvation, the ladies then chaff and move out.

If Prince Wang were to create a faction uniting the south and west, the Trinen family, the counts of the south and holding excellent force, would be one of the key elements of the faction. If it were to be the next heir to that Trinen family, it wouldn't be strange to have a house to think about spitting on.

Chaff, who is laughing and choosing a non-obvious word to return as troubled as she is surrounded by a courtier, has asked Sora many times for help with her gaze.

Looks more interesting to watch, Sola thinks, there was a walking figure to Chaff.

He's a familiar blonde. Seventeen or eight when I was old. The foot carriage looks elegant and relaxed, but walking is not so slow due to the length of the foot.

It doesn't give me any intimidation when I say it's one head bigger than Sola's, thanks to the gentle bitchy eyes and the crying under my right eye.

The blonde young man speaks from outside the group to the chaff surrounded by a courtier.

"Viscount Trinen, it's not good to keep the flowers to yourself. Count Sola has arrived, but don't you have to go say hello?

I look like Chaff relieved by the words of a blonde young man.

"Oh, Lord Sola has something to take care of. I wanted to say hello. I'm sorry, gentlemen, but we need another opportunity."

"Oh, you can't possibly be jealous of Count Sola."

The lady laughs quietly at the gently diverted and bewildered chaff.

But at some point the blonde young man who had come directly beside the warrant smiled slightly back and gazed, opening his mouth to block the lady's words.

"You're entangled like a snail. I remember the gardener saying it was hard to get rid of."

The gentle face and voice gave me unimaginable poison, and the lady's grin froze.

In the meantime, Chaff, pushed by a blonde young man on his back, escapes to Sola with a crawling body.

"Isn't it terrible to ignore, Lord Sola?"

"You seemed to enjoy watching it. What about that young man?

Sola looks at the blonde youth as she fishes her memories.

Leaving him poisoned, the blonde young man who skilfully followed the courtier as soon as he let Chaff escape was buried in flowers instead of chaff at some point. I hope I'm not suffocated from being entangled in a twat, but unlike Chaff, you won't have to worry.

A glance at the blonde young man as Chaff sees Sola with a disgruntled face.

"It's Baron Brian. My predecessors are hiding and snorting at winemaking."

When I heard Baron Brian, Sola finally remembered.

One of the southern aristocracies, formerly a regional luxury, is a wizard nobleman whose wine, diverse flowers and honey have a prestigious territory.

None of them interacted with the Count Kleinsert family, which was a church faction, but little by little merchants have begun to come and go since it became Count Sola's territory. Those who pick up the flowers to be sent to the opponent of their choice at the Flower Festival in Count Sola's territory were also beginning to come out little by little.

"... hey, does Baron Brian like women?

At first I wondered if he had become a substitute for Chaff, and Baron Brian was speaking with pleasure as he was surrounded by a courtier.

Chaff also looks delicate, apparently thinking of thanking him in anticipation of what he's been cutting up in the right place.

"- Sir Brian just likes to talk to women, I don't hear floating stories."

Unexpectedly he calls from behind, and Chaff looks back.

Sora looked back slowly, making sure quickly that the tip of her surrounding gaze was directed at the ladies around Baron Brian.

"Your Royal Highness, do not let the organisers of the party in insignificantly"

"Don't you think I'm looking forward to the look on everyone's face when they realize I was in the venue at some point?

"We couldn't take the time to welcome you into the venue, and everyone will look blue, right? what are you going to do by suddenly creating a burden on young nobles"

"Shall I take Sir Sola's mask to the conversation?"

Floating and answering, Prince Wang chuckled at Sola.

"Or will Sir Sola take up the place so they don't have to make a burden?

"I'd like you to stop trying to incorporate me into your faction."

"Sir Sola can't be connected."

Prince Wang shrugged his shoulders and walked out to the center of the venue. As he had to pass between Sola and Chaff, quickly pulling the two sleeves hard and letting them take a step forward, Prince Wang slapped the floor hard with his fingertips.

tons, and gaze gathers all over the venue in the footsteps of Prince Wang, who sounded pleasant.

Even with such a cool face as he had just come in, Prince Wang looked back at Sola and Chaff and closed one eye to show them.

Sola and Chaff had no choice but to cross their gazes and follow a little behind Prince Wang, realizing that they could see around them as they walked out from the perimeter to solidify both sides of Prince Wang because Prince Wang pulled their sleeves.

Prince Wang mutters small with a grin on his mouth so that only Sola can see him.

"Welcome to the faction, Lord Sola."

As he walked to the rear left of Prince Wang, who proceeded to the center, Sola tongued with her heart that she had been fitted.