Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Welcome words can be said from the Prince Wang entering the centre to the attendees of the party.

The only tough greeting was the first, and Prince Wang closed by saying that he would stop greeting early and enjoy himself freely.

Most of the young nobles who come to express their gratitude for inviting me to Prince Wang are still Viscounts.

In the kingdom, the noble children of more than the Count are taught to receive part of their parents' territory by being given the rank of Viscount in order to learn the Iloha of territorial management in the field.

The highest invitee to the party was Sola, the Earl.

Nor can we ignore Sola, next to Prince Wang, and the Viscounts of each house greet each other with a face in which various emotions are hidden. The abominable face of an ex-Church aristocrat, the gaze from above the arrogance of a wizard aristocrat, and the gaze from a neutral aristocrat to see a monster that may not be good enough.

No church congregation is the first to be comfortable with Sola, who created the cause of the collapse of the church faction. Although it developed from the Kleinsert territory of the former ecclesiastical congregation from the Wizard's point of view, Count Sola's territory still insults it as immature.

Magic is force in this world.

Church denominations used as weapons the number of believers and the location condition of concentrating on the hinterland to counter the wizards, but they have no power to unite and counter the wizards than the factions have disintegrated.

It was only natural for a wizard without a stooper to get along.

Prince Wang put Sola next door probably because he thought of making people from the wizards and churches greet each other one after the other to understand the map of forces within the kingdom.

Sola tilts a glass of lemonade to moisten her throat, which has dried with all her greetings.

The word that it's a party with no elements to enjoy pours into the stomach with the lemonade, and Sola looks at the variety of drinks.

There is also a wide variety of soft drinks, either because it is a party attended by a lot of young ladies.

I thought I could at least sell a new drink, but there's a wide variety of drinks available that I don't see a good way to get in, and Sora sighs.

At that time, Sola caught her blonde hair at the edge of her sight and turned to her face.

There was Baron Brian holding the red wine in one hand and the noble lady's hand in the other.

"Will Count Sola not be drunk?

Baron Brian looks at the glass of lemonade Sola holds in his hand and lets him try lifting his own wine glass lightly.

"I don't hate it, but now let's not. You think the predecessor Baron Brian is obsessed with winemaking? How about the wine of the predecessor Baron Brian compared to the wine of Wang Du?

"It's improved a little bit, but it's still not comparable to the sake gathered in Wang Du."

Let go of the lady's hand, which she was holding, and Baron Brian handed her an orange suede instead of his own.

Baron Brian peeks into the lady's face with care and speaks gently.

"Why don't you hit the wind a little at night? Summer night breezes are pleasant things."

Apparently he was embracing a lady who got drunk, and Baron Brian recommends a balcony to the lady.

She similarly got drunk, and when she saw several warrants out on the balcony with their relatives, the warrant smiled and nodded in relief.

Baron Brian whispers to the lady, "Shall we come?" and salutes Sola.

"Okay, Count Sola, we'll talk later."

"Oh, the balcony's dark, so watch your step."

Sola narrowed her eyes as she dropped off Baron Brian walking away escorting to make it easier for the lady to walk.

Chaff drinks up an apple liquor next to Sola looks at Baron Brian's back.

"Sir Sola, have you not now been admired by Baron Brian?

"Have you noticed Chaff?"

I don't remember Sola being stared at either because I have little interaction with the Baron Brian family.

Sora is forced to convince me that my father, Count Kleinsert, may be a jerk.

Prince Wang, who came to moisten his throat just like Sola, followed Chaff's gaze and stopped his eyes at Baron Brian.

"Baron Brian is always with a woman. Sir Sola and I are very different."

Prince Wang, who deliberately made herbal tea come in even though it was summer, starts drinking chickens to keep his tongue from burning.

"Sir Sola, I want you to come with me. There's someone I want you to meet."

Sola was alert to the trap of Prince Wang, but she looked up when she heard that the other side was already waiting.

"What's your opponent's name?

"A former church congregation of western aristocracy, the Marquis of Giestra. I can't be in this venue because of my age."

"Speaking of the Marquis of Giestra, it would be a heavy town of church denominations. You don't have a choice to come or say no to me."

Neither can we refuse an invitation from the Marquis of Giestra to bring together ecclesiastical nobility on the western side. It is difficult to even think about assassinating and inviting Sola through Prince Wang on purpose.

Sora has no choice but to meet.

Chaff turned to Prince Wang with a difficult face.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid of later if I trouble Lord Sola too much."

"I have to get Sir Sola in trouble to be afraid of the rest. It's time to be honest."

Speak up to one of the Kingsguards, whom Prince Wang is guarding, and call a guide.

Sounds like he was holding back in the hallway. In the short time leading up to the arrival of the conductor, he looked around the venue and Sola confirmed that no officials of the Marquis de Giestra were present.

At the same time, I recall the family composition of the Marquis de Giestra family.

"Say hello to Lord Sola, Marquis Giestra."

"Let me tell you something"

Sola, who was dropped off by Chaff and Prince Wang to leave the venue, looks only at her eyes, feeling the other presence with her gaze at herself.

"... Baron Brian"

Thora left the venue behind, wondering if she was still staring.

Feeling a nasty hunch, Sola walks down the hallway with a red carpet taken by the conductor.

The arrival hall was spacious. This cozy room is designed to keep you from feeling pressured up to one plate decorated on the shelf.

There are two people sitting at the edge of the room, at the window.

One is a grey-haired man in his fifties. Sitting in a rocking chair, reading the Bible. The stringless glasses just hung on my nose looked good on me.

Sitting face-to-face with a man is a brown-haired maid. I'm going to be paying attention to the long hair that reaches my hips while reflecting the light of the lamp and glowing brightly, but the white skin illuminated by the warm color light of the lamp is also slightly red and uplifting and colourful.

The lady raises her face from the messy fitting book she puts on her lap.

Father, Count Sola is here.

"Hmm. Count Sola, have you ever read the Bible?

A gray-haired man with clams and closed Bible looks at Sola.

"I read the whole street"

"What do you think about the repudiation of the wizard, which is also a doctrine, and his return to the world before the magical activation of the kill?

"Whoever can use it should, about regression, not be able to go back"

"Um, I agree"

As Sola rounded her eyes to the Church's heavy town's light admission of denial of doctrine, the grey-haired man, Marquis Giestra, put the Bible on his lap and put his glasses off on top of it.

"Count Sola doesn't catch a peek at your complexion, does she? His Royal Highness gave the answer."

Suddenly the Marquis of Giestra arms up.

"The ecclesiastical congregation has been disintegrated, but the future of the Marquis of Giestra has not been crushed. There is no reason to be distracted. Count Sola, Your Highness should be taught the art of examining the other's air and assembling conversations beforehand"

"Because that's not my job."

"I'd be in trouble if Count Sola didn't do it. Are we going to serve His Royal Highness?

"Not yet, I don't know how to fall"

Marquis Giestra frowns at Sola's reply.

"Did His Highness also get on with this story to draw Count Sola into his own formation? Well, sit down."

Across a period of silence, the Marquis of Giestra took a seat and advised him to sit instead.

Whether thinking from above or below the title, or considering differences such as practical experience, he could not sit in the seat in the form of taking the seat of Marquis Giestra, and Sola shook her head.

But Marquis Giestra grinned at Sola's refusal and spoke to the courtier who was still sitting.

"Mathier, Count Sola has chosen to stand, you stand too."

"Yes, Father"

Mattier, who stood up without a sound, praises Sola.

Though you're an unchanging daughter, Sola turns a blaming eye to the Marquis of Giestra.

Whether Sola's attitude is fresh, Marquis Giestra opens his mouth with a laugh of fun.

"It's good. I want Count Sola to show my daughter, Mathier, to the venue."

Nominated as escort, Sola had an inner teeth bite.

Also nestled by His Highness, Sola thinks on the escape route, but Marquis Giestra took the lead.

"His Royal Highness, of course, has contacted His Majesty and the Kingsguard who is in charge of security. Mind you, Count Sola."