Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

When he sees Aloyrie's face, who reports that a user has come from Count Sola, Mathier puts his neck up.

"Aloyrie, is the use of Master Sola such a horrible person?

Mathier cares about the badly sunken face alloy.

Aloyrie shook her head without force.

"... I think you'll see"

Mathier also feels uneasy about the alloy of his voice so depressed that the air seems to precipitate him.

But it's rhetorical discourse, such as driving back the messenger because he's more afraid to meet than he promised Sola to help.

Besides, if he drove the messenger back, he would expose the matter of Sola's letter to the Marquis of Giestra and the Crown Prince, the father of Mathier.

With anxiety, Mathier orders Aloyrie to put the messenger through the room.

"Master Mathier is beautiful..."

Aloyrie abruptly praised Methier and went to call the messenger.

They say it's beautiful from time to time, but the experience praised by Aloyry, who is sidelined, can only count.

Mathier's question as to why he mentioned it at a time like this dissolved the moment he saw Sola's messenger put through the room.

"I'm from the Count Sola family, Scientist Lulu."

A beautiful daughter who introduces herself with short, blurry narratives, shakes her redhead crossed blonde hair and breaks her hips.

Metier sighed when she realized that Aloyrie's words earlier were not a compliment but a consolation.

There is no need for comfort. I don't think about it from the start, such as comparing myself to the beautiful daughter in front of me.

"Fourteen years, is it...... I have to convince you."

Mathier groans alone and spreads the letter he had prepared on his desk.

Twenty or more love sentences are a treasure for Metier, but I wouldn't hesitate to show them to anyone if I could see him.

Nevertheless, treasure is a treasure, a beautiful daughter who seems to inadvertently fall in love even from a same-sex Mathier cannot remain calm in her heart to take her love sentence.

"Is it vegetable paper? I can do this."

That's when he groaned, and Lulu had a heart-pounding grin.

The moment I saw Rhulu's grin, my heart bounced inside Mathier's chest.

"- What is it?

Ask Mathier if he noticed his gaze or if he was uncomfortable with Llu being watered.

"Yes, no, it's nothing."

Metier blushed her cheeks when she noticed that she was staring at Rhulu with her eyes off her love sentence.

Lew gives a voice to the flamethrower who was behind him as he frowned at Mathier's reaction.

"Put out the experimental instruments. Win total from new ones"

Roger that.

A flamethrower acting as Lulu's assistant in a fun way takes out beakers and alcohol lamps.

Lulu takes the experimental instrument at the window.

Llulu, who lit the alcohol lamp, puts something reddish brown in the beaker and hangs his love sentence in the beaker's mouth.

"What is that?

Mathier asks pointing to the contents of the beaker.

"- What?"

Mathier let his shoulders jump frighteningly at Rhulu, who turned his sharp gaze just to keep him out of the way.

As Mathier relented to the beating heart, Rhulu waved flickering at the flamethrower.

A gladly nodded flamethrower turned to Mathier.

"Let me explain instead. It's called iodine. It's a drug that was removed from seaweed."

Metier looks sideways at Rhulu, wondering if the earlier signal was a thing to ask for an explanation proxy.

Noticing himself sorry that he could not hear Lulu's voice, Mathier pinched his hot cheeks with his hands and chilled them.

The description of the Flamethrower continues.

"Iodine reacts to proteins. When you hit the letter with the iodine gas, you react with the protein left behind by the human who touched the letter, and the shape floats."

"Ta, tan......?

Mathier, who can't keep up with the story, sees Lulu at hand.

"- Oh, the letter's ⁉"

At Lulu's disposal, the letter had been exposed to iodine gases and discoloured.

"If you let it go a little bit, the iodine color will come out and back to normal, so you can read it again after time. Don't worry."

"Ho, that's true ⁉"

"Mr. Ryu seems experimental crazy, but I know how to fall in love, so it's okay. It seems dull to the person you're not seeing."

"Which one is it?

I couldn't wait to hear about Mathier, who was worried and worried. That didn't seem to be in her eyes, and Ryu smiled and smiled and delighted to expose her romance to the gases of iodine.

He doesn't even realize that Lulu is in love with a gardener half-opening his mouth outside the window.

Mattier's worries accelerate. But the feeling of wanting to see Ryu smile won more, and I can't speak up.

While doing so, Rhulu pulled the love sentence out of the iodine gas.

"I was worried about picking it up beautifully, but you look fine. Besides, this is going to be an easier job than I thought."

Lulu gives the flamethrower a love sentence and starts exposing another love sentence to iodine gases again.

Having received the love sentence exposed to iodine, the flamethrower began to examine the love sentence, for example by creating darkness with his hands. I have small worm glasses in my hand.

Taking his eyes off Rhulu, where his stubborn gaze will go, Mathier peeks into the love sentences the Flamethrower is looking into.

I could see oval spots everywhere.

"It's a finger trail."

Aloyrie peers into the love sentence just like Mathier sees the reddish brown spots and sees who she is.

If you ask me, it did look like a finger trail.

"Now you know what it is? Of course, you know how big your fingers are..."

It is also a glass shoe, and because of its size, it will not be possible to determine that it is in person.

The Flamethrower has shown his index finger as he grinned.

"They say wrinkles on your fingers, fingerprints, but this comes in different shapes from person to person. By the way, I have a hoof-like pattern of all my ten fingers."

The Firefighter's index finger had a wrinkle shaped like a horse's hoof leaning toward his right. This seems to be the hoof-like print.

Mathier looks at his right hand thumb. There are wrinkles lined up in circles like ripples on the water.

"What's this?

"Vortex."

Thus, the Flamethrower dropped his gaze on the love sentence and pointed to one fingerprint.

"I think this is Master Mathier's fingerprint. Maid, let me see your fingers. We need to identify the prints on the sender of the letter."

"Go ahead."

Expressing thanks to Aloyrie, who offered his hands wide open, the Flamethrower nodded most likely after examining them.

"Dear Mathier and the maid's thumbs are vortexed. Has anyone else touched the letter?

"Whatever the envelope is, it's just me and Aloyrie who touched the letter itself."

"Then it's settled."

The Flamethrower grins and points to the fingerprint attached to the bottom of the letter.

"It's a mark I held down with my left hand so that the paper doesn't slip off when I write a letter. This thumbprint would be interesting to see."

tonnes, and a slightly faint thumbprint indicated by the Flamethrower at his fingertips.

It was crucified.

- Pretty rare fingerprints.

If Mathier turned to a zombie voice like a nod stroked from his ear at his fingertips, Rhulu stood with another love sentence.

"I found a fingerprint attached when I held the paper down just like that. First, no doubt, the owner of that thumbprint is the sender of the love sentence"

Waving the letter flickering, Rhulu narrows his eyes.

"Come on, let's get you out of here before you drop that mess."