Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Three days after the fire broke out, there were times when there were no new incidents in Wangdu, and it was held up on the subject of demon fires.

Sometimes the ghetto burned them all down a few years ago, and I guess they're more sensitive to the fire itself.

Rumors of residents were coming to my ears because Sora had also been investigating from the early days.

Sania killer theories were also disseminated to the inhabitants of the Wang capital, but there are times when wizards living in demons deny them and they are not very supportive.

But what Sora attached more importance to was the presence of those who were circulating the Sania killer theory.

While picking up fragmentary information, we know that the servants of the Rock Salt aristocracy are spreading their stories at trading chambers and so on.

Spreading bad rumors is a commonly used hand, but I was concerned that the way it was done was too dodgy. For a trap set by incompetence enough to tail out to this extent, this fire case is in hand.

Somehow, we still haven't been able to identify where to buy dyed cloths and candles. The real killer should be carrying things quite carefully.

Only salvation is the gathering of testimony by the Flame Squad going well.

Sora sighs as she lines up her testimony in her head to think about her next hand.

Eventually, the voices of the invitees waiting to host the party are annoying and disturbing to think.

"- Not if you're here. You look like that."

A chaff with a cocktail stood next to Sola and said, dropping his voice so that he could not be heard around.

Sora throws her side at Chaff.

"You wouldn't know by the mask"

"Right. Let's correct it. I can't help it if I want to go home soon."

Sora grabs a tongue punch and pulls her strength out of her shoulder.

Being seen through by Chaff is nothing but obvious from anyone's eyes.

Chaff glanced around and opened his mouth to make sure no one was around.

"How's Sania doing?

"... it's decided I'm depressed"

Sora whines with a voice like a fierce fire swirling at the bottom of the word.

Chaff didn't move into the swordswallowing atmosphere Sola put out for only a moment, but a group of young aristocrats who were relatively close to him became quiet as they hit the water as if they felt something.

Chaff blames me with his gaze, and Sola shrugs her shoulders.

Chaff sighed.

"Naturally. For the sake of Sir Sola and the hard-working man who ran up from the stray to the side of the Count annoyed Sir Sola with one of his own."

"You know it for a chaff."

"Another extra word."

Chaff sighs again. I guess the same is true of Chaff for his hard work in this fire.

"This party is crowded with kingdom nobles. His Majesty will be attending later."

"If you're gonna set me up, you mean at this party?

"Probably."

Sola looks around the venue subtly to find Prince Wang.

"... what happened to Your Highness?

"They're entering the venue just before. It will be after all the invitees arrive"

Well, the corresponding sight of Sola showed Baron Brian and Mathier.

"Count Sola, how are you feeling?

Baron Brian asks with a friendly grin.

Sora shook her head silently to the side.

Well, Baron Brian, who gave it back briefly, urged Mattier beside him to look at something.

Mathier nods small and leaves one step forward.

"It's about the demon fire, but I was curious, so I did a little research"

"Miss Mathier?

I'm on your side in love.

Off his gaze from Mathier, who is intent on uplifting his cheeks, Sola looks at Baron Brian.

"Hold on tight, or you're gonna run wild."

"I'm going to be worthy of cutting the rudder before it falls to Nara. Why don't you listen to Mathier till the end?"

Remaining prompted by Baron Brian, Sola urges Mathier to continue his story.

Metier removed a piece of cloth from the pochette in anticipation of the moment the ambient gaze fell off.

"- Isn't this the dyed cloth that was falling on the scene?

Sola narrows her eyes when she sees the dyed cloth that Mathier took out.

Although not very detailed, the materials and shades are quite close. Unlike what was at the scene, the shade was clear because it was not all over the coal.

"Where did you get this?

"My father asked me about the characteristics. Later, I asked everyone gathered at a tea party hosted by my family, and they said it was probably a dyed cloth used only by the beasts in the east."

That's what Mathier says, putting the dyed cloth back in the pochette.

It would be quite courageous to bring to a party venue hosted by Prince Wang the dyed cloth used by only the discriminating beasts.

"Thank you, Miss Mathier."

Sola thanked him and glanced at Count Melovyn, who was in the venue.

But soon Baron Brian blocks Sola's gaze.

"We cannot find the real culprit more than what was purchased in the Wang Dynasty instead of the Wang Dynasty. But if this dyed cloth isn't being used in the south, it would be one of those testimonies to clear the innocence near you, wouldn't it?

As far as Sola knows, it's a cloth not used in the south. At least, if you're out in Count Sola's territory, you'll be in Sola's ear.

"I don't think there was anything like that in the trade through Guan. How's Chaff?

"I'll be sure to check with Yella, but not as far as I know. This is the first time I've ever known a cloth that only beasts use."

Chaff promised to get Yella to confirm it later.

Baron Brian, also a southern nobleman, said he had never known about dyed cloth.

"Apparently, traditional technology hasn't changed the way it's been dyed since the mythological era. Once upon a time, I thought the colour of the dyed cloth showed his belonging in the village of the Beast Man."

"I'm familiar with that."

"Baron Brian's territory has long been a flourishing land pattern for beekeeping. The beast man who can safely knock off a bee with a stick and take a nest is precious in our territory as a workforce. My house itself, I don't have much to think of the Beast Man"

I'm a heretic child, and while I laughed masochistically, Baron Brian's eyes were serious themselves.

"The way the demon cave fires are done is only despicable. But the aristocratic aristocracy, where beastly discrimination has taken root, will not think anything of it. That's embarrassing being the same nobleman."

"I agree. I thought I'd show you something in my eyes, but if I move now, I could smear mud on His Royal Highness Prince Wang's face. As long as there's no danger to Sania, we're gonna see how it goes."

Baron Brian nodded with a smile on Sola's answer.

Baron Brian offers his hand.

"Sir Sola thought he was a colder despicable man, but it seemed like a mistake. Can't you hope to be the same in the future?

"Whatever. Tell me if anything happens. I'm going to talk to you about love."

Sora skips a joke while answering Baron Brian's handshake.

To Sora's joke, Baron Brian returned a word "I don't think you need it," when he looked at Mathier sideways.

Sora shrugs her shoulders with Chaff as she dyes her cheeks delightfully and sees Mathier leaning against Baron Brian.

"Sounds like it."

When only a little bit of shoulder strength was lost, Prince Wang came into the venue as expected.

A visitor to the venue notices Prince Wang and shuts his mouth simultaneously.

"Guys, well gathered"

Prince Wang began to greet him as he stood on a high altar.

A greeting with light restraint on the situation in the east is concluded and the party is announced.

Sora was carefully exploring the movements of the Eastern nobility as she moved to greet the King Prince in turn from the Duke's house.

I know it's this party if I'm going to set something up, without Chaff having to tell me.

This party is full of kingdom nobles.

If it is to inflict mortal wounds on the southern western aristocratic faction, it is the best stage.

Following the greetings of the Duke's family, the Marquis, starting with the Marquis of Beltze and the Marquis of Giestra, heads to greet him.

Prior to Chaff, the Viscount, and Brian, the Baron, Sora, the Count, walks out under Prince Wang to greet him.

At the same time Count Melovyn moved out.

Neither Count Melovyn, an eastern nobleman who maintains his form as a faction, nor Sola, which is heavily used by Prince Wang, can be said to be larger as a rear shield.

Sola would obviously have an advantage if centralisation had taken place or if the southern western aristocratic faction had been completed, but now it does not fall into either category.

Sola had to slow down because in the period since taking the position of Count, the armament would rise to Count Melovyn.

However, it would be better to concede first to acknowledge the advantage of the other faction.

I see Sola in the face where Count Melovyn is nothing.

An obvious act of provocation, but Sola didn't even care and slowed her gait.

"Count Trinen, what is it?

Sola brings forth the king's most trusted warlord of the kingdom, Count Trinen, who is the same Count and has a position longer than Count Melovyn.

Count Melovyn's leg stopped.

Earl Trinen glances at Sola and walks out toward Prince Wang.

"Chaff, you come too"

"Yes, Father"

Chaff follows Count Trinen under Prince Wang.

Sora is not the only one heavily used by Prince Wang. Therefore, it does not have to be Sola who greets you first.

"That's bad," Chuff muttered to Sora.

The order of greetings is fundamental from those whose titles are above them, and if they are the same, the order is replaced by the degree of influence, practical experience and contribution to the kingdom of the faction.

I mean, it's more honorable as a nobleman to greet you first.

Sola, who was not even slightly interested in the honor of the nobility, smiled heartily at Chaff's words.

It doesn't hurt or itch for Sola to try to get Chaff above Sola because of his importance within the faction of southern western aristocracy.

But I did not miss Count Melovyn flaunting his face for a moment when he took the fall in greeting him as a faction.

The Earl of Melovyn walks over to Sola, who immediately returns to the soot face.

"Count Sola Klein, please go ahead"

"Thank you"

Sora observed Count Melovyn as she responded with a good young man's tone.

I wondered why I gave in at this time.

Regardless, there is also a flow in the order of greetings.

The Count Trinen family, of which the closest to Chaff is Sola, belongs to the same faction as Chaff, along with being the Count.

Speaking from the flow, the next time I say hello is definitely in Sola.

But I was wondering if Count Melovyn would leave forcefully.

I wonder if there's anything else yet, and Sola is surprised, but Trinen's father and son greeting ends before she gives an answer.

Sola had no choice but to walk under Prince Wang.

"Your Highness, I am delighted to invite you"

"Yeah. Is Sir Sola alone? How's your sister's salon?

"I am delighted with my longtime King's Capital and I am tired of playing and ill"

"Well, I'll have it delivered at a later date."

Sola is reluctant to accept Prince Wang's offer.

This exchange is also incompatible with the nobles of the venue. Now is the time to take advantage of the opportunity to appeal to the strength of the relationship.

After finishing his greeting, Sola leaves behind Prince Wang and gives way to Count Melovyn.

I was wary of setting something up, but contrary to my expectations, Count Melovyn had ended up greeting me with no obstacle.

Sora approaches Chaff.

Count Trinen put his arms together next to Chaff.

"Sir Sola, that was a good decision"

"Sorry to bother you"

"Never mind. I speak with the Marquis of Beltze and my father-in-law a little. Thank you. The Eastern aristocracy moves stink. Too quiet."

It is the active volcano that Count Trinen admires with his father-in-law, Count Siddlbar.

The most important figures of the Southern aristocracy speak on so many steps that no one can approach them first.

But Sola was finding a moving figure one foot away.

"The Marquis de Giestra seems to have the same idea."

I see the Marquis of Beltze and the Marquis of Giestra, who are finishing their greetings first, speaking with an ostensibly soothing air.

It turns out that the Marquis of Beltze has some kind of exchange of information for Sola, who has been with him for a long time.

Earl Trinen nods quietly.

"Later, I have to pick up His Majesty the King. Then me and the Marquis Belze, my father-in-law, can't move. As a faction, you are closer to your majesty."

"Well, suppose there's a trick,"

"Mm-hmm. I don't know what the Eastern guys still think about killing their breath, but if they're going to set it up, it'll be after His Majesty's admission"

The East sets it up at a stage when the King's faction's power has become scarce.

Count Trinen looks to the Count of Siddlbar and walks out to the Marquis of Beltze.

"Sir Sola, the Melovyn guy is an aristocratic nobleman. You may be angry, but don't be angry. If you present your interests, you can negotiate."

"Counseling, painful"

Sola thanked Count Trinen and dropped him off.

With the addition of Baron Brian and Mathier, who have finished their greetings, the greetings by the nobles to the King Prince end inconclusively.

The Eastern aristocracy set in motion when the Sora and the others, dressed up so as not to be enlightened, dropped off the backs of the Counts of Trinen, who would pick up the king.