Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Woodola Chamber of Commerce Chairman, Zend was staring at the letter in the chairman's office with confusion in the open.

A maid from the Kleinsert family gave it to him last night.

The rooms with early morning sunlight are well cleaned, and the relatively new buildings are clean at the same time.

The chirping of a little bird delighted at the arrival of the morning echoes the Chamber of Commerce. Zend looked out the window, sarcastically wondering if he would call that an idle bird.

Before the Chamber of Commerce there were muscular men wandering to say it was a winter morning. I know you're in the hands of a church congregation, but you're just there without roughing it up. But the barbaric signs emanating from just being there are putting pressure on him to keep his feet away.

It's been a long day and a long day.

"If you think so, serve him some tea."

Zend slowly looks back at the woman's voice hung from inside the room.

At some point there was a woman who closed the open door behind her back. She grins slightly as she sits back on the fine couch she bought when she was still winged well.

She funded Zend in setting up a shop in Wang Du, and now became the right arm of Zend with extremely high ability to operate and execute.

"If you let me drink it, it's over here. Give him a lot of bills."

"If Minan's gonna do it, I'm not gonna stop it."

"I don't like it. Something I'm not willing to die for yet."

Saying it was obvious, Minan flinched back on the couch.

I see an overwhelming confidence around her that hasn't changed since five years ago.

Even if the Wood Dora Chamber of Commerce loses its back shield, it can still be done in detail because the Chamber of Commerce people are encouraged by Minan's unwavering confidence. It should be noted that in adversity, even though many people were uncomfortable standing around arguably evil and cunning during their predecessors who would not give up, they reigned in this Chamber as strange and moodmakers.

She is like that, but lately she had a lot of difficult faces on boulders.

"So why did you call me?

Minan stares at Zend on the side.

She was summoned to a village in the vicinity of Wangdu, where she was negotiating directly, in an early horse.

Zend silently sent a letter to Minan, who said he wouldn't accept it unless it was good news.

"This letter came from the Kleinsert family last night"

"... you smell like trouble."

He picked the letter at his fingertips reluctantly, checking the back of the envelope and Minan opened his eyes.

"Ogarite paintings......?

It's a much poorer quality choice as a letter to the Chamber of Commerce, where Ogarite couldn't have sprained the funds to escape to Wang Du.

Take out the letter and read it. I just thought it said something nasty anyway, but at the same time I recognize the content and start reading the text seriously because I can't read a single word.

"It's not what that fat pig comes up with."

Zend nodded deeply at Minan's sentiments as well.

It was the same sentiment that promptly summoned Minan, who was a maid of honor at the Kleinsert family.

"Do you have a guy in the Kleinsert family who comes up with this and yet thinks about doing it?

"I'm here."

Strongly asserting, Minan flickers at the letter.

It's my successor, Sola Kleinsert.

"... after the joke"

Zend didn't seem to fit in.

Naturally, what the letter says is a plan that rounds up and chooses the information in which authenticity intersects and adjusts it so that the whole thing benefits after taking into account the position of each participant in the plan, while not establishing itself unless it reaches maximum benefit and speaking power.

It was a substitute that I could not propose without such a sense of balance, which I would use in my jaw while treating people as people.

Synonyms of incompetence, the inheritance of the fat pig Kleinsert family, can't come up with this.

"You must be the daughter with the bright brown hair who delivered this letter, right? His name is Razette."

Say as Minan has seen. The facts were told, and Zend roared.

"Razette is my junior. You must be on the side of the inheritance, and I'm pretty sure you are."

Minan stares at the letter and thinks of Sola.

I don't know how I grew up because I haven't seen two years old for the last time. I turn to Zend, thinking of his parents' faces, I can't expect him to look, but at least he hasn't changed much on the inside.

"I just have to get on with this suggestion. If it works, you'll get the back shield."

Minan persuades Zend that this is his last chance.

Even she once could be helped by the deceitful Sora had a stab in her chest, but if she makes the wrong choice here, the Wooddora Chamber of Commerce falls into unrepeatable.

"Brace your belly. This letter is definitely a hit."

With Minan's persuasion, Zend decides to ride Sola's proposal.

He had Minan deliver a letter to the Marquis of Beltze expressing his participation in the plan.

Marquis Berze, who received the letter, saw Sola drinking tea in the reception room.

Sola has been sitting in the morning at the residence of the Marquis of Beltze, a hostile faction and uppermost.

I thought I'd come from the front gate in grandeur and said, "Let's play" with an unusual face. Sora changed the atmosphere when she entered the reception room and brought the plan to the Marquis of Beltze.

This is ridiculous. It's not the content of the plan, but the very absurd presence of Sora who moved this into a thoughtful execution in a matter of days.

"You've got all the pawns you need for the plan."

When he saw the letter the Marquis of Beltze had, Sola smiled invincibly.

The Marquis of Beltze sits opposite Sola. It is a testament to our fraternity towards Sola that we are vacating the seat we are supposed to sit on.

"It's a marvel for us wizards to have you in the Church."

The Marquis of Beltze conveyed the true meaning without falsehood. Besides, Sola laughs bitterly.

"I intend to leave the Church. Your father thinks differently."

"I'd like you to leave as soon as possible to reassure me."

That's what the Marquis of Beltze said in a sigh mix.

"The president of the Wood Dora Chamber of Commerce is coming out to negotiate for himself."

I honestly don't think there's room for negotiation, but the Marquis of Beltze went on inside.

Participants are all aggrieved by the fact that they are stuck in their feathers.

The Marquis of Beltze is in crisis of devastation with forestry and the lumber processing industry.

Bankruptcy is only a matter of time because the Wood Dora Chamber of Commerce has no back shield.

Sola is a financial crisis in Kleinsert territory.

A plan that organizes and assembles the problems of the Trinity. If someone tries to make their own profit, they must always break the framework of the plan, and if they do, the plan itself will collapse.

There is no fool to waste until he is scorned by the other two.

"Apparently, we're all set."

Marquis Berze, who was immersed in thought, clears his ear to the voice of Sola.

Footsteps walking down the hall, and the door to the reception room was opened.

It was Wooddora's chairman of commerce, Zend, and his right-hand man, Minan, who represented him.

Sora turned her sharp gaze on Minan for only a moment, but quickly strayed away.

─ ─ I have to make use of the pawn I took.

Sora giggles inside.

Sora cut her mouth fire as she imagined the pig lord would clench his teeth.

"I'll review the plan"