Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

The barracks of the Wangdu Guard were wooden bungalows.

Sounds good when it comes to fun, but it's more accurate to say it's old.

When I go inside, even the frigid stuff pierces my gaze like I see it.

Maybe the captain of the guard just responded. Because the only other place I could see the vice president.

However, the reply was no different from the others, even if we wished to cooperate.

I was distracted by the boulder, but my long stay is useless and I walk out with my back to the barracks.

"Twenty Chaff Trinen and one general against me, huh? You packed it."

It's not easy to fall off a flying corner, Sola looks out at the blue sky and scratches the back of her neck.

My head keeps making me work, but I never came up with a plan.

Something was noisy at the end of the road when I was foolish enough to think that even cats would be frightened if they stuck it on the shield and stormed it.

The crowd is full of roads and it seems difficult to get through.

"Is something wrong?

"I'll ask you"

Razette walked over to the crowd and asked the man who was on the outside what was going on.

"They say the Kingsguard plunged a fight into the Wang Metropolitan Guard on patrol."

"... Huh?

In short, it is an inner circle between the national armies.

I thought I'd bypass the road and go home, but the people who notice Sola crack to the left and right of the crowd. He avoided being obsessed by blocking the way of nobility.

There's no better way to detour than if you bothered to pave the way.

Fifteen Kingsguards and ten guards are confronted at the end of the second-hand divided road who are likely to start beating each other now.

The guards were all those with burns on their bodies. Sola realizes that half of them were the ones who changed the carriage last night.

"... you think ignoring that would make me less popular?

"... I think I'm going down"

I find a city acquaintance waving from the crowd while questioning Razette in a small voice, knowing that the escape route was blocked.

I walk over to the arguing Kingsguard and Guard, thinking it's a really bad day.

"What are you doing on such a round trip!

The squadrons look back at Sola in surprise at the scolding that went into the hall, which I don't think is seven years old.

But realizing that the child had spoken to him or no or the Kingsguard exposed his anger.

"Don't let the kid pinch your mouth!

"Don't tell me he's having a child-stained fight like I wouldn't do either."

I heard a crowd applaud when Sora said it back without even being frightened.

"Guards there, explain the situation."

Ignore what the Kingsguard is calling for and ask about the situation.

According to that, when the Kingsguard, who was in a hurry for something, turned the road, he hit a passerby and injured him.

A guard who witnessed the scene while patrolling the path of a Kingsguard who tried to escape as it were became an argument blocked and will continue to do so.

"What about the injured?

"... I get allowances in a private house nearby. You may also have broken ribs."

The guard answered Sora first, concerned about the safety of the injured, with a face that seemed unexpected.

I didn't think Count Kleinsert's children would care about the common people.

Sola looks at the Kingsguard.

It is a formal piece of equipment with a metal breastplate and shoulders that would have been aligned without threading on the gold and wearing caged hands, shavings, etc. Sometimes if you get hit at full speed, your biological human bones will break.

"Kingsguard, is this true?

"You don't care. That's not true! We're in a hurry!

"Because I'm going to see Chaff Trinen?

"─ Huh!?

When she saw the vernacular Kingsguard, Sola glanced over her shoulder as if she were stunned.

The reason the Kingsguards were in a hurry was because they found out Chaff Trinen was visiting the barracks and recruiting participants for the duel.

Sora was figuring it out exactly.

"I don't think that serious chunk would want to use something like you guys, but which way would you politely refuse if you wrote a petition with everyone on this scene? Give it up."

After seeing the Kingsguard with his even contemptuous eyes, Sora turns to the guard and instructs him to listen.

"If you can't beat the cost of treating the injured, tell him that the box of Kerns on the west side is coming to the drinker with a blonde with a mixture of redheads. Give me my name and I'll pay you without complaining."

"Er...?

Speak quickly to the bent guard.

Sora smiled at the crowd and waved goodbye, then quickly followed the scene.

The guards face each other by dropping off the razettes and escorts that follow Sola.

"Is that really Kleinsert's inheritance?

"Impossible. You switched them by some mistake, didn't you?

To a colleague who speaks voluntarily. Last night, the two men revamped Sola's carriage laughed bitterly.

"So I told you I was separate from the Count"

"Instead of being frightened of this identity, he asks me why I have to be frightened. It's not right, it's wrong."

The guards see their own style in the words.

After the burns all over his body, that ugly, tattered skin gives him the vicious impression of escaping just because the attentive weak saw it. This led to his demotion from the Wang Metropolitan Guard and his assignment to the Guard.

The burns were caused three years ago by a fire in King's Capital, precisely in Slam Street, outside King's Capital.

Residents of Wang capital are also scared by this burn, but this time it is obvious that the Kingsguard is bad.

The Kingsguard left the scene hatefully staring at the guards. You monster squad, I'm pissed off that I left you a throwaway dialogue, but the guard sank his anger to make sure he didn't cause any more trouble.

The crowd is also disbanded.

When the guards complete their patrol and return to the barracks, their colleagues, who had been drinking in their dishes, look back and tongue down at the fact that they had driven Sola away during the day.

"You're not getting discharged yet"

"The guards have a bad reputation because of you. One more time as punishment, come on patrol!

Catching an empty bottle of liquor to be thrown in the air, he placed it beside the hallway, and the squadrons pulled it up to the room.