Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

On the day of the duel, Chaff Trinen took twenty Kingsguard elites to the squad field.

At the edge of the squad yard is a temporary audience, watched by Chaff's father, "Trinen in Piercing".

"Never lose when you hang on to our prestige"

I'm not going to lose with the chaff my father told me so.

The opponent has two lower Wang Metropolitan Guards than the Kingsguard, and a smaller number of thirteen, plus a shorter training time. At the end of the quote, it is the child of Count Kleinsert, synonymous with incompetence, who commands. There is no element to lose.

I even thought the focus would be on how quickly and how to achieve an overwhelming victory.

He also told the Kingsguards that he would compete in a rapid battle, which he did with leather armor and other light attire. He himself has a slightly shorter sword on his hips compared to the Kingsguard's long sword with similar equipment.

"Arrange"

Order briefly to line up the Kingsguards in two rows. Immediately siege and wipe out the guards that brought Sora, and Chaff himself stabs Sora with a stop. That's the kind of scenario.

"Sola Kleinsert has arrived"

The Marquis, who bought the courier and left, tells him.

One of the Kingsguards snorted.

"Didn't you run?"

"You must have come to beg for your life"

Laughter overflowed from the entire Kingsguard when another soldier pinched his mouth.

Don't insult your enemies.

When the Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard was embarrassed, Sola Kleinsert and the Wang Metropolitan Guard showed up at the practice field.

"... what are you doing?"

"They're throwing battles."

A shuddering voice leaked from the Kingsguard, and Chaff dyed his face red in anger.

"Sola Kleinsert! What the hell is that outfit?!?

Everyone but Gorge is not wearing protective gear other than a breastplate. I just added a thick small hand to even the gorge, which is the exception, plus I just think the weapon threw the battle if it were a wooden sword.

"Are you willing to make this Chaff Trinen a coward of weak abuses!?

I can also hear a derogatory mixed laugh from the audience.

Such a voice flushes wondering where the wind blows, and Sola pales down and gives instructions to the Wang Metropolitan Guard.

A formation that lines up two men on its own front and eleven men on its far front. Sola herself, a party to the duel, adds anger to this formation that sets the guards, who are not supposed to be related, high on the front line.

All the Kingsguards, on the other hand, held the long sword strongly.

"Lord Chaff, if you don't calm down, you will be swept under your feet. The enemy must have a plan. Those eyes are not the eyes of those who threw battle."

Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard complains to Chaff.

There is no turbidity in the eyes of the Guard. Pure struggle resides.

─ ─ Especially the red-haired monster in the center of the front row.

Deputy Kingsguard keeps an eye on Gorge.

A man like a prison guard out of a scorching hell can see his thirst for victory from that body. The temper to bring victory to your allies at all costs looms even to the Kingsguard.

"I guess they're holding some kind of weakness. It's tough."

"... No, the Guard probably got together admiring Sola Kleinsert"

Chaff denies deputy chief of Kingsguard speculation with a broken tooth.

There is a lot of circumstantial evidence in the speculation of the Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard, such as Count Kleinsert's reputation and the fact that Sola, who had not had an ally for a week, suddenly secured the soldier.

But Chaff sees an exchange between Gorge and Sola in the King's Capital.

But I still can't believe that's what Sora meant. I really suspect that I am watching Sora, who finally brings the soldier obtained into a dangerous place of duel with poor equipment and lines himself up in the rear safety zone.

Chaff was staring at Sola with a harsh face for that action that betrayed the trust of the soldiers.

In the special seat of the squad yard, the King and Prince Wang were comparing the soldiers on both sides.

"As a Kingsguard captain, how do you see Sola Kleinsert?

Ask the man behind whom the king stands looking bored.

"I don't think it's used for Kleinsert. It's morale. I was wondering if it was reasonable to see them as holding weaknesses."

"Hmm. As much as Beltze puts it at a glance. I don't think so, but I'm sure it's odd."

If the king gave his gaze to the king prince sitting next to him, he would have watched Nico and his demise.

You're in a good mood.

"I'm glad Sola Kleinsert didn't give up."

The king sighs at the king prince who says in a bounced voice.

Though oddly morale is high, it is clear that Sola has no winning eye.

Though the beholder may be ordered to stop at times of need, Sola may even die in this duel.

The king stared at Chaff and Prince Wang, saying that it was something that caused a troublesome noise at all.

Piercing Count Trinen narrows his eyes to identify the guards that Sola has brought.

Initially, the boulders rated it like any other nobleman that there was only one way to bring them into the National Army, but now they have revised it upwards for each of Sola's ratings.

When I look at Count Kleinsert on the side, he turns bright red on his face, angry, and cursing his real son with defilement. I can't stand hearing about the majesty of our home, the language of taking monsters, etc.

It must also sound like Sora being pointed at, but she is flushing it like a willow. Perhaps you are deliberately pissing me off.

For example, the Marquis of Beltze, at the edge of the audience, looks at the Solas with interest, although I wonder if it might be a spoken soldier around the Marquis of Beltze.

Count Trinen quietly approaches the Marquis of Beltze. A conspicuous aristocrat pays attention, but doesn't care.

"Marquis Beltze, can I see you next door?

"I don't mind."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Count Trinen lowers his back and looks at Sola and the others again.

There is a distance of just over forty meters between the front row led by Gorge and Sola with two soldiers, and it is clear that this is not a formation intended to cover the front row.

Now, I thought it would be a guerrilla squad, but I am anxious about mobility even when the seven-year-old Sola is incorporated.

Even with Sola Kleinsert, the escort will soon be crushed by the two of us.

"Which do you think the Marquis Beltze will win in this duel"

"It's like throwing a gold coin and discussing whether there's a table or a back."

"So, what, five minutes?

"Well. Lord Sola's thinking is nothing but bizarre."

Marquis of Beltze looking interesting.

He's called Crazy Beltze, etc., but he's top notch for using his head. Count Trinen vomited poisonously in his heart that there would be no such child that such a man could not read his thoughts.

"If Count Trinen is in Lord Sola's position, how do you move the soldiers?

"The difference in numbers will historically be a necessity for a rapid war. Concentrate the enemy's power, sacrifice it, but hold it back, and take the general's head with the widow."

Count Trinen, who answered without precipitation, reviews Sola's formation. But I can't read your thoughts.

The Marquis of Beltze mouths his thoughts as he strokes his jaw.

"I don't know that you would use odd manoeuvres about Lord Sola. I expect that wooden sword, or a glass bottle placed to hide behind it, has a trick, but I don't know what to do with it."

Count Trinen raises a single eyebrow at the words of the Marquis of Beltze.

My seven-year-old child was thought to be caught up in the oddity of tricks he set up with obscure knowledge.

It was at the same time that Count Trinen turned a blind eye to the practice field and the beholder began his mouth before the duel began.