Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

The audience was noisy in a tremendous madness.

I can't help it.

Synonym for incompetence, the child of Count Kleinsert the fat pig flirted with the succession of the fierce generals, Count Trinen the Piercing, and at the end of the day he threw it away and won, as he ignored the physique difference.

Many people can't believe what happened in front of them and rub their eyes.

Count Kleinsert had doubled in the hustle and bustle.

Looking sideways at him like that, the Marquis of Beltze could not honestly rejoice because of the presence of Count Trinen next door.

Count Trinen, with his mouth tied to a single letter, combines his arms and exhales heavily.

"Marquis of Beltze, did you know who prepared the glass bottle and wooden weapon used by Sola Kleinsert?

"If you know you're not convinced, Lord Sola."

"... is it possible for you to tell me how to manufacture that weapon?

The Marquis of Beltze raises a single eyebrow and puzzles lightly on the table.

Count Trinen stared at Sola with thin eyes.

"It is up to Lord Sola to judge. I can't tell you."

"Can I have your mouth?

The Marquis of Beltze, stranded in reply, looks up to the blue sky.

Count Trinen thinks that Sola is the puppet of the Marquis Belze, and he thinks he will crack his mouth about how to manufacture a weapon with a single will of the Marquis Belze.

You won't believe it if the Marquis of Beltze denies it.

"Until you get to the negotiating table, we'll do something about it."

The result is a round thrown shape at Sola. I just hope you solve your misunderstandings well.

Whenever Sola is suspected of being behind the scenes, it is not a matter of knowing what kind of trouble she will have.

Count Trinen nods one and shows Sola with his jaw.

"I didn't even move the fine dust to get my sword waved down in front of me. If the soldiers used are monsters, the guy who uses them is a monster. I guess it was the aim from the beginning to get in time and poke at the void, but does that want to die?"

"If you see winning muscles, you don't make wasted moves, let's just say"

"What does that mean?

Lord Sola's for sale.

Count Trinen exhaled in a grumpy manner to the Marquis of Beltze, who let him flaunt his shoulders.

He also finished transporting the injured, and Sora and Chaff knelt down against the king, side by side in the center. The Marquis of Beltze digs up his memories, realizing who he is and peeling his eyes, having learned a sense of ready-to-see on the side of Sola, which he saw at that moment.

"Marquis Beltze, what have you done?

Marquis Beltze hesitates to open his mouth to Count Trinen, who inquires in surprise about his condition.

"... I ask you, what is the demand if Lord Sola wins?

Earl Trinen opens his mouth gently. That's a rare look.

"What are you going to demand"

Even if the Earl of Trinen asks, the Marquis of Beltze can't possibly know.

"Ask Lord Sola."

There is no other word for this, but I was stared sharply at by Count Trinen, who left the Marquis of Beltze to be mistaken for a mastermind.

Please, don't be unscrupulous, I was the Marquis of Beltze wishing for my little friend.

Sola had no reason to know such wishes or anything, and had received all the praise of form from the king.

Sora had a delightful look on her face, knowing more than once that she was not well thought of by the King because she crushed the face of Chaff, the next Earl of Trinen.

The king, who sees it through experience, praises it with bitter thoughts and promises to give the Viscount his place as per prior arrangements.

"Sola Kleinsert, if you have a request as a winner, you can say it here."

While tongue-in-cheek in his heart, the king urged.

I intend to make demands that I be good if I intend to speak to Count Trinen territory.

"Let us now exercise the right of the winner..."

"Sora, wait!

It was his father, Count Kleinsert, who blocked the words of Sola, who took a tough gaze from the king with a loving laugh and nearly said floating.

"If you want, I have a good idea for Nong. Hey, come on."

The victor says it's Sola, but the nobles around him look at that attitude that tries to sidestep his rights.

But Sola said it away without looking back.

"I don't like it."

"... what?

The Count ceases to believe in unexpected disobedience.

Sora was smiling. It was a thin laugh containing malice that crushed cockroaches haunted by traps with a lot of sadism.

"With the authority of the winner, I invite Chaff Trinen to Viscount Sola Kleinsert's territory as my advisor"

Count Kleinsert was taken aback without understanding Sora's words.

But not the other nobles. I was distracted because I understood.

It was just before the start of the duel that the Viscount decided to be recited. I mean, Sola hasn't been instructed by anyone.

Sola's demands could be inferred to have been derived by him himself. The head-turning nobility was still distracted.

Among those with clear brains, the two kings and Count Trinen could not stop their faces from sticking together for their own reasons.

Sora's demands are also tantamount to telling him to send Chaff over to the hostages.

Only shape is a declaration that lets you lay down good governance enough that you have no problem accepting Chaff's demands, and there is no room to pinch your mouth on the chaff on the losing side more than you are using the authority of the winner.

A king can dismiss it. But it will crush the face of Count Trinen, one of the kingdom's best warlords, to make this demand overlap with Chaff's.

Their thoughts were unanimous.

- The little raccoon!

Thora remained smiling thinly, even as she was shot out of the sight of the king and the fierce general with even the intention to kill her.

Sora is not willing to take Chaff hostage. The real purpose of this request is to put others in the position of advisors.

Sola's enemies have not changed since five years ago.

Sola launched her first direct attack against the enemy.

- I'll take part of Count Kleinsert's territory, Father Pork!