Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

When he placed three flamethrowers in the stockpile warehouse and ordered them to be monitored, Sola walked out ahead of the guys.

"... So, what are you going to do?

Razette asked in anticipation of the time when there would be fewer people walking away from the warehouse. Sania and Rhulu come over intrigued.

I guess I count on Sora's wisdom, who has always cleaned up the difficulties.

I don't know. Chaff pinches his mouth with a strange face.

"Whatever you do, you'll have struck out the hand you can hit. We can only hope the firewood from the nearby villages is enough."

Sora nodded at Chaff's words as well.

"I can't produce firewood from a boulder where I don't have anything."

The only thing I can think of as a replacement for firewood is Ogarite, which I can't make because I don't have any ogres.

We don't produce coal or anything like that in Kleinsert territory, and we don't even hear about it being in neighboring territory.

Looking around idly wondering if there was anything to fuel, Sola caught her eye on the red-burning sea in the wake of the sunset.

Razettes smile at Sola, who stops her legs and sees them in the red sea.

They thought Sola was impressed by the first time they saw the ocean at sunset.

Trapped in the Lordship Hall all the time, the first outing is the King's Capital, the opposite of the sea.

The first bright red sea I've ever seen would burn hard on my memory.

But Sola has memories of her previous life. Some of them include the sea plains we've seen on Earth.

For that reason, I was thinking of something different from what they expected.

─ ─ After all, will the sea be the same? I don't mind if it's rainbow because it makes me sick.

Fortunately, the Razettes do not know the words of his heart that smash the atmosphere.

Sora, who had been observing the sea for a while, looked back at the razette as if she had come up with something.

"There were a couple of metal plates in the reconstruction materials, right?

Razette remembers as she leans her neck toward the question that Sola had spoken without context, which was supposed to be looking at the sea.

"You do. The loaded river ship must have arrived by now."

"Right. Then you can make it."

Sora laughs fun at Razette's answer.

Lulu immediately reacted when he heard he was going to make it.

"Make what?

Sora laughs at her as she shines her eyes, pointing her fingertips at the riverboat's garrison.

"─ I don't need firewood, Kamado."

Sora and the others walked out, playing in the footsteps of the reconstruction.

By that time, pedestrians were tenting outside the town.

He was kicked out of the inn where he heard a scene in the stockpile warehouse, and ate a gateway payment to the inns all over town.

Peg in with a gavel to prevent the tent from flying in the winter breeze while illuminating at hand with the lights of the fireworks.

As the sun set, the area darkened, and the men employed by the escort gathered a carefree air.

The delay in the arrival of the vessel that is asking for the transport of lumber is one of the reasons why this air is created.

The pedestrian, who tried to enter the tent after tension, looks up feeling he heard himself calling.

I saw one of the escorts inviting you.

He wants to talk to you.

"Talk? Who the hell is that?

She's a beautiful, creepy little girl who calls herself a double-headed doll.

When I approached him in surprise, one daughter appeared from behind the great tree in Miznara.

Even though the moonlight is also a slightly dark forest, her daughter's hair insists strongly on silver. Silver hair of noble colour by the time it was vibrant seemed to scatter white light while playing in the winter breeze.

An overly neat appearance only seemed proof that her daughter was a puppet moved by suspicious force, and the pedestrian trembled invisibly.

My daughter is pointing a smile at the merchant that is no different than for a moment as to what is a fun and floating grin.

"Nice to meet you, but please call me a double-headed doll."

Tilt your little neck with your hands behind your back.

With a grin that doesn't move at all.

It's just a grin, why is this creepy, too?

The pedestrian is a slim step.

"Hey, what's it like?

Forced to open his dry lips, the pedestrian asks his silver daughter.

My daughter tilted her neck in the opposite direction from earlier.

"Did you hear that? What can I do for you?"

I thought I said that in a tone that spoke to someone, and after a few moments, the silver daughter looks around strangely.

After a full view, the two hands joined each other so that the points of convergence had entered.

"Your doll was left behind. There's no way you're going to hear back."

Unfortunately, the constantly floated grin doesn't even shake a little.

The silver daughter regains her mind and turns that smile to the pedestrian.

"It was really a breath between jobs. But I thought I'd find someone who'd be very happy to mix it up."

The silver daughter puts her matching hands on one cheek.

"Would you like to join us?

A silver daughter in a light tone that invites her to play, with words that don't get the guidelines.

The pedestrian remembered an unspeakable fear.

Such anxiety dominates my mind, wondering if I could go back later if I heard her talk ahead.

Dampening his scabbed lips with his tongue tip, the pedestrian opens his mouth to turn down his silver daughter's suggestion. For a moment, a sharp voice rose from somewhere else.

"─ What are you!?

Whoever did this to the woods was a pedestrian escort.

The pedestrian, who understood it from his voice, turns his gaze in haste.

But there are two guards there who slowly began to fall.

Beyond it was a young man with glasses staring at the rest of the escort in the form of a sword swinging through him as he lay it on his sheath.

Instantly defeated his companions, the remaining five escorts lay down their weapons.

"Oh, my God, no!

"A thief. Do it."

Until the glasses man defeated all five men acting as his own escorts, the pedestrian had also forgotten to breathe and was enthralled.

Fighting against the backdrop of historical differences in power was even artistic.

Hit and deviate the side of the axe that comes toward you, inverting your body as it moves, and sticking the sword pattern into your opponent's dovetail.

Screw his left elbow into the face of the man who had waved the stick down from the side shortly afterwards, and distract the guard who was kicking the let go stick and watching how it went next to the pedestrian.

In the meantime, if the clasp of the sheath was removed and the sword swung through, the sheath ripped open with a sharp wind-cut sound, hitting the foot of one of the escorts.

Launch the jaw of the flinched escort with a sword pattern and watch him kick with his left leg.

To one who could not come with the early work of a permanent apart, he fainted with a fist without mistake.

The glasses man, who did not stop the movement and quickly ran into the merchant, grabbed his jaw and slammed him to the nearby Oki without the last escort having time to scream.

The man, who created the sight of seven fainted men falling in, looked at his silver daughter as she fixed the position of her eyeglasses with her index finger.

"Two-headed doll, it's time to leave. Because the next scene is far away."

"In the meantime, did you work for Baron Beltze? I'd like to play some more."

"No. And not the Baron, but the Marquis."

Untouched, turning to the pedestrian, he thanked him gently, as if he had not stood around earlier.

"Forget about us with her words. Otherwise... there will be blood next"

The pedestrian could not even utter words with his dry throat, and he snorted desperately many times.

"It's a shame, but you can't help it, can you? I'll see you again, pedestrian."

The silver daughter waved her hands small and left with the man with the glasses.

Later he was left with seven bent men who had passed out and a pedestrian who looked blue and sat down on the ground.