Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

"Yesterday today, we will have worked out enough plans to convince us. Something stupid like that!

A corner in the stockpile warehouse, a desk and chairs were brought in. There, several men were face-to-face, dawning in the deliberation of the news that had broken in early in the morning.

The news that the burn-faced soldier brought was Sola's invitation to have a place for discussion at the former town official's mansion.

"Isn't that just a child in the first place? Noon's daughter is bigger!

"Don't yell like that. Even if it rots, it's the Count's house. The quality of education is different from that of our common people. And I hear you're here to inherit Count Trinen's house. That's your job."

"That's why it hasn't been a day, has it? There are rumours that both chambers of commerce are calculating price increases for firewood. In fact, every chamber of commerce has a kid with a letter out and in. I don't think that's in the math either!?

Yesterday the representative man, who had a direct conversation with Sola, looked bitter on the scene of the dispute.

I want to yell at you right now and quiet the place down, but I can't.

The head of the vigilante has escaped with the official, so he's in a weak position.

The man also fits in the delegate because he rushed to the stockpile warehouse first, and because the town's leading players are holding each other hostage to the runaway, he doesn't mention a change in the delegate.

The time is already at lunch.

The recoil, which has been a cold meal for two consecutive meals since last night when the firewood shortage was discovered, or everyone is getting hot.

This will remain inconclusive for the time being.

Neither does the representative man think the Viscount would be angry that the conclusion was delayed because of the feeling of exchange of words.

But it is also true that firewood shortages are a problem to be solved as soon as possible.

Things are going on, even while we're at it.

I thought I'd at least say something, and when the representative man also had blood rising on his head, a man came abruptly to water him.

"Oh, you're doing it."

A child's voice, bright out of place, echoed in the warehouse with ease that broke into the cat's stare.

There is only one child who would come to this warehouse.

"Viscount Kleinsert!?

When someone screams its name, they both rush up from the chair and stand upright.

"The joke is tough..."

The representative man shrugged unexpectedly.

This warehouse is in the middle of enemy land, so to speak, for Sola and the others. If you get it badly, you can get slapped.

Though Sora looked around the warehouse with interest, only one escort accompanied her.

"I expected the discussion to be prolonged, but I didn't think it would be too late for lunch. Yeah, it's nothing. How are you gonna say that? If you're not happy with your meal, it'll make you angry."

Sola snorts cutely and over and over with one convincing face.

The leading men of the town who were fighting at the waist seem to lose their gaze.

The cheek of the representative man caught on to Sola, who quickly took it to his own pace, following a weakness on the other side from the appearance of poking an impression.

I think from the bottom of my heart that I don't want to turn to the enemy.

"Well, that's the kind of plug you guys have. We've got it in front of the warehouse. Follow me."

Sora just left the warehouse without hearing back from the leading men.

The Viscount asked her out in person. No one tells me to ignore it.

The atmosphere was swallowing in the first place and no one was uncomfortable going outside.

When I left the warehouse ahead of the representative man, an incredible sight was unfolding.

A familiar fish is boiled in a metal box and a pan suspended therein. Five of the devices were placed at constant distances.

There's...

"Why are vagabonds so..."

The representative man looked around at the miserable people surrounding the device.

Around ten floaters have gathered on the five devices and are handed plates.

Fire squads and vigilantes were guiding them, while distributing numbers to five devices.

Starting with the cook Cor, Razette, Sania and Rhulu take care of the pan hung from the device. Only one burn-faced man was in charge, and when he did, he was banging the fish for fun.

"What the hell is this...?

"... is cooking up for my inauguration."

Sora, who kept her back on the warehouse wall, laughs proudly at a successful prank.

It doesn't make sense to the townspeople why they cook up for their inauguration celebrations.

Though the purpose of Sola is popularity, there is no way that she can be questioned with an innocent grin.

Sola reaches out a small hand and shows the device at her fingertips.

"That says solar cooker. A little heating device allows you to heat the pan without the use of firewood. As long as the sun is out, we can use it all year round."

A solar cooker is a heating device that uses metal plates to reflect sunlight and heat objects.

A metal plate installed in the shape of a co reflects the sunlight to tie the focus and heat the pan placed there.

The principle is the same as burning black paper with worm glasses.

Heating takes time, but doesn't require any fuel.

"At least we'll be able to cut back a lot of firewood on our meals with that. More importantly, you can boil water in a solar cooker and make a hot tub."

Bronze plates required for solar cookers are expected to be imported from Count Trinen territory through Chaff.

Leading townships with subtle faces, like those found in Sola's description.

The only thing I know is that the firewood shortage has been solved in a way that is out of common sense.

When the price of firewood is raised, the customer is robbed by a solar cooker, so the Chamber of Commerce has to give up.

"As a result, solar cookers are placed in various parts of town under vigilante jurisdiction. I'll pay for the manufacturing, so it's not a good idea to take royalties, is it?

The representative man, laughed at by Sola, doubted his ears at the content of the words.

"Don't you take royalties?

"I won't take it. Shortage of firewood was caused by this handicap. And I didn't inherit the thickness of the skin on the side that made me start doing business from that pig's father."

The powerful send their gaze to the man in charge, having difficulty reacting to Sora's remarks.

The representative man walks over to Sola, frowning as he is pressed into a troublesome baton.

"I'm honestly delighted that we have a purpose in eliminating the firewood shortage. The stockpile warehouse should be handed over immediately."

Sora smiles bitterly at the representative man who bows his head deeply.

"Keep your head up. It's not gonna taste good."

Hearing Sora's blindfold, a laugh spilled from among the floaters who were gathering in the pan.

The representative man smiles bitterly and offers his hand.

"Think about it, we were doing a lot of hard work. I forgot to tell Viscount Kleinsert."

Sola looks surprised at the representative man for a moment, but gives her permission.

The man who represented him struck some deaf ears with the powerful.

Then they divide it up and pass it on to the vigilantes, who tell the floaters and the inhabitants of the town who were coming to watch over the situation.

The ear slapped turned away from his anxious face and looked amused.

Before Sora, who tilts her neck to see what happens, comes a representative man who seems to be ready.

In an unscrupulous but disturbing courtesy, the representative man spoke with the people of the town and uttered the words.

"─ Welcome to the harbour town of Crossport, where the blue of the sea and sky meet!