Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Over the past few days, Sola has been training with Gorge.

After the training, the muddy Sola is thrown into the bathroom by Razette. This flow has also become routine.

"As I said yesterday, please wash yourself."

Razette blurs with muddy clothes in her hands.

Sora pretended not to hear.

Finish washing your body, wipe your head with a towel, and enter the office.

The building where Sola and the others live belongs to the escaped town official, but it is now being used as a consular hall in time.

It had been destroyed quite badly, so it has not yet been renovated. There are not enough rooms, and the flamethrowers and others seem to be sleeping in the hall with miscellaneous fish.

Still, the office and reception room are in order as a matter of priority. Minimum functionality was provided.

The office just has a desk, a chair, a shelf to hold the paperwork, and no decorations.

Though I can't say I can afford the finances, I'd at least like to keep the artwork in the reception room, Sora always thinks.

I also have the opportunity to use my aristocratic look. Sola realized this past year.

Sora is currently rushing to build the Lordship Hall. The design philosophy of the Lordship Hall, which can be rowed to completion in the next few days, also firmly incorporated the noble-style spectacle.

Looking at the bundle of documents that had been placed on the desk, an outbreak of the plague had been reported.

"... you even left in the neighbouring village"

Sola lowers her hips to the chair and sees a big map of the Viscount Territory sticking to the wall.

Currently, an influx of refugees from Count territory had begun into the Viscount Territory.

If the number of refugees increases, the security and hygiene environment will deteriorate. The impact on finances is not foolish either, as many come rushing in dressed up.

Measures to prevent the plague are also being taken through thorough hand washing to disinfect alcohol by distilled liquor.

"We can't help it more than it happened. It's not something you can avoid because it's not nutritious."

While giving his opinion, Razette pours white water into a pottery cup.

Recently, Sola had a cold sensation in her hands and feet. It is my first sensation because I was far from cold before I was reborn.

As I warmed my hand in the cup and tried to turn the report, the office door was knocked.

Allowing him to enter the room, Rhulu, dressed in maid clothes, peered into his face. Rich breasts lift white aprons, which makes me quite happy.

"Lulu. You're only wearing maid clothes or white these days."

"Lazette, my sister is understaffed, so I'm gonna put her on."

When Sola looked at Razette sideways, she was quickly distracted.

- You pushed Lulu to work.

But it is true that we are understaffed. Separating it from the necessary evil, Sola decided to be static.

"So, what's up?

"Oh, it's a customer. Wooddora Chamber of Commerce and the village mayor of the example, and the use of the Marquis of Beltze"

"That combination... Kaoru Shirakaba material? I'll see you now."

Sora put the report on her desk and stood up.

Incense syracaba is now an important export of Viscount territory. The decision to keep the visitors involved in it waiting is not a good idea.

"I take care of you every time. Viscount Kleinsert has grown taller again."

Zend, the right-width Wood Dora chairman of commerce, grinned furiously as he rocked his outpouring belly.

A village chief sitting next to him is sweating cold to Zend's familiar tales.

As long as the Marquis of Beltze envoys are grinning bitterly, even when dealing with the Marquis of Beltze, Zend will deal with them at this distance.

Words alone are less disrespectful, but if you succeed in your attitude, you won't find it surprisingly offensive. Zend had a good heart.

They don't have the same character as the pedestrians there.

"Today, I wanted to introduce these two to Viscount Kleinsert. The edge of a man is property."

"Totally."

Sora smiled at the merchant when she and Zend met each other.

It's a beautiful word, but because it's a kind of word that changes meaning if the speaker becomes a merchant. They are the ones who sell off even their parents if it is profitable.

"So long, village chief"

Turn the water to the village chief with the kind of voice that Zend introduces the recommended product.

The mayor of the village, who looked at Zend in a creepy way just for a moment, turns to Sola and stands up.

And I bowed my head deeply.

"The Viscount installed it. In the timber trade, the village was saved. Thank you so much."

Rarely lit Sola turned away.

Find Razette smiling and turn her face around like she's in trouble.

Sora coughed deliberately to deceive, letting the village chief sit down.

"I don't want to thank you. You deserve to be a lord. Plus I started to recover ahead of another village or town. Ask them to help rebuild the entire Viscountry"

"Of course it is. I'll help you out as much as I can, citing the village."

"... you said that?

"─ Huh?

Sora laughed niggly.

When he raises his right hand, Razette quickly hands over a piece of paper.

Sola, who placed that paper on her desk, opens her mouth.

"Here, seafood that will be water-fried in Crossport will be incensed in the village before being exported to the territory of the Marquis of Beltze. Zend, do you have a sales channel?

"If it's food wholesale, there's a story."

"All right, as soon as the samples are complete, we'll ask for transport. Don't cry because you're understaffed, okay?

"Don't worry, our Chamber of Commerce has excellent people"

Leaving the village chief behind, the story instantly moves on.

If you went back to the village, it was confirmed that you would be pissed off by the villagers who are concerned with Kaoru Shirakaba wood construction day and night.

The village chief laughs powerlessly.

"Well, I've kept you waiting, but this is a messenger from the Marquis Beltze."

Zend, satisfied as he went through the whole story, introduces the Marquis of Beltze's envoy.

If it's an urgent project, you should start talking to yourself. With that in mind, Sora, who was behind him, shook hands with the messenger and listened.

"- I mean, we can't get enough of the syracabatic material to stop the craftsmen from connecting."

The messenger nodded at Sola, who summed up the story.

There are too many craftsmen to keep up with the supply of Syracuse wood alone.

"That being said, there is no other wood. So I'd like to help Viscount Kleinsert."

The messenger cut to the point.

Sola narrows her eyes and encourages her to continue.

"Specifically?

"We will send artisans in the name of helping to rebuild the Viscount Territory. Because times have changed."

Sola is now essentially a dispute between the neutral aristocracy, the ecclesiastical congregation and the wizard, who hold the full powers of the Viscountry.

Those who strongly criticize can be subjected to total attacks from the reverse faction.

It was a possible absurdity because it was the Marquis of Beltze, who is well known to be close to Sola.

Sola, who likes the measures of the Marquis of Beltze, pretends to think with her feet together.

"Dispatching artisans is helpful. It's a matter of eating because I'm going to use it for a little while..."

That's what Sora says, she streams and sees the messenger.

The messenger smiled bitterly and took out a piece of parchment.

"I will prepare groceries here. We will take care not to cause any inconvenience to Viscount Kleinsert, as this is a late alternative to providing coverage to craftsmen."

Sora sneers for fun.

I hallucinated the Marquis of Beltze, who laughed that the degree of demand was within my expectations.

The envoy was relieved inside that the deal was likely to be concluded safely.

Lord Sola was threatened by the Marquis of Beltze, saying that he was a devourer.

And he was also told:

It is only after leaving the Viscount Territory that I feel safe.

Sora's eyes are filled with a raptor's glow aimed at her prey.

The young Viscount spinned his words with a friendly grin.

By the way...