Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Sora roared at Razette's report.

"Ugh. I mean, you're saying lumberjacks and churches are planning a lottery?

"It probably is. Am I interrupting?

Razette asks in an unmotivated voice. She was sitting in a chair, looking up at the ceiling, with a wet cloth in her eyes.

This is how I came to Sola's room on the second day of the five-day holiday, when I called it an emergency report. She is unmotivated from time to time because she is supposed to be off and she is constantly getting more and more relaxed.

Its appearance, so relaxed that it seemed to melt and disappear, was indefensible and extreme.

"Razette, I'm a man for once, too."

When Sora cautioned, Razette looked at Chirali and him,

"Say it in fifteen years"

And I wandered.

Whatever the contents are, it's impossible because I'm a two-year-old on the outside, but Sola has her pride as well. Even though I thought about attacking him first, it was still visible there to the body of a two-year-old, to encounter payback.

Did you feel pity for Sora, who bites into remorse, or Razette got rid of the wet cloth and corrected her posture.

"So, how do you interfere?

Because the lumber dealer is planning it, it's hard to buy up the ingredients like last time. Besides the fact that the lumberjack can't have bothered to sell the ingredients, I don't even know the type of wood to use.

Sora shook her head at Razette's question.

"I won't interfere. It's not profitable, and it's harmless. Instead, if Minan or your father's attention goes to the lumber dealer, you should be welcome."

Though I wondered if I would be able to use Razette somehow, Sola's realistic thinking determined the static view of things.

Sora stared abominably at Razette's face as soon as possible. He shifts his gaze from the window to the church without even trying to hide his displeasure.

"What bothers me is the firewood that the drifters are sigging in."

I don't want to freeze to death when I'm a homeless stray. But the firewood that can be crushed at that time is like twigs.

It is visible that collecting them cannot be made into lottery bills.

I don't know how to use it.

"You don't understand."

Razette also follows Sora twisting her neck.

Sora stared at the white walls of the church in the distance for a while, but turned to Razette as she had regained her mind.

"Is the investigation of the stray child progressing?

"I'm still investigating, I can't even stare at you for a day or there. It's a strict condition that stray children don't care if they're gone because they have strong lateral connections."

"I knew it."

Sola also expected connections between stray children.

There is no way the stray children, who are the weakest in the city, are not bound together. It is common sense in this world, where human rights do not exist, that if you are alone, you will be immediately fed by adults.

"But when it comes to Razette, the church seems to be using stray children."

"Well, there will be traitors in the loose tissues that the stray children create."

Razette says so naturally. Sora frowned when she heard that. Being betrayed by Minan, who taught the lottery, is new to memory.

"I hate traitors......

So it was irresistible for Sora to squirm.

"I'm desperate to live a stray child, too. If the Church takes its side, you won't have to starve."

"Hunger, huh?"

Sola has no starving experience. When I was in Japan and since I came here, I haven't had any difficulty with clothing and living.

"Right. Can't we just eat it?"

─ ─ Then just make it a world where you don't have to betray people to starve.

Whether it's called idealism or not, it's not called fantasy if you put the road on “realistic means”.

And Sola has that “realistic means” as knowledge.

"Idealism without fantasy is what you used to say."

"Is that it?

To Razette's inquiry, Sola shakes her head to the side and breaks the story off.

Idealism Without Fantasy is a phrase spoken by certain Americans.

"In the meantime, let me know when the lottery is sold"

Razette left the room when she understood. I guess I'm going down to the city again from now on.

In the room where no one was anymore, Sola cleared her ears by pretending to look out for a while.

"... no one seems to be coming"

Seeing as there is no one to come to the room, Sola sticks her hand into a pile of playing tools that she could have done in the corner of the room.

Wooden puzzles, building blocks, etc. roll, but they don't look like they cared either.

It was a wooden knife wrapped in a cloth full of joints that Sola, who was breaking down a pile of toys with her little hand, finally pulled away. The knife of the toy used in the deck was too big for a two-year-old Sola, so she was in the back.

When Sola took the cloth wrapping the toy knife, the letter was written on the back of the cloth. But I can't read anything but Sola.

"It's complicated, after all, for Japanese to be a cipher.... but convenient."

The cloth that Sola spread as she scratched her head was spelled Japanese. The servants think it's child-specific graffiti with no detachment. I feel there's something about Razette, but I ignore her if she goes deep and has more work to do.

There's a reason Sola doesn't correct the misunderstandings of the servants.

This cloth replaces Sola's notebook. It is also a substitute for excerpts of statements about magic scattered across various books.

Because nearly half of the people's fruits believe that the Church defines magic as' a technique that alters the world created by God ', the kind of magic book does not exist ostensibly in the territory. They're out back, but there's no way the church and the adhering Kleinsert family can get it.

─ ─ In the defense of the land, I don't think you will use magic, but don't listen to me. Are you avoiding the topic?

I really want to use magic. Sora looked into magic by reading through the books in the study from one end as a means of bitterness. I would have been fortunate if I had known any magical technical system.

If a real wizard heard of trying to acquire magic in this way, etc., he burst into laughter for a few days, rolled around the mountains for a few decades to indulge in laughter, and for a few years was tormented by remembrance laughter, a covenant to break his abs.

Yes, it is inherently a foolishness of a dream story.

"That's going to take a while. The activation method is vocalization...... maybe you mean chanting. And is it possible to activate the magic team? Can't you tell by the boulder how to write the text of the chant and the magic formation? It burns when it's a kitchen two tick. I knew I really wanted to say 'more than dusk'."

I pick up and organize a handful of information excitedly.

"Uh, what's next," Reaction Stone, "this?

Though Sola, who rounded out the description that seemed to be able to analogize the magical technical system, had read whether there was any overlooking in the remaining description, she frowned on the sentence that said 'Reactive Stone Usage'.

Once again, staring at the cloth as a whole, the description of the reactive stone was numerous. Thora has picked up texts mainly from church-related books, but because they are very important stones in the church, the descriptions have been misplaced everywhere.

"Something like that. Stone."

Except for the overlapping sentences, when we put together the remaining descriptions, we found that the reaction stone was a special stone that distinguished the wizard.

"You're persecuting a wizard, so a way has been developed to efficiently discern, and the result is this stone? It doesn't say how it works."

Apparently, when the wizard approaches, the reaction stone shines, but I don't see the key statement of how you're distinguishing the wizard from the average person.

"Find out how to mislead a reaction stone before you learn magic, or you'll be caught by the church, and you'll never cross a dangerous bridge."

All right, let's find out. So determined, Sola examines the difference between a wizard and an average person with a full smile that seems to be swinging if she has a tail.

"If I had a rat, I wouldn't be in this world with experimental animals, even though I could let them use magic and then dissect it to see what had changed."

He blurs black magical methods that the average person, as well as the wizard, hates furiously.

Even as the sun fell and the darkness of night and the light of the moon crept into the room, he kept looking into magic.

Until just before the hasty Razette and the blood-changing Minan jumped into the room one after the other.