Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Episode Five: Rules of Duel.

If it is the statement of the next king, it has extremely important significance.

Knowing it, the nobles and Sola immediately saw the present king.

If I could translate what Prince Wang, the next king, said, only the current king. But the king did not keep his mouth shut and slight.

He denied what Prince Wang said and hated it.

The adults who saw it watch over the three in question: Sola, Chaff and Prince Wang.

Prince Wang saw Sora and Chaff not returning a response and mistakenly assumed that the intention was not conveyed.

"If we give your names and recruit participants from the National Army, it will be a difference in power due to different expectations of each other. On top of that, you can command and fight the General with your own talent."

It is a lucid solution that I do not think is ten years old. Is it a technique of imperialism, or is it the genius of Prince Wang again? In any case, it cannot be overturned by Sola.

Running the duel over this period is synonymous with wasting the King's favor, as is selling a fight to the Royal Family to do it at the King's Birthday Celebration.

─ ─ Completely buried outside moat......!

Sora understands the situation. No, she quickly spins her head.

First, we have to take the odds of winning more than 50%.

The choice is made between the sons of “Trinen the Piercing” and “Kleinsert the Fat Pig”, the general who was told to put it on one or the other. It's definitely going to be an overwhelming difference in numbers.

"Your Highness, a ceiling should be placed on the number of people. The dead don't have to leave. If a National Army general is hit, a large number of injuries are expected. It's not where we want it to be."

Sola urges you to set a maximum number of people.

Prince Wang nodded immediately whether Sola was happy to have come on board.

"Okay. No more than twenty people."

When I turned my gaze to Chaff, he nodded in such a way that he seemed to have no objection and could afford it.

Naturally. It is the heir to the Count Trinen family, which is extremely popular with samurai. It's not hard to imagine a large number of generals coming up with names who want to follow that command about once. If you select exceptionally good samurai, you won't waver from the difference in strength of one soldier.

If Sola and Chaff make too many differences, they won't even have to fight a duel. Setting the number of people was where Chaff wanted them too.

Chaff opens his mouth next.

"What do you do about magic?

Sora was in a hurry inside. If magic can be used, there will be a huge difference in strategies that can be adopted between Sora, who knows no aggressive magic, and the Wujia chaff.

"Let's do no magic. It's not a good idea to hurt a general. Of course, using a weapon made using magic is no problem. Make the Admiral irresistible or surrender and you win."

Sora relieved herself of the words of Prince Wang.

"Who determines the irresistible state?

Chaff asks Prince Wang as he stares at Sola. Prince Wang looked around the venue when he roared small.

"I'll get a courier here."

Prince Wang looks back at the king.

"Do you mind if I use the squad yard?

"You can't do it right now. There are also personnel such as Wang Du's security. The duel will be about a month away."

Prince Wang gave a slightly unfortunate look to the King's reply, but he nodded honestly, seemingly aware that he was speaking my utmost.

"Then we will have a duel with Chaff Trinen and Sola Kleinsert in a month's time. Both sides, fight square and square."

Sora and Chaff thank you.

Prince Wang left the scene satisfactorily.

"I don't think it's a good idea to tell Count Kleinsert's house, but don't work backwards."

Chaff gives Sola his hand.

Sora opens her mouth as she grips back her big, thick, skinned hand.

"I said I would oversee territorial management, do you have prospects?

"Not yet. But I do more politics for the people than you do."

Sora sighed as she dropped off Chaff's back to stay away.

"... I'm not talking about it. There's no other way to win."

I burn even if I get my hands on it without any outlook. Count Kleinsert's territory is such a place.

It would be occidental for refugees to push to Count Trinen's territory.

"I don't have time to be dead like a duel. We need to figure out a way to win."

When I saw Prince Wang, the king almost took me away temporarily.

To observe from the King's atmosphere, Prince Wang will eat his eyeballs at inadvertent remarks.

When she deserved it, Sora put out her tongue in her heart.

I dare not, I try to speak to the soldiers guarding the venue, but they refused without putting in my hair. The soldier's gaze is directed straight at Chaff.

The celebration ended while they kept saying no.

I saw the gap and asked the Marquis of Beltze for a mouthpiece, but he said that it was difficult, and because the factions were different, they could not cooperate publicly.

Even the church denominations to which the Count Kleinsert family belongs are just not compatible with the faction. Among them, there are no fans of objects on the side of the infamous Count Kleinsert family in the National Army.

"Heavy towns of church congregations also seemed unexpected in this flow. Something was going on, but, hey, I guess I was going to lend myself a duel and be grateful."

The Marquis of Beltze shows the heavy town of the Church with his chin.

You should stop expecting the church congregation to have a mouthfeel for the national army. You won't be able to introduce a lot of talent, and it's not something you know what to ask for in gratitude.

"Exactly, as His Royal Highness put it, we have to do something with my talent"

"Don't be. Besides, I told His Majesty."

Marquis Berze, who scratches his cheek at Sola, who asks him what he said with his gaze, looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow, confesses with a broken tooth.

"The vessel is too big to fit with a deputy," he said.

Sola asked the Marquis of Beltze to excuse herself for not expecting this to happen.

"Don't hurdle me up"

I'm sorry.

The Marquis of Beltze apologized for the rash.