Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Three years have passed since the establishment of the Viscount Sola Kleinsert territory.

The reform progressed visibly.

Trade with the territory of the Marquis of Beltze was on track, and the nutritional status improved when vegetables from the territory of the Marquis of Beltze appeared together with the moisture of the inland villages making incensed wood.

Because there are always rivers used to unload wood in the villages where incense wood is made, they are prepared for famine and non-fishing, such as incense and stockpiling raw fish brought from seaside fishing villages.

The plague is also decreasing due to the use of distilled liquor for sterilization.

Built on land close to the sea, Viscount Sola Kleinsert produces goods using the technology that serves as Sola's financial resource.

High-pressure dense timber is produced by Sania and the Gorges Flame Squad, hidden in manufacturing methods.

Likewise, Rhulu has steadily increased Sola's fortune by farming pearls.

New technology alone is this number.

I was really anxious to encourage the manufacture of other large vessels that had been restricted, to revive the almost obsolete netting fishery with technical guidance from the aging nets, to wake up mailmasters who used lodgings and cooks everywhere as they were.

Sania and Rhulu, who had originally been forced to live a harsh life, worked fine in an effort to fall overworked due to the workload that Chaff, the advisor, had far exceeded his processing capacity.

"I don't get daughter-in-law from Kleinsert territory. I'll definitely be laid on my ass."

Chaff said he muttered while being done on the bed.

Some naturally rebelled against massive and sudden reforms.

For example, those who had local administration.

Count Kleinsert's breath was on them. They boycotted as a matter of course.

They thought Sora would have to cry and fall asleep just after the epistle without politics knowledgeable talent.

"If I'd worked honestly, I'd have meditated on my eyes for a while."

So I just have to be confused if Sora says that in a boring way.

In short, they were arrested instantly.

Sora smiles, piling up evidence of wrongdoing like a mountain they thought was a perfect cover.

"I borrowed a few from the Marquis of Beltze. You guys are used up. Do you want me to atone for my sins?"

They didn't feel alive. Turningly, Sola is the child of that Count Kleinsert.

"Forgive me. Just the execution, please!

Sora still doesn't break her smile against them crying and pleading.

"I'm not going to execute you. Corpses don't do anything."

They reassured me that they wouldn't dare to be killed. They glare at Sora hiding while vowing revenge.

Because Sola's face didn't have a merciful smile to forgive her sins, but a look on her face like an owner who would give a whip to a beast who wouldn't listen to orders.

"The sentence is for forced labour. Strip the bottom of the river in the Viscount."

Sora continues with an extraordinary smile.

"For the rest of my life."

They continue to work under duress two years later.

Other issues ranged from deviating from the wizard nobility, the church that did not rely on the spearheads of anger of the Church faithful who rebelled against trade with the Belgian territories, to introducing places and jobs to refugees who had fled Count Kleinsert territory after hearing rumours of Viscount territory boiling in the good economy.

But the inhabitants of the Viscount Reality felt a rapidly improving life, and no one would not admit that it was by the hands of a new lord.

Cooperative residents are increasing at an accelerated rate.

Sometimes the city with Sola's Hall had become a strange space where no one would feel uncomfortable having a wizard's workshop next to the church.

I have trouble without a church that has a role as a mutual aid organization. Even without a wizard, the production of goods is affected. The residents couldn't complain about either because they understood it.

The antagonistic chaos gradually takes its place in everyday life, beginning and ending with the emergence of wizards, etc. of Church believers.

Sora reopened what no one can pack to call culture.

In a city where such chaos has normalized, Sola's Hall is a wooden building that creates a calm atmosphere.

Sola's Hall, built using wood, is called the "Great Tree Hall” because of the huge Miznara trees that poke through the heavens in the garden.

Sora and her crew were in the conference room of the Great Tree Hall.

The aim is to discuss the veracity of some rumours with fellow citizens, except Zez, who are arriving late.

"─ So there was actually a murder in Count Kleinsert's territory?

Sora pokes her cheek cane at the conference desk.

I was sitting in my seat so uncomfortably that I didn't think I was ten.

Chaff nods.

"Though there is something strange about it, there is no doubt that anyone who has entered or left the Lordship Hall of Count Kleinsert for the last two and a half years will be killed or missing"

"Weird point?

Rhulu narrows his eyes and repeats.

"There have been no examples of Countess Kleinsert sightings since the same period. The frequent executions of servants of the Lords' Palace have also not been carried out for some time"

Chaff discloses information obtained via the Count Trinen family.

He was vulnerable to intelligence warfare, but Sola instructed him to conduct training to gather intelligence.

"The same was true of the information from the Marquis of Beltze. Two merchants headed for the Lords' Palace are missing."

When Sola checked the information, it smelled really bad.

"You're hiding something."

Everyone nodded when Sania concluded.

"The question is, what are you hiding?"

Sora moves on to the next rumor after instructing her to continue the investigation because she lacks information.

"About the Fireplace Bandits. Cole, report."

Cole, who was in suspicion of behavior due to nervousness, is called by name and stiff. If Sora prompted him again, he stood up naughty.

"Ya, according to the boarding booth union, the Fireplace Bandits have been suspended for the past year, and the offense is last seen in last winter's Sydney Bar fire."

"Where is Siddlebar?

Gorge replied that Sania tilts her neck at a place name she is unfamiliar with hearing.

"From the territory of the Marquis of Beltze, it is a large city in the territory of the Count of Siddlbar, located to the east and to the north from the territory of the Count of Trinen. From here, it takes a month on the horse. Stick around, big cousin."

Cole nods as he agrees.

"In fact, the Earl of Siddlbar has intercepted a few thieves in the Lords' Army."

"So you're suspended until most of it cools down."

"As far as the frequency of activity so far is concerned, it is rumored that it is time to extend to the next offense. There are no examples of suspicious groups sighting in Viscount Kleinsert territory."

When the report is over, Cole puts his hand on his chest and breathes.

He had been promoted by Sola's exclusive cook to union head of the boarding pavilion union, which manages the city's inn and restaurant.

Inns and restaurants are used by pedestrians. For pedestrians, there is frequent exchange of information because information everywhere is about money making and their own lives.

Inevitably, inns and restaurants gather information.

Cole's job is to gather and summarize that information, distribute it to stores, and make it easier for merchants to use it more accurately.

If you want to know the situation, go to Viscount Kleinsert territory, and it is beginning to be said among the pedestrians.

Thanks to this, Cole has more work to do.

"Okay, that's it for today. Get back to work. Report to Zez from Razette."

As Sora tried to mark the end of the meeting, a heavy door in the conference room was pushed open and Zez jumped in, wondering if she heard any rushing footsteps.

"It's getting late. Sorry!"

Zez, the meeting's over.

Sora says back in shock to Zez, who breathes on her shoulders.

"I knew it was over. I have one report. That's all you need to hear."

I laughed bitterly that I had no choice but to be in the conference room and urged ahead.

Zez opened his mouth in relief.

"There's another red tide."