Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Chaff stood still.

The movements of Sola and the Flame Squad, which took place without a meeting, are repeated over and over again in the back of the brain.

Judgment that leaps into the center of the stare as a third force, not on the residential side or on the pedestrian side.

The courage to order swords to be drawn to attract attention and to nab swords among those who set up weapons to show that they are harmless.

The loyalty of his subordinates, who follow without any slight doubt, and the power of control behind it.

Chaff squeaks when none of it is something he has.

─ ─ Is there such a difference?

Chaff had been beaten down by the difference in strength to the overwhelming show.

An escort attached by Count Trinen grudgingly tongued at Chaff, who was unable to move as Sora stared back at the pedestrian walking towards the stockpile warehouse.

"Young lady, shouldn't you go?

"Oh, oh... right"

─ ─ What are you in love with? You knew there was a difference.

Take a deep breath not to be understood.

Refreshed, Chaff carved a small walk toward Sola in order to speak with representatives of the residential side together.

My legs felt heavy all the time.

A while later, a man emerged from the stockpile warehouse with his head shaved up.

Bad reviews I guess I couldn't handle Sora's response in the flying Count Kleinsert house unhindered.

There is no hand in not riding because we are going to discuss and resolve what is not strange to be eliminated by force.

The man gives an unfamiliar thank you in front of Sola and Chaff.

"Viscount Kleinsert, first of all, I apologize for the noise. I have a life here, too. So if you hear that firewood is sold off, you can't overlook it. The building was solidified by the vigilante."

Thora pulled her jaw to the man who said he wasn't going to dawn the stockpile warehouse, even as he bowed his head.

"I know. I'm not going to punish you."

Even though it was not Sola who appointed the official who signed the contract, it can only be seen as a transfer of responsibility to the residents.

Sora admitted that she was very uncomfortable and chose the way to proceed constructively.

But I guess it was an unexpected reaction to a man knowing the reputation of the Count Kleinsert family, his gaze was swimming a little.

With a bitter smile on it, Sora continues.

"The contract is absolute. Sell firewood to pedestrians. I want you to understand this, even if it's impossible. I have already run my men to a nearby village to buy substitute firewood"

When we tell them that we are moving to secure firewood to get past the winter, the residents whisper to each other as much as they are true and false.

It's an incredible early start for anyone who knows the Count Kleinsert family.

The representative frowned in surprise at the suggestion.

"... that's a lot faster to deal with"

"Originally, we were going to give priority to securing materials for reconstruction. Nevertheless, it is far more than delayed in informing and causing mischievous confusion...... Better yet, I said vigilante, are you the commander of the regiment?

While observing a group in front of the warehouse named the vigilante, Sora asked the representative man.

I see no one with a substitute large enough to be called armed. Although it is true that you can use it as a weapon, it is basically a tool of life, much like a knife.

If I had a sword, that would be troublesome, so I don't mind.

However, depending on the number of people, Sola made her plan to pull out a few and incorporate them into the flame squad, slowly raising them as lords.

The representative man follows Sola's gaze with his eyebrows in eight letters.

"I am the representative. The captain, right, the..."

Sora glances back at the man clouding her words as she doesn't want to say, tilting her neck to encourage her to continue. Chaff looked surprised next door.

When the man sighed small as he gave up, he confessed.

"The captain fled with the town official..."

of the regiment to which I belong, and the scandal that the top escapes, the man's voice became so small as to later.

Sora and Chaff face each other with their mouths half-opened. We looked at each other's expressions and understood that it was not a mistake to hear them, and looked to heaven all together.

"Viscount Kleinsert, what is happening to this land?"

"I want to know. Damn, he always does too..."

You're having a hard time too, and when Sora spoke to the man in the rep, she smiled back weakly.

The man coughs and returns to the conversation.

"Now the neighboring villages also meet by the time they make preserved food made from incense, and I don't think enough firewood will be collected. We can't give the warehouse away until we have a physical or at least a plan that we can rest assured of."

Though the tension had been relieved for a few minutes after touching Sora's personality, the representative man conveys his demands painfully. There is a line that cannot be given away as a representative of the inhabitants.

Sora liked the attitude of the man who tried to do his job, albeit at first.

"I understand your request. As soon as you're ready, let's use it. Until then, I don't mind occupying the warehouse, but if I can get my hands on what's inside, I'm in trouble. Let me keep an eye on you."

Sora points back. Fished and the man raised his gaze and looked in trouble.

Sora's fingertips were lined with fierce facial flames.

If you were watched over by that, you wouldn't have the courage to bring out the warehouse stuff or anything.

It was too disproportionate to have a Viscount like the girl standing in front of you, but if you look back at the dominant movement you saw earlier, you can see how you are building a strong relationship of trust.

Even if I refuse to do so, I can see that it will be monitored far away.

Because of this, even though the negotiations are likely to settle without delay, there is no point in bothering to offend me.

But scary things are scary.

The man in the rep had no choice but to accept, though he thought there would be a lot of sickness.

"All right, let's start with negotiations."

The vigilante shrugged as Sora smiled and offered her hand in search of a handshake.

The representative man responds to the handshake. I think once again of the heavy responsibility borne by the boy in front of me for the feel of my little hand, and I worry from the bottom of my heart.

I was wondering if I would be squashed.

"Then we withdraw."

The representative man smiled when he saw the ministers welcoming the boy nobility who turned back on his heels with trusted eyes and said that he was worried.