Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

"Difficult, huh? Because the unemployed are overflowing?

Ask while the Marquis Beltze looks sorry.

But Sora shook her head.

"The unemployed are certainly a problem, but things are even more troublesome..."

Sora turned her masked face to the royal castle.

The Marquis of Beltze follows his gaze and frowns.

"I don't know, did His Majesty say anything to you?

"Don't get your hands on the Federation of Chambers of Commerce," he stabbed a nail in the distance.

The Marquis of Beltze meditates his eyes with a weak face.

He was the Marquis of Beltze, conceived with a sinister face, but he drew conclusions and sighed.

"Does Your Majesty think he can have a Federation of Chambers of Commerce?"

It would be a stomach to acquiesce to the rise of the Federation of Chambers of Commerce and feed it into the economic foundations of the nobles, as well as to set up centralisation against the weakened nobles.

The Marquis of Beltze rarely criticized the King, saying, for example, that the idea was too sweet.

But Sola has the same idea as the Marquis of Beltze.

Merchants work not to make the country better, but to make a profit.

Consciousness as a community belongs to the Chamber of Commerce, and the people outside it do not take it into account.

If it is in the interest of the good, it will not be tied to the country.

You won't be able to reuse them.

"This cannot be centralized. It only increases aristocratic dissatisfaction in mischief. … do you have any ideas"

The Marquis of Beltze tours his wisdom to see through the King's plans.

After a while of thinking, the conclusion has been to look ahead to Sora.

"How is Lord Sola going to deal with the Federation of Chambers of Commerce?

"Speaking of crushing, would the Marquis of Beltze please cooperate?

"... you know what?"

The Marquis of Beltze looked bitter, knowing what Sola was going to say.

Though far away, Sola has been stabbed with a nail by the king.

Alone it was difficult to defy.

In addition to his father, Count Kleinsert, Sola, who also trapped the Patriarch Reul, is even resented by the Congregation of the Church.

In addition, current Sola has no public track record on territorial operations.

Viscount Sola Kleinsert has been executed and the person here now is the unidentified young man, Count Sola Klein.

That is why Sola asked the Marquis of Beltze to cooperate.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help Lord Sola. Your Majesty's plan is still elusive. If you can make the Federation of Chambers of Commerce, you've never crossed it. Let me put my position on hold for a while."

"Okay."

As for Sola, it was the answer I expected.

─ ─ When this happens, do I have to deal with it alone?

Sora secretly builds a plan while trying to spot the King's thoughts early on and keep them rooted.

"Is this what it is today? Lord Sola, I want you to stay with me the same."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you"

The Marquis of Beltze broke off talking about his work and Sola also responded.

In an attempt to catch a breath, a doozy and footsteps approached me from the hallway as I reached for the teacup all together.

When I stole the face of the Marquis Belze wondering what it was, I was throwing my gaze at the door with a laid-back tired look.

"Lord Sola, can your sister pick it up by the end of the day?

"Yeah, I'm going to. It can take the form of an adopted child... is your sister's salon causing you any problems?

Anxious Sola asks, but is silently shown the door to the Marquis of Belze.

Then the door opened up vigorously without leaving it between, and someone jumped in.

Sora has a tight grin under her mask.

The person who jumped in was Sola's sister and ex-brother, Salon Kleinsert.

Did you just take a bath or just wear a pair of pants with your wet short hair intact?

He's puffy compared to kids his age, but he's a lot faster on the run.

You must have come after me from the bathroom, the maids with the dress and the towel in their hands letting me cut my breath and push me into the room.

But when I saw Marquis Belze and Sola, I rushed to stretch my spine and fix my attitude as a maid.

Most importantly, at a time when I allowed the salon I was caring for to enter the room naked, no matter how much I took care of it, it was useless.

The salon summons, not via the mood of the maids who look like they're about to cry.

"Why should I wear a dress when I'm a man? You idiot!"

He holds the cushion on the couch and throws it to the maids as the salon calls.

While delivering the sight of the cushion flying into sight, Sora shook her head powerless, hiding a slackened face similar to that of the Marquis of Beltze under her mask.

"Did you still get it wrong"

"He's a former nobleman's child, even though he was crushed. Well... I wouldn't even let you see it"

"... I'll paint and teach you later"

"Oh, I asked for it"

The specific words lie down and exchange opinions, align and sigh.

The salon, having finished throwing all the cushions, grabbed up the teacup and swayed it as the gagger aroused.

Sora grabs the salon's wrist instantly.

"Become, what are you doing, idiot! Let go, you idiot! You're being disrespectful, you big idiot who doesn't know I'm the heir to the Count Kleinsert family!

Salon rumbles around trying to escape and steps on Sola's feet.

─ ─ Wow, that's Little Pig's father.

Sora hallucinated the bond between her parents and children in her heart.

"You're telling me to let go, you don't understand the words, idiot! Weird face idiot!

What Salon's words are referring to is the mask that Sola is wearing.

Sora laughs niggly under the mask when she realizes she is.

"Oh, the salon's right, you look weird. It's funny, so I peeled it off."

Sola fingers the mask with one hand.

Salon's cry stopped.

He blinks his eyes and looks suspicious without understanding the meaning of Sora's words.

Sola speaks out in a polite tone to chew and include.

"The owner of this face is a tribal man living in the North Forest. I thought I was a very funny face. So tie it up so you can't resist and pepper the skin off your face with a knife."

"Hih!?

As Sora strokes the neck of the salon with one hand, a dry scream rises.

The Marquis of Beltze kept his mouth shut and was laughing.

Sora added a gesture to her crafty narrative and lied immersively.

The salon's face is bright blue.

"─ That's how I made this mask. Did you like the salon? You liked it, didn't you?

Approach and inquire until Sola attaches the mask to the nose tip of the salon.

Poor thing. The salon snorted desperately.

"Well, I'm glad you liked the salon, too. By the way, the salon looks unusual to a boy."

Sola strokes her forehead off the salon's cheek and says pleasantly.

The salon stiffens and lets his gaze wander in search of salvation.

Neither the Marquis of Beltze nor the maids were desperate to help anyone to indulge in laughter.

Struck by despair, Sola hands on both cheeks of a stunned faceted salon.

And he created a tranced voice and stabbed a stop.

"─ Can I peel your face?

That day, Sola planted a great deal of trauma in the salon, and she hated it thoughtfully.