Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

When Sola arrived at the Marquis de Giestra residence, Metier appeared right at the doorstep, apparently ready to wait.

She was a beautiful daughter even in the light of day. When Mathier lays his hands on the sun like a blind eye and creates a shadow in his blue eyes, even a servant can gently wear a wide hat.

Sora got in the carriage first and offered her hand.

Sola, who put Mathier in the carriage, counts the servants who went out to drop him off. With thirteen servants behind their backs, the mid twenties made-up of the scabbard was bowing his head.

One servant move. I can tell it's very graceful and well educated. Though a fallout in the disintegration of the Church, that's the Marquis.

However, even minus the fact that it is the Marquis, there are somewhat more than thirteen servants in the drop off.

Sora explores the seats for signs of a Metier sitting next to her.

Matthier seems to be a boxed daughter to observe the apparently nervous appearance of Matthier and the worries of the servant in the drop-off from his irresistible expression, the look of a maid or deacon spying on him from inside the Marquis's residence in Giestra.

I must have attended yesterday's party halfway because I was anxious not to have an escort role at the same time blocking Sora's escape.

Metier opened her eyes as she was surprised as the flamethrower, an escort, tried to close the carriage door.

Seeing Metier's reaction, he thinks he was scared, as usual. Flamethrower bows his head.

But Mathier didn't seem surprised by the appearance of the flames squad.

"-Flame Squad, right?

Metier puts her hand on Sola's lap and embarks herself on the carriage door. It's an unprotected outfit where Metier exposed his nod and back right in front of Sola.

The faces of the servants who were outside the carriage blued when they saw the mathier of a certain posture in the noble lady.

But Metier ignored the servants' reactions and took the messy fitting book out of the pochette once he pulled his body.

And when Mathier rode himself out in the form of getting over Sola's knee again, he offered the Flamethrower a book he had just taken out.

"We've heard all the rumors. Of course, I saw the play. Could I have your name on this script?

The Flamethrower is confused compared to the book and Sola offered to Mathier, who is shining his eyes.

Sola peeps sideways at the servants' reactions. Deacon with a blue face who thought he bought a maid so shy that a fire seemed to come out of his face or Sora's unhappiness, the reaction is not a favorable one. But only one floating young maid looked pitifully at Mathier.

Sora turned her gaze back and looked in front of her. Mathier is crawling on all sides, with Mathier's hips in front of Sola's chest.

Sola, not interested in her untailed hips, calmly observes how Mathier is doing.

Around Chaff would panic. Even in his posture, Sola, not interested in Mathier, looks over the situation extremely calmly.

There was a slight discomfort.

But it's not good for Metier, or Sola, to keep this posture going for a long time.

Without grasping the identity of the discomfort, Sola speaks to Mathier.

"Miss Mathier, if it's the name of the Flame Squad, if you'll lend me your script, I'll let you write it right away. I want you to pull more than that."

As Sola pointed me out and I started and realized, Mathier panicked and pulled his body back and sat in his seat.

The script received from Mathier was, as expected, that of the "Flame Squad", often played in the theatre of Wang Du. Where the hell did you get it?

"Please turn this script around to Gorge. You can write the names of all the Flamethrowers in circles behind the script."

Roger that.

The flamethrower, who received the script from Sola, closed the carriage door and walked towards the podium where Gorge would sit, relieved.

Lightning up, or Mathier is turning away from the Flamethrower.

In anticipation of the time the moving carriage left the grounds of the Marquis de Giestra residence, Sola gives a voice to Mathier.

"Do you like the play?

"Yeah, I often go to the theater while I'm in Wang Du. He was also in the king's capital during the duel riots of Viscount Sola Kleinsert. Although His Royal Highness Prince Wang's birthday party was ill and absent."

"Was I? Did you also see the Flame Squad play in Wang Du?

When Sola asked, Mathier shook his head.

"The first thing I saw was my father's possession. The Marquis of Giestra has a lot of theaters and lots of land patterns for play actors and musicians. My father also encourages the training of painters with the idea that ecclesiastical denominations should drive culture and upbringing."

The Marquis Giestra seems to be a culturalist, a hobbyist, or a personality classified as either.

Since the richness of the people can be considered essential for the development of culture, the operation of the territory also needs to be facilitated in order to develop culture without imposing it.

He has not had any problems, but he is also a doer about territorial management.

When the carriage arrived at the Grand Theatre in Wangdu, a man like the manager was waiting.

Carefully broken waist manager shows entrance.

"Dear Mathier Zistra, Count Sola Klein, I've been waiting for you. Please come inside."

Though I should have spoken of Sora's name with the countenance before Mathier, the Marquis's Lady, Sora did not blame the order in which the manager spoken.

Sora gratefully takes Mathier into the theater.

Mathier apologized to Sola as he seemed sorry.

"It's funded by my father, and it looks like my manager called my name first"

"Isn't that thoughtful? It's what we call the name of the lead role first on stage. A masked man like me can't be the face of the stage."

Sora shrugs her shoulders and flushes the manager's lapse into the water.

The fact that Mathier's father, Marquis Giestra, finances it, means that this grand theatre will be commonly used by ecclesiastical aristocrats. It is also natural not to welcome Sora, the culprit who virtually crushed the Church congregation, even if he was a different person before the building.

Sola didn't dare mention it, as she can't even do much to break the atmosphere of the date due to the political circumstances of the stinking aristocracy.

A VIP seat was available for Sola and the others to sit on the balcony on the second floor. The seats on the left and right and across the street seem to be empty.

As if waiting for Sola and the others to arrive, the play began on the stage under her eyes.