Sweet Reincarnation

Rateshbal is one of the largest cities in the South. A corner of the street lined with restaurants amid the hustle and bustle of the port town.

Even though it was not so popular as to be full, there was always a shop with the ability to attract customers.

It is a typical “commoner's shop” that serves as a cafeteria during the day and a tavern at night, but it has one characteristic.

"Sister, give me another ale!!

"Yes. I don't want any dishes anyway."

"Look, can you put one on properly?"

"Hoisa. Don't touch my ass!!

"Yeah, well, it's not going to decrease. It hurts!! Don't hit me in the pot."

"Shut up. When you think it's nice not to throw out the shop."

A slight discomfort in the bustle.

There are many people in this shop who use a language that is slightly different from the standard language of the kingdom of God. When it comes to accents, it doesn't have to be called accents, but it's also different from latesh accents.

That should be it. This shop's main clients are foreigners. To be more precise, foreign sailors are the main guests.

Rateshbal, a famous trading port in the kingdom of God, is naturally home to many foreigners.

Rateshburg is an international port, but if you let foreigners do whatever you want in an disorderly manner, it could be a bargain sale for crime, illegal activities and cultural friction. Not to mention the fact that in Ratesh territory, if foreigners flow into other territories and cause problems, Uncle Ratesh will also be held liable.

Therefore, it is stipulated that foreigners are allowed to enter the area.

A place where foreigners who are basically restricted from leaving the city can easily enjoy food and drink. One of them is this store.

Doors open to foreigners, and shopkeepers have many people with roots in foreign countries, so there are a lot of southern customers in particular.

Today is the same as today, and there are guests.

"Is it open? I wish it was deep inside."

"Hmm? Welcome. Five people. Oh, wait a minute, I'll clean up that table right away."

A customer comes to the store.

This customer seemed to be quite wealthy from the standpoint.

The waiter smiles inside and prepares the back seat as told. Of course, I was expecting a generous tip.

"Customer, where are you from?

While wiping the table, the waiter asks the customer.

Oh, from the south.

"Is the South Holy Nation? What are you working so hard from afar for?

"Oh, just for the wilderness."

Guests sat in their chairs as they gauged that they were ready. Since I care about the order in which I sit, I'm sure I'll be mistaken with the great man and his wife.

Guests who arrive at their seats are alert to the surroundings and communicate their orders. At the time of ordering, of course, it was accompanied by caution.

He was a good customer because he played a lot of chips, as the service was looking for. The waiter looks at the guests and asks if they can stick to this a little bit more.

It has the atmosphere of coming from the Holy Nation, as our guests say. The accent is also like that. However, if you come from a foreign country, you fluently manipulate the language of the Kingdom of God.

Apparently, even though it seemed like a pretty upscale class among the great people, the waiter carried the order items and said, "Please take your time and leave the customers."

Candle with additional chips.

"Welcome."

A new customer came to the store shortly after a group of five foreigners sat in the back seat.

Cover your eyes with a hood, and you don't know what it looks like. It is difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman. Don't enter the store. Risu goes further.

"How about an empty seat...?"

Sit at the back table without recommending an empty seat.

Seeing that the five people who sat first said nothing, it seemed like they were taking him with them. And it starts to create an atmosphere where you stay away from the public.

"Take your time."

Should I give up this extra chip?

Of course, there were no strange foreigners in the head of the service.

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Isalu-Livivet, fifth in the sequence of the thirteenth holy kingdom, was gathering information in Rateshbal, the territorial capital of the Count of Rateshkingdom of God.

Originally, for Isaac, who often acted as a messenger due to his magical properties, gathering information is familiar. I don't say it's a specialty, but I have some experience with what kind of information people might have.

The information he gathered in Rateshbal was whether the Morteln family had acquired the “Dragon's Egg”. And where it is now.

"Are the dragon eggs confirmed?"

Yes, it seems so.

Initially, I thought it would take a lot of time to gather information, but when I opened the lid, the information was gathered surprisingly smoothly and accurately.

This is because the bitter taste, the number one in the sequence, was working in advance.

The kingdom of God should pay more attention in the future. His eminent officials, who decided that they should exercise the utmost vigilance, especially against the Morteurs and their surroundings, were putting in place a careful information network for the Kingdom of God.

Isaac was most surprised by the Pope's intelligence unit. Gathering information and sometimes turning to support professionals who also undertook assassinations.

Thanks to this, we can quickly gather information and decide on our future activities.

As a result, the presence of dragon eggs was confirmed.

It was not possible to confirm the appearance, but it was determined that there was definitely a dragon egg.

This will be reported to the Holy Nation mainland as the first report.

"King's City or Territory."

"Both are possible."

And when the presence of dragon eggs is confirmed, the problem is obtaining them.

Isaac doesn't know much about it, but there seems to be a reason why we should keep the dragon material exclusive.

Furthermore, it is the dragon egg that has the potential to break its monopoly and supply the dragon material to the inexhaustible if it is bad. They say they have to get all of this.

Of course, the people of the kingdom of God are not fools. Once the dragon eggs are brighter, their defenses will be thicker and they won't be able to reach out quickly.

Now that the information is still hidden, we can still make it.

There was a similar feeling of impatience in Isaac's chest.

We must take the eggs as soon as possible and with certainty.

In that case, it is first necessary to confirm the presence. Where are the dragon eggs? And where to go in the future.

There are two options.

If the Morteurs want to hide the dragon eggs more, put them within their eyes and reach. That's Morteln territory.

If it's hidden here, it won't be easy to find it. Viscount Morteln and his proximity. No, if you succeed, if you hide it in a place known only to the Vicomte himself, there's no point in gathering information at the earliest. It's impossible to ask what you don't know, so it's impossible to tell who the right answer is. This makes it a treasure hunt for hidden treasures.

Or bring it to King's Landing.

It seems that the presence of dragon eggs can be a powerful force. But at the same time, I hear it's too big a problem to embrace with a single Vicomte.

Assuming the Morteln family understands the value of the dragon material correctly. The dragon eggs that might be able to produce the material in mass should be terrifying and unbearable. Morteln territory is just a land pattern that borders other countries. If it is known that there is a treasure worth ten thousand dollars, the imagination of virtual enemies jumps tenfold, not a hundred times. Unless you're an ambitious man, you should think about letting go of the trouble sooner rather than later.

He is a Morteln of loyalty and reputation to the royal family. If the dragon eggs were to be brought elsewhere, it would most likely be the royal family of the kingdom of God. In other words, if it is brought in, it is the king's capital.

"Is there any possibility of seeking the help of other nobles?

"Other nobles?

House Ratesh, house Huberlek, house Cadrecek, house Enzensberger.

"I see, a powerful nobleman."

All my men named them were powerful houses in the kingdom of God. Even the Holy Nation has a familiar name.

And they are also very close to the Morteln family.

If the Morteurs do not know the true value of the dragon eggs, they will probably try to hide them at their place.

On the contrary, if they knew the true value, they should understand and let go of what was in their hands.

In the latter case, it was Isaac's expectation that he would transfer it to the royal family, but he came here and offered the possibility that his men would transfer it to someone other than the royal family. In a sense, it should also be called a compromise between the two options.

If I may say so, all the houses mentioned earlier are connected to the Morteln family and at the same time powerful. It has the political and military power to transfer and protect the dragon eggs from the Morteln family.

The relationship between the Morteurs and the royal family, for example, is truly invisible from the outside. Then it is possible to work with other factions at a distance from the royal family.

"If it's King's Landing or Rateshbal, we can't afford to stand behind it anywhere else."

Hmm.

The Holy Nation is called the Great Power in the Southern Continent. Especially when it comes to the magic field, it was one or two heads out compared to other foreign countries, and it was only advanced enough to be called a big power.

Whatever magic you have in common is the effect of its breaking. There are many kinds of magic in the world, but depending on how you use it, you can demonstrate abilities beyond your knowledge.

How to use magic, or how to use it systematically. The Holy Nation has accumulated a great deal of knowledge, and research continues today.

However, magic also has drawbacks. That's the personality.

Unlike science that can be used by anyone once technology is established, magic technology belongs to people wherever they go. I can't do more than pinpoint how much of an individual's magic can live.

In other words, it is difficult to exert “the same power” in “multiple places” at the same time. That's why the same magic can only be used in one place as long as people don't split up. That's common sense.

No matter how powerful the kingdom of God is, if the Holy Nation uses magic well, it can be countered. Isaac and the others boast that if we gather all our strength, we can sneak into the royal palace.

However, the wizards who do it cannot escape into the city at the same time.

Now much of the intelligence of the Holy Nation was directed to the kingdom of the central kingdom of God, and to Rateshbal, which serves as the gateway.

And the intelligence of some factions, such as Cardinal Adobe, has been directed at the Morteln family.

I wonder if we can get more intelligence out of here.

If we're going to turn, we'll need to pull out the Wizard somewhere. This would mean a lot of loss over time and a loss of intelligence capabilities at the heart of the matter.

I'm worried.

Umu, it was Isaac who was roaring, but he noticed a man approaching him.

No, I wonder if it's a man. A suspicious person who covers himself thoroughly with cloth from top to bottom so that he doesn't even know his body shape.

Then an unidentified object came to us and spoke. In the Holy Nation.

"The eggs are dedicated to the king."

That's all.

It was a very short term, but it was not difficult to understand the contents.

"Okay."

Isaac nodded lightly.

Then, the cloth man floated and disappeared. It is the event of a suzuyu that blinks or does not blink.

That's all you need to know is what an unidentified object is.

"What do you want to do?"

What's even more strange is that apparently suspicious people have disappeared, but people around them are unaware of it.

No, it's more like there was no such thing from the beginning. My men are the same, so perhaps all the people around me are the same.

I see.

Huh?

Isal murmured and his men looked suspicious.

If you suddenly murmur meaningful words, you'll be worried not about your subordinates.

I just got the information.

"Now?"

My men look around.

I don't think there is anything like it, and there is no one who seems like it.

I often tilt my neck to wonder what contacted me without realizing it.

Isaac chewed and digested the earlier words while learning a little bit about his strangely subordinate's attitude.

The eggs are dedicated to the king.

The meaning of this word is clear, and the eggs of the dragon are about to be sacrificed to the royal family of the kingdom of God by the Morteurs.

I don't have time to make it last as long as possible.

"The eggs are king's capital."

Isaac's assertion stretches the spine of his men.

Here we go.

The moment the man murmured.

There was not a single saint on the spot.