Sweet Reincarnation

After seeing the case settled, Pais returned to the King's Capital Mansion.

"Let's make pudding!!

And suddenly, all of a sudden, I made a declaration.

"Ahhhhh?

To the master to be served, his son, the first chief of staff, Sergeant Shiitz, shows him in a clever low voice.

The feeling of what you're saying is a carefully wrapped Doss voice.

"What is it? What happened to your father?

"I'm busy flying around King's Landing. Someone's butt."

"That's it. I'm proud to have a diligent father."

Yeah, yeah, a boy nodding feels the same frustration and thickness.

He dragged Pace into the espionage room to do his job.

There must have been a bit of frustration.

Boy, I'd like to ask you something first.

"Yeah."

"... did you recover the stolen dragon eggs from the thief?

The head of the Morteln family asks the most important thing first.

"If that's a question, no. The thief teased and peeled a lot of eggs and the contents of the vault. Look, I've got charts from the Holy Land to the south. How can I help you?

"I don't care what happened. Come on. If we were stolen from the dragon eggs, wouldn't it ruin everything? The general's face is crushed!

There was a tremendous hurry in Sith's words.

That should be it. House Morteln was stolen from the King's Landing. Failure to settle this satisfactorily could cause trouble for the people and, worst of all, cause the Morteurs some sort of crime.

There are a lot of people in the world who want to embarrass others even though they have difficulty. Especially around the court nobles are good at kicking people down just because they are always pulling their hands and feet together.

The management system of the Mansion was sweet, the management of precious things was poor, there was trouble in King's Landing, and the military was moved without success. There is room for various kinds of toys.

That's why Pace moved directly, and Casserole worked backwards.

Nevertheless, when asked to make sweets with a breathtaking voice, even the self-proclaimed generous Shits would be angry, the squad commander stopped at Pace.

"Then rest assured. Because the Foreign Affairs Officer entered into the contract and formally exchanged the text."

"No, but... after all, they did it, didn't they?

It was Pace who explained how it was only dark, but her complexion was not clear.

The problem is not that it does not become a diplomatic issue as a matter of form. If you defended your national interests by preventing a war, it is the business of the Foreign Service. The fact that the killer had to be released due to insufficient evidence or was unable to recover the stolen goods was a major and painful failure for the faction.

"There's no doubt that the eggs in the safe were taken somewhere in the Holy Nation."

"Then... you have to take it back."

Return what was stolen.

It is the first time I have been able to keep my members. Sits' argument is to admit that Pace and I are right.

"... Sits, what do you think the Holy Nation was after?

"You'll get dragon materials."

"Yeah, so they stole the eggs from us in the safe."

"Yes"

I realize that there is something in Pace's words that is well understood.

"We need to protect the dragon eggs and take back what was stolen."

"Yeah."

"Then we won."

She was approximate to Pace, but still asked for a detailed explanation.

"What do you mean?

"They did take away the eggs that were in the safe. It was a wonderful job."

"Yeah."

So where are the dragon eggs now?

"... you don't think it's Holy Nation?

"Yes, actually, here."

Huh?

Pace took the eggs out of there somewhere.

Put an ostrich egg or something as big as a watermelon in front of Don and Shits. Rather than the hue, even the size of the egg seemed different from the “egg taken by the Holy Nation”.

"Actually, I broke it in an accident, and I was trying to replace it with pudding."

"Haahh!?

The flirting boy said a terrible thing.

"But this is hard. I can't crack it with my sword. Can you believe it?

"I can't believe everything...."

"It didn't crack, so I was going to sneak it back up later./(adv-to, adv-to) (1) (on-mim) (on-mim) heh/(2) (on-mim) (on-mim) heh/"

What did Shits say about unbelievable?

Were you trying to scatter the royal offering or were you trying to break it under the guise of an accident, or was that a coincidence that prevented the conspiracy of foreign forces?

Maybe turn them upside down to be full of bad boys.

"I'm sorry to have you look for a corner egg... but let's cook with the egg I got you this opportunity. If anything, try again to break dragon eggs because they were stolen....."

"Of course not!!

"... you might be the only sweet in the world."

"Give me a rough ride, too. In the meantime, is it okay to report no problem to the general?

"That's right. I didn't get into any big trouble."

Isn't it a big trouble to be soft with foreign forces? Having swallowed the word, Shits decided to summarize his report to the Count Morteln, feeling phantom pain in his head.

"So what happens to the dragon eggs that they stole?"

"Oh, well, then, I have a little idea. First, please report to your father. I'm going back to the territory."

Pace smiled loudly.

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The lord's palace in Morteln.

Since the Sergeant was on a long business trip to King's Landing, he rarely worked at a meeting between Pace and Graçage.

"Young man, what is this?

Graçage stopped looking at one document.

Inside it are some addresses in the territory.

Morteln territory is very well organized in every village, and in a way, it is neatly laid out as if it were a plank. For this reason, the address is registered through the proposal of the pace, and it is managed by numbers.

Southnineteen, number eight, number three. Incidentally, No. 1 in the Central Ward of Zarsden is the Lords Hall.

"What, a list of addresses?"

"I know that, but it's a list of addresses."

It is obvious that the address is written on it.

But Glass stopped because the list was too arbitrary.

A merchant house with Baron Grand strings, a shop patrolled by Count Cowenbar, a saint-run restaurant, a house built at the request of Baron Boulevard, and a brand new church.

All of this has long been regarded as a base for those who have been exploring the territory.

Even the Mortairns could not be controlled indefinitely because of their considerable backing, but for some reason yesterday soldiers of the Mortairns entered these lists and searched them thoroughly.

Corona-Mil-Harskivi was in charge and in charge. I am a female attendant, nicknamed Koro-chan, and I don't know the details because the glass was not in charge.

I was full of other jobs, so I once again asked if this list was a pre-scheduled search list, but Pace shook her head.

"That's where we couldn't find the eggs."

"Eggs?"

"Yes, I hid the Easter eggs."

Ha?

Pace's chest is tight, but of course Grasserie doesn't know what Easter Egg is. I don't have any connection to the story.

"Easter eggs are the eggs that were originally used at Easter. It's customary for children to hide beautifully decorated eggs and look for them."

"Well, I didn't know."

The custom of celebrating Easter is widely seen throughout the world in modern times and has become a traditional culture as a religious event, especially in Europe and the United States.

The day Jesus Christ was resurrected from his execution in the hills of Gorgoda, and the eggs became the symbol.

There are anecdotes that rabbits bring Easter eggs during Easter Festival, and it is customary for children to look for Easter eggs outside the house.

In modern times, real eggs are rarely used, and sometimes they behave like egg treats with chocolate and the like. It's only natural that I know Pace well.

"So I gathered the children of the realm."

Oh, what a bunch of kids.

Graçage's child is already an adult, so even if he is a child, he is not his own. It's a neighbor.

There was a feeling that underage children had been gathered and doing something, but how glass work was overseen by civil engineering and related work in the territory. It is unusual to return to the village, mostly covered in mud somewhere. I don't know what the children were doing.

Therefore, I am surprised by Pace's continued words.

"I made you look for dragon eggs."

"Buho!!

Suddenly, Graçage couldn't help but wonder what to say.

"Of course, it's not real. It's a replica. On the big egg, I [transcribed] it to mimic the dragon egg and hid some of it."

"Ho."

"It's an event where children search the village hard and find dragon eggs as a reward. Looks like you enjoyed it.

"... what's your aim?

Pace raised her eyebrows and silenced herself for a moment.

"I don't think young people usually just play with their children. Can you tell me?"

Pace sighed.

I don't think most people would say it's around Shits around here. In the sense of spinning his head, he also falls into a pretty clever category.

Grasage is not a fool either. I can calculate and manage people well. But I can't read the back of things as much as Pace or Shits.

"There are three purposes."

"Huh?"

"The first thing is to make a list."

Hmm?

"The kids are looking for Easter eggs all over the city. Kids don't hesitate. I go into other people's houses and try to find them. If anything, we'll even find a home in the house."

"I'm sure the kid is."

I also burned my hands when my children were small, a glass that was irritating and emotional.

Now I am studying at the boarding academy in King's Landing, but my daughter Luminito and others were mischievous children with horns on rabbits, so I said they struggled.

"People who don't feel particularly guilty, even if they're looking for a home, it's really bad to see them... except for diaries, underwear, or sneaky places. I am deliberately announcing that I will be more tolerant than looking for things."

I'm sure it is.

Everyone in the Morteln realm looks familiar.

Even now, the feeling was deeply rooted, and it was customary, especially for children, to take care of themselves in the community.

It's a “play” led by Pace on behalf of the lord. Few wild people yell at each other. It could be something you really don't want to be seen by, or just to watch out for dangerous places.

"Conversely, if the children overreact when they try to find a home...."

I see, it's suspicious.

"Yes, he's obviously hiding something. That's the list."

"Ho."

"Later," he said, "I despised the lord's deputy,” so I was able to search with dignity. He seized evidence of a spy on some of those lists, didn't he? Koro-chan came to report yesterday. "

"It's superimposed."

Those who come looking for Easter eggs are obviously trying to push them back excessively.

This is the kind of situation I'm just asking you to doubt. However, it is awkward for children to look for eggs and find something to hide in case they find it.

If you're a bad spy, you'll choose to get rid of the kids. It's Pace's idea.

"And the other thing is, you can increase dragon eggs."

Huh?

"Actually, the Holy Nation thief took the same“ replica ”as the hidden Easter eggs. Someone grabbing the replica will surely prove it's real. So you're surprised to find out about Morteln territory. It's definitely a dragon egg, but it's not what I thought..."

"What a terrible prank."

It is similar to the Holy Nation, which has prepared many kinds of eggs for dragon eggs.

It would be difficult to hide a dragon egg that is too characteristic. Then, if you want to hide the trees, in the woods. All you have to do is mass-produce the dragon eggs.

Pace made an Easter egg with the idea of being such a jerk. To deceive the enemy, it was stolen because it was a replica that no one made in confidence, but when it was over, everything would be fine.

Pace was excited because the replicas he worked so hard to make were also useful.

Of course, there is no one here to put a rattle in it.

"And thirdly... this is the most important thing."

What is it?

The most important reason.

You can't just listen to this, Graçage leaves.

"You can make sweets with eggs!!

Ha?

"Eggs used as Easter eggs. You shouldn't throw it away, so you should use it for cooking. You've turned me into an egg for a dragon, so I'm sure you'll be responsible for everything."

"... yeah"

While wondering what the hell you're talking about, the glass nods.

"So I'll make a pudding soon. Keep working on the glass. I'll take care of the rest."

"I get it... young man!!

Pace runs wild today and again.

Around the same time, the dragon eggs “hatched”, but he was obsessed with making sweets and didn't know anything.