Sweet Reincarnation

The Mortelun army.

The number of servicemen in the land, which had originally only been numbered with both hands, now exceeds 1,500. When I think of what used to be a single digit, I feel the feeling of seclusion.

If we conscript the people without saying anything, we could lightly recruit 5,000 soldiers, but what we need now is soldiers who can fight. At a minimum, they have the ability to understand military operations and align their footprints.

The Viscount family is a splendid army, but the contents are diverse.

Those who were originally born and raised in the territory of Morteln and volunteered to recruit soldiers, those who were bought and hired for their experience as mercenaries in other lands, former soldiers who fled from other territories, etc.

The servants of the House of Mortelleun are a kind of samurai who deserve to be called elite, but their qualities vary when they become soldiers.

What we all have in common is that we are here with rigorous training.

My Lord Pastry-Morteln, we are ready.

Fine.

It was Popolan-Yodori who saluted Pais and reported.

A young man with a tender face, but a battle-sensitive appearance who can see fine scars everywhere when he looks closely.

She's a little taller than Pais, but she's skinny and tight.

Among the servants in the Mortelun family, he is called a young man, and his younger brother Yanto of Luminito, who was from the servant family, and Al Arlacci, who had a duel with Marcarlo, were in the same age.

A man who is close to his male friends, but has a reputation as a hard worker who refuses all female relationships.

Neither the Morteluns nor the Sergeants are grew up, nor are they of the side lineage of the noblemen.

However, he is one of the future cadres who has emerged as one of the younger cadres with strength rather than bloodline.

He is also a soldier who has dived through the torturous training of the mighty, such as Grassage and Koantoro, and Saito and Casserole. In particular, they say that Tobiam is very fond of him, and that he can be an opponent for training.

Quick talk, a talented person with guts and strength.

This time, Pais has decided to make him his first officer and carry out an investigation into what appears to be an unidentified enemy.

Popolán is also very nervous when it comes to unusual personnel.

"Attention, everyone"

Under the decree of Popolán.

The eyes of more than a thousand people pour out upon Pais at once.

"Now, gentlemen, there is no one else who has gathered here."

One breath, and Pais looks around at the 1,500 people.

The figure even felt calm and stylish, and everyone looked like a fine general.

As a young leader of the House of Viscount Mortelleun, his reliable appearance captures the hearts of thousands and hundreds of people.

After all, everyone realizes that they are the children of the Morteln family.

"We've been tortured."

Pais first conveyed the most important words.

Everyone breathed in the words of the lord's deputy.

The humans here, with the exception of Pais, are mostly civilians. Those with the Nobility were also by-products.

In other words, those in the hierarchy who do not meet with His Majesty in person.

In response to the echo of the word "order", an intense exhilaration emerged along with confusion.

For example, it seems that the flat employees of large companies were drawn to a project that bet on company sports that was carried out with the direct voice of the president.

It moves under direct orders from the top of the country. The excitement is that they are involved in something very important.

"Deadlines are very difficult to predict."

Looking over at all of them, Pais inherits his words.

There is a sense of nervousness.

In a situation where there would have been other excellent people and people with a proven track record, the Mortelleun family is bent on dying. At this point, it's not a problem.

I received it as a matter of course, even if it is said that difficulties can be expected from people who do not know the contents.

A fate inflicted on Pais, who defeated the Great Dragon.

It was unlikely that the Da Long appeared again. No, I didn't think there were any dragons in the Rock. Then maybe even the cannibal tiger came out.

The faces gathered make me feel anxious when I imagine things.

"I was commanded... to create a new candy."

However, everyone was puzzled by the following words of Pais.

The mortal life given to the House of Mortelun, also known as the hero of the war. Moreover, if difficulties are expected, confectionery is made for the reason that it has a total mobilization system of over 1,000.

It would be strange if I didn't have to be a wolf.

"Quiet, we're still talking."

Popolan, who tortured the soldiers without showing the wolves.

I wonder if it is a stone, but some of the trained servants do not show upset at Pais' sudden pounding words, and do not stand still in their immobile postures.

Among the younger ones, they are the crooks of the House of Mortelleun.

He was a shagger, or a former cadet school student who Pais had trained directly.

I mean, the unusual. Those who have been stained with mortal tears.

But when there are some who are calm, those who are anxious and confused are calm.

Pais waited until they were really calm.

"I understand everyone's confusion. Why was it collected to make a new candy?"

The cause of the confusion lies in the abbreviation of Pais' remarks.

His Majesty's life is the making of sweets, and he gathers the soldiers he can call the army to fulfill it.

I see, it's really weird.

"His Majesty's fate is to create a new confection." With that, I decided to create a treat. [M] One of the ingredients is in that mountain. "

Pais pulled out his sword and instructed the mountain in the distance.

And of the mountains, four thousand meters in size, it is also its highest peak.

"We're going for that mountain."

It is difficult.

Everyone has finally figured out what that means.

There are no hiking trails, so it's really an original mountain climb.

A harsh journey that even a trained soldier feels tough.

Simply, it is difficult in the sense that there may be people who are physically strenuous and cannot keep up.

“There's a new sweet ingredient there.”

Pais confidently said.

I don't know about the faces, but there's something in the mountains that Pais needs. A word spoken with strong conviction has the force of not saying whether it is or not.

“Of course, we know there are difficulties ahead of us.”

Pais glances at the mountain.

The eyes of everyone caught by it are turned toward the top of the mountain.

"It doesn't refer to the steepness of the mountain road or the difficulty of climbing. Such things are the same as hiking if we are trained. I can't get in while it's hard. You can't let them in."

The Morteluns are elitist.

If it's a slightly steep march, you'll need enough strength to do it with a smile. It's the same for the average soldier.

Rather, House Mortelleun's training begins with running and training his hips and legs.

To stand for hours without losing their posture, to keep running no matter how bitter, to obey orders from above no matter how irrational they feel.

These are the basics of the basics, and they are beaten first.

The Lord of the House of Mortelun is Casserole.

Now he is a majestic man of heroic courage, but for him there was also a young age.

When I first met him, he was just a young man with no gun, and he had a lot of magic usefulness and collisions.

Everything was a battle to win. It can't be.

I have also experienced many dangers that put my life at risk.

So what the casseroles learned is that it's important to run away when you have to.

Casserole's nickname is well known as "neck hunting", but there are many other things. "Running first" is two names that make people laugh.

Useful when attacking, Momentary Movement is more useful when you have to run away.

A nickname for the first time in the history of escape.

And all that have been in the house of Morteelun for a long time are good to flee.

In battle, you die from something that can't run anymore.

Casserole thought so from his own experience and trained the soldiers of House Morteln.

And Pais his deputy, which took it over, knew that the strength of his hips was important.

Nowadays, those who are weak, such as those who are hard on one or two climbs, go for further special training.

The soldiers were drawn to Pais' secret words.

"The other day, I made an advance directly." There, we found the body of a beast that had been attacked and suspiciously killed by someone. From the circumstances, we decided that something extraordinary was going on. ”

Soldiers with a pale complexion.

I can finally see the story.

The Mortelleuns were told to make sweets. It is the Mortelun family that made goods by making sweets. This is not surprising in itself.

Then Pais devised a new treat. Next, Pais came up with a strange idea. I don't feel any discomfort in being able to make new sweets.

Moreover, the new sweets needed something in the mountains. I don't know what it is, but it must be very valuable. The gathered soldiers thought so.

If I looked down to fulfill my life, I saw a suspicious situation.

I see, it would also be a reason to move the soldiers. The soldiers have not been informed of the situation, but they must have been convinced that the only way to move an army was on the upper level of the House of Morteln.

With Pais asserting and the surrounding dignitaries following in silence, there must have been a lot of certainty.

The clever ones who left the boarding school figured it out in their explanations so far. The other soldiers, more or less, do not think that this is an exaggeration.

The commanders glare at the fact that everyone understands.

"Popolan"

Yes, I understand.

In a nutshell, it's done.

Popolan begins to give detailed instructions to line up, and the escort unit sits beside Pais.

Pais had a big dragon hat on his head.

As soon as we're ready, Pais issues an order.

Well then, let's go!!

"I'm cumming!!"

Pea's assistant screamed happily for a moment.