Sweet Reincarnation

dreams, it is for each man to say.

It is my dream to be asked what I want to be when I grow up and to answer, and it is my dream to be asked what I want to do when I grow up.

Pastry-Mill-Morthern's dream is to someday create the best sweets that I will ever want. I am doing everything I can to demonize my father's territory to gain freedom of movement (free hand) for this purpose. But this is also a little bit of a dream for the children of this world.

Boys' dreams, etc. are mostly of a fixed price.

You want to be a brave man and defeat a dragon, you want to be a knight and protect and show your loved ones, or you want to be a howdy in love with the refreshing help of childhood tampering being attacked by thieves.

About half of them are called dreams, even if they are not paranoid or strange.

Girls' dreams, because of all the patterns.

You meet a well-dressed prince and become a princess, you try layering yourself on a Rin Knight, or you don't get fat from eating, and you eat as good as you like.

This isn't strange to be called paranoid again about half of the time.

So what is a parent's dream?

To say that a person gives birth and raises children is more than a creature is to be honored.

Everyone could be a parent.

Among other things, it is important for women to give birth, and it is normal to think ahead after giving birth. I really put my kids in the accounts and think about the future.

Being a parent, it's hard to imagine future dreams without children. If so, isn't there still a lot of parental dreams about children?

The answer is obvious if you look at one woman.

Her dream since she became a parent is to "dress her son in the best sunshine one day”.

Needless to say, Ser Anies-Mille Mortairn. It's Pais's mother.

At present, she is in full sickness toward realizing her dreams. It is very similar to my son to not choose the means for the purpose and to do everything in his power. It looks weird.

"I don't know about this jacket. Yeah, sounds good. Yeah, but that doesn't make me feel a little bit like the color of your socks. But these socks look good because they're carefully sewn, and they're hard to throw away. I wonder if I should fit my shoes first. Hmm, I wonder if you have the right size shoes. I'm lost. Wow."

Getting kids dressed is fun for mothers.

It's very similar to playing with a dressing doll, and it's very similar to making you “dress your choice“.

Even if I can't wear it myself, I can wear it if I'm a son.

Mother's amazing taste when she tries to make the best “boys”, similar to the artisan temper that makes the best treats. It's a strange place to make two “living copies“ of melons.

Looking for the best combination, pleasure similar to the puzzle, she is now enjoying this moment as well.

His son, who had been vain flushed with resistance, was already at the extreme of giving up. Take it easy on yourself already, or it's a rush feeling.

Besides, there is an applause for it.

"Mother, how about these shoes over here? The shoes I used to wear, wouldn't they fit Pace?

"Oh, Jose, those aren't the shoes you took care of."

"It's fine. I'll lend it to my brother on the sunny stage."

"Oh, what a good sister you've become, Jose. It's lovely."

The mother hugged her own daughter with a huge reaction.

It is Josephine the Five Ladies. From the pastry, he is the youngest sister, and the top four are already out in daughter-in-law, so he becomes the only sister in this house.

Josephine, Jose is the earliest accustomed to excessive skinship from her mother. I accept it as a matter of course, because it is a habit since I was attentive.

Mother-daughter skinship would still be nicer to the eye of the beholder than embracing a boy, Pace thought.

I'd be a little grateful if you would usually just let me hold my mother as I am in charge of the damage.

But the work never progresses as it is, so eventually he calls out to his sister.

"Thank you, Sister Jose"

"I don't want to thank you. Good luck with Pais. I can't follow you, but listen to your father very carefully."

"Yes, I'm fine"

Speaking of the sisters of the Mortairn family, they are beautiful and prestigious.

Some people say it's natural that they inherited that blood because their father has a stern face and their mother is beautiful.

Each of the six sisters and brothers inherited no less than the appearance of her mother, who was also famous for her beauty.

The most similar of such siblings to my mother is sadly the eldest son of my youngest son for nothing.

There are creatures that all of those sisters adore.

It's not that I have a pet, it's their brother.

When it comes to brothers and sisters, it is often an unusual situation with the children below. Among other things, this world was a society similar to feudalism, and it was natural to see common sense that the top could follow the bottom.

But they adored their brother so much.

The reason for this is that my brother was a very honest, smart, and loving creature. Sarah's silver hair. Punny cheeks. Crisp eyes. Small hands and feet.

All of this is enough to lower your gaze.

And my parents praise me for the friendliness, so it takes more applause.

I don't like being hit, but I can't help it.

For Pais, he was lucky to have a good relationship with his sisters, but now he can say "only” is unlucky.

"Mother, I don't know about this dress. Doesn't that look good on Pace?

"Sort of cute. Well, you might want to try this dress on."

"Mother, sister, I am a man..."

"It's okay, it suits you."

"Right, just wear it and see. You know, just a little bit."

To my sister and mother's mighty tag, it was a paice that felt like nothing to resist, but I wanted to avoid wearing women's clothes on boulders.

A firm thought that I am a man.

"Do you want to try and make your underwear a woman?

"Then I'll take it off!!

"Please stop!!"

On that day, the offense until sundown was a great fatigue for Pais.

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"Ha."

"What's wrong, son? You look so tired. Even though it's a sunny stage around the corner."

On the morning of the incident, Casserole saw her son with an exhausted face and grasped an approximate tragedy.

With him, I haven't seen my son to Dada.

This is the sunny stage where everyone in the main village is going to drop me off and go out, but the current situation of my son with a face that doesn't float. I have the eyesight to look at it and just nurse it because of the dressing doll treatment the day after day.

But although I sympathize with my son, I can only tell him to give up when it comes to clothing.

The circumstances alone make it impossible for the mother to get excited.

Overall, although the right shoulder rise is still in full swing, it is still a luxury to make or buy clothes in any house in the territory of Sir Mortairn, which has many untouched undeveloped places and a small population and income.

He understands that the same is true of our own homes, which are lords.

It is normal to keep using it for quite some time if you buy one, although you will wear it around with a few clothes, regardless of where you arrive.

It's not uncommon to say that I will continue to use the clothes I got when I was younger until I die, or even inherit them. In particular, the tendency of courtesy clothes, etc. is noticeable, and therefore robust clothing is preferred.

Even Japanese japanese clothing has a tradition of handing down kimonos from grandmother to mother and from mother to daughter. A custom like that is everywhere.

In the era of mass production and mass consumption, it is unthinkable, but clothing is an important personal asset. That's quite a luxury asset, too.

There are no lords or inhabitants there, which can be said to be normal and common sense.

The exception is children's clothing.

It is a good thing that a child's growth is a daily step forward, especially if it is also a growing season, and the length will no longer fit in a month (one by one) of things. If you do poorly, it can even mean you're not tall last night and this morning.

Sometimes it is said that a mother can fix the length to suit her child, or take a long time to sew her sundress, but it can be irresistible in the pursuit of everyday work, and lengthening has physical limitations. Can't stretch more than the original hem length.

In many cases, there is a good practice of mutual assistance in accommodating children's clothing between brothers or between village houses.

Not even one house can buy so many, so neighborhood houses give way to smaller children's houses with clothes that no longer fit the length.

It's a children's clothing rotation in Muragumi.

Sometimes some of the clothes I used to come to when I was a little girl came around to my kids with the calves everywhere.

If you become a terrible home in a poor territory, you will have a small child naked, so compared to that, you are blessed to have just the clothes.

In that rotation, who wears “new” at the beginning of the first place?

Most of the time, he is the most well-known "son of a lord”.

This is a custom that takes place everywhere, in terms of measures to clarify the sequence within the territory and to make children understand the ascending and descending identities.

Even if there was a small rich person, it could be said that it was common enough that people would shy away from new products and buy old ones.

Therefore, I could say that it is only natural for people around me to envy the new sunshine for this day.

And it was also natural for the mother to wait a thousand autumn thoughts to show off the fruits of that proud growth.

He said he was going to King's Landing.

"Heh. So you're dressed like that"

"Hey, check it out. That button is very fine. That's the one with the pavilion crest, I guess. Looks expensive."

"Awesome. It's got a lot on it, so I was wondering if you could give me one."

The visions are also dazzling, and the boys and girls of the same generation stare at Pais. On the contrary, many of the people in the main village are staring.

It was just convincing, right in front of everyone.

Brilliant silver hair in the wind with a brilliant and beautiful face. And a brilliantly harmonious blue sundress.

The jacket in the form of a front button has subtle brackets around the waist to match the slender shape of the human being to be worn. Because of this, it gives a rugged and tight impression.

The trousers are free of any wrinkles, and the folds are correctly and precisely aligned with the hem length. Only the shoes show slight signs of a woman, but it can be seen as a luxury item.

Excellent tailoring, from top to bottom, no matter where you look from, it can only be seen as a good house warrant.

The innocent glance that could be directed at it was also just an inexcusable teasing story for a bunch of boys and girls.

"Good. I'd love to go to Wang Du in such a cool way."

"You can't. That's all I can do."

"Why not? Maybe I'll be able to wear those clothes someday."

"Still, I can't. I don't care if you wear such good clothes or if the contents are yours, I'll be an ugly man dressed up. Even if you have good clothes, you can't dress up because you don't have good contents."

"Mm Kola!!

"Heh heh heh, come this far"

The boys, who are still too young to escape, quickly become noisy.

It didn't take that long to get annoying with the nasty.

And they were forced to rule it, as usual, by the hectic mothers.

Along with my head tumbling.

Regardless, the eyes of the young ladies also have the desired color, but the colors are slightly different from those of the boys.

He's a cute little pussy to the familiar "My Prince”.

Mothers are forgiving me again for the noise I have been making with my yellow voice.

Noisy daughters will hate you, along with the heartwarming chill.

Everyone was gathered so loudly to drop them off.

Yes, it wasn't gathered, it was gathered.

That also had the aspect of being a pro idiot of a lord who wanted to boast of his son, but more than that, the aspect of necessary action for the rule of the territory.

This Knight of Mortairn territory is an emerging territory that has grown so far in a generation by its current lord, the Knight of Casserole-Mill-Mortairn.

It was formerly a royally owned wasteland and mountain range and was known as a place of significance: a buffer zone with its neighbors.

Geographically difficult to interact with from other territories in the country, and difficult to govern in a wild treasure trove of beasts, so if you get your hands on it poorly, you will be under unnecessary pressure from your neighbors, but in the late buffer zone. To put it badly, an abandoned non-interference zone.

Clearly less rainfall than in other territories on rough land where even weeds do not grow inside. It is also natural land to be abandoned. A land where no one is happy to have it, and you can't just give it to me as a virtual enemy.

The only reason I got territory there was because Caserol raised an unmatched medal and another “reason he could only rule”.

That reason had served as a powerful deterrent to neighbouring countries, as well as a remote area close to being isolated from each other's territories, allowing for governance within this territory, which was extremely intractable.

It attracts the people to every opportunity and seeks to stabilize the territory.

It is a kind of demonstration.

The reason for this is the rare ability to be said to be one in 10,000 people.

It is just 'magic'.

"Well, then, everyone's coming."

That's what I said, with my son, a lord walking away from the circle of men.

There is pride in the man who carried a sense of responsibility.

"There you go, you. Pays attention over there, too. Don't follow strangers."

"Welcome, Master Hall. We look forward to your return soon."

"Dear Pace, don't forget your souvenirs for me."

"You can forget this fool's souvenir ~. Don't forget it for me ~"

Casserole puts her hand on Pace's shoulder as she waves in front of the people who hang words of drop-off on her mouth.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Father."

With that word, the two will be gone from the spot.

I could disappear without even leaving any trace, it looks like.

In fact, there was only unmanned vacant land there as if nothing had happened.

As always, your lord's magic is amazing.

"That, what did you say?

"I thought you said you were traveling momentarily."

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Shinkan Move"

"Awkward, it's a moment, Shinkan. Are your ears made of goblins?"

"Yeah, that's why you said that."

Until earlier it was noisy on the subject of Pace's costume, but this time it became noisy with the magic of Sir Knight.

Once again, we realize that our top talent is irreplaceable for the rest of us.

If you look at the many inhabitants who are proud of it, I guess Sir Mortairn is admired for laying down good governance.

Everyone goes home to their homes, nodding satisfactorily.

One of them. No, two. There was always a woman staring where the lord and next lord disappeared.

It is the Lady of the Knight of Anies-Mille Mortairn and her five daughters, Josephine.

He looked surprised for some reason among the people who would return to their homes.

They're both twisting their necks tightly.

And they realized what was important in them.

My mother speaks to Josephine, the daughter who was right beside me, as the one who communicates it.

Without trying, Jose noticed the same thing again.

"Hey, Jose."

"Yes, Mother"

Understand what the eyes of mother and daughter are about to say to each other.

The words they uttered saw a stunning match on the boulder just to say parent and son.

"" I knew Pais would look better in women's clothes ""

The nightmare days for Pais were still going to last.