Sweet Reincarnation

discomfort, there is the word.

It's about who you are and how you feel something is different.

Something is increasing, decreasing, different colors, different sizes, having something that shouldn't be, smelling.

Or even when there was nothing that was supposed to be there, discomfort strikes again.

It was this discomfort that Pastry remembered the moment he entered the room where he was guided.

Something is missing.

Slightly, I realized that was because there was not a single window in the room.

On the contrary, even the door is a strict holding door on top of the double, a room that is really going to lose sight of anything without the candles in the room.

"Come on, come in. Sit on that chair."

I even noticed something wrong with my chair, trying to sit back as I was told.

The chair is securely fixed to the floor.

Besides, it has hardware that I think is for restraint no matter what.

in a room without windows. Secured chair. Restraints.

In my head, instead of discomfort, my alarm is still ringing.

In this world, there are threats of banditry and demons.

It is within the scope of crisis management to have multiple escape routes available without knowing when or when they will be attacked.

Windows are also a means for this purpose, and there are many reasons why they are not available.

But Pais can only think of enough reasons to make sure he can't get away with it in the first place like he did in prison. One of the things that is done with cold sweat would be quite the gift of experiencing the iron fires as well during my previous training years.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, I'm here."

What did you think of Pais, who doesn't quite try to sit in a chair?

Casserole spoke gently to her son.

Perceived to contain the mercy of wanting to reassure him, Pace finally sits in a chair with it.

"Your son is not fit for your year and wise. For that matter, you must be anxious to see this room. Even an awkward monk would be anxious to see it for the first time. For your peace of mind, you should give an explanation."

A silent, nodding pastry to the word of the priest.

If you're anxious because you don't know anything, you might also ease your anxiety if you explain it to me.

"What you are about to receive is another ritual of the book Saint. In the first place, did you know that Sacred Another Rite is considered an adult ritual?

"Yes, I know"

"It's superimposed. There's a reason for this. In the first place, Holy Another Rite is a qualified person who gives magic from God. It's the beginning of a ritual to sort it out."

"Sorting, is it"

"Yes, there are those who wish and cannot give, and there are those who cannot take advantage where they are given. It's the beginning of sorting it out."

"So I'll be sorted, too."

I hear you'll be able to use magic, and Pace's eyes shine.

If you can use magic like a father, there's a lot more you can do. And my mouth laughs unexpectedly at my sweet dreams.

"This ritual consists of two trials. It's just pretty harsh. That's why we're only going to try adults as a ritual of passage."

"Harsh, is it"

"Yeah. To use magic, you first need something called minimal magic. It's like fuel that uses magic, but the amount is determined by birth. The first test is to weigh this amount of magic. This can't be dangerous. The problem is, the next trial. It's a test of personal qualities."

"Facing personal qualities, is it?

"Yes. Magic is said to be strongly linked to the qualities of the individual when given. Who I am, what I can and cannot do? What do you prefer, what do you dislike, what do you try to exchange and what do you try to avoid? You need to face yourself and sincerely if you poke it. That's why this room will be used."

That's what they said, and once again the boy looked around the room.

Stone walls and stone floors are unreliably lit by tiny candlestick lights.

In a quiet room, there was a sound of clothes rubbing.

If you look, the priest has something in his hand at some point.

"Sticks?"

What was in the hands of the priest was something like a little stick.

From the point of view of Pais, who doesn't know who he is, it seems like he's just a metal stick. You can say chunks.

The candle lights didn't look good, but the glow that lit back could see the dull glow characteristic of the metal.

A cloth is placed on the palm of the hand, and a metal rod is placed thereon.

The length is terribly short.

Adult index finger about length and thickness.

Pais and others are about to mistake it for AA batteries.

"Let's first measure the amount of magic. I was wondering if you could hold this stick."

Pastry grips the stick as he was told, suspiciously.

It was light metal for what I thought was iron or something, and the moment I gripped it, my hands swam unexpectedly lighter than I imagined.

It seemed lighter than the aluminum I had in my lifetime.

I felt tingly, golden cold, but there's more to it than that.

The heat that is taken away from your body. More than gripping metal. That naturally feels like something else is being stolen from your body.

I tried to let go of the metal bars aggressively because of the unexpected feeling that came along, as I did when the ice hit my neck muscle.

"It's okay, can you hold on to it?"

The priest raises his gracious voice.

Plus, I keep gripping it as it is when they say it in a way that makes it seem natural.

"Is that it?"

"Have you noticed? If that's how you know it, you'll be sure to do it first."

Metal rod the boy holds in his hand.

It seemed to him that it was gradually becoming heavier.

In fact, it is definitely heavier, step by step, independently of hand fatigue.

Until now, something that was so light that I don't even know if I have it, is now becoming more than I can hold it by hand.

It was the kind of situation that was being brought on in Dumbbell, and that was something that was comfortable with Pace's smaller body.

"You limit yourself to boulders. That's enough."

That's what they said, as soon as I let go of my hand.

Gong, and the metal rod fell along with the sound of how heavy it seemed.

For the size to grip into a child's hand, the weight is clearly arguably an anomaly. To the sound of it, the sneaky boy was sweating cold.

I'm glad I didn't drop it on my leg.

I was surprised by the sound, as were the two adults.

It is the priest who could not hide his surprise by trying to hide it, as Ser Mortairn, who describes surprise and joy in his face but in his body, keeps him a pro fool.

It was the clergy who should be accustomed to the professional pattern that repaired his complexion and shook him seriously, but failed to do so.

The inner upset would have been something more amazing, but still strives to fix it, while picking up the fallen metal bars.

As it were, weigh in with the balance that was available from somewhere.

Place the metal bars that you picked up earlier on one side of the scale that were originally suspended so that both plates would catch each other.

With the sound of Catan, the scales raise their shoulders.

Then put some hammers on the other side of the one that went up in order that would have been prepared.

Where the heaviest hammer and all the other hammers were put on, the priest spoke to the boy as he drew his cheeks.

"Did you have any words in mind when you gripped this stick?

That's what they say. Pastry speaks a word to his head.

"The word 'flipped' came to mind. Transcription, transcription, that's what I mean."

I didn't really say that it also came up with the meaning of reincarnation. He said he remembered the feeling that he had been [transcribed] with vast memories of his previous life.

To say so much, because I could not put my faith in the priest.

A priest nodded so much that he had listened to Pais, he said this to him and his father, along with the words of blessing.

"Your son seems to be eligible for the next trial."

"Naturally. He's my proud son."

Father who is as pleased as I am with a boy with a hatena mark flying on his head without understanding the explanation.

Then to find out, there was probably enough magic and doings, Pace thought.

The anticipation is also true. but it wasn't even right.

"Oh hon. Now that you don't have time, take your next test."

Quick to say, Pais was quickly secured to the chair.

If you describe it correctly, it is an early job that will not take long to raise your voice.

Cold sweat does so in many ways to skilled moves that would have restrained them with hundreds of people.

I coughed unexpectedly when I was poured something very bitter into my mouth.

"Gehoggyhoggy"

"Is it okay? Now we're ready."

When I saw the face of the priest, who laughed at it, this man was an absolute sadist, Pais thought.

"So what am I going to do?"

Literally, I just moved my mouth and asked because I couldn't get my hands or feet out.

If there were a Shotacon human here, he'd be happy to blow his nosebleed.

Whatever, because a beautiful boy of single-digit age is stuffy being caught in an obvious restraint.

I only pray that the priest is not. I prayed to Buddha and eight million others because praying to God and the priest seemed happy.

What will they do now?

I was so anxious, but the answer I returned was unexpected.

- I won't do anything.

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Wind runs wild.

Running straight through the fields that have become completely farmland in the last few years.

A passing wind hits one man.

Autumn draws to an end, and a man who notices a cool breeze with cold stroking his cheeks rises up from within the field.

Ahead of the man turning his face, there was the appearance of an approaching woman.

She has a wooden barrel lowered about her face on both hands, walking slowly in a heavy way.

"Lady!!

No way. Raising a voice containing surprises, the man ran. I think I noticed some women approaching the voice.

The woman, grinning at the man who came running over, placed a barrel in her hand.

"Huh, it was heavy."

"Lady, how did you get here?"

"I need to ask Shiites something. Oh, it's a corner, so eat it all together. It's the end of the season, so it's just a small one."

Lady, it was Pastry's sister who was called.

Five Ladies of Sir Mortairn. Jose, a.k.a., is Josephine-Mill-Mortairn.

They deliberately brought their own melons with them something that could be better if they were carried by their youngest daughter or their youngest son.

It was a small, misshapen, snoring melon, some rolling in the bucket.

"That would be appreciated. Hey, guys, the lady said to drop the melon. It's a corner, so let's take a break."

"" Thank you, ma'am ""

The face that responded to the hung voice was less than ten people looking at it. Everyone gets tanned and Josephine sees it happily.

A melon that should have brought quite a few. It was yellow. It quickly sold out.

Farming is heavy labor, albeit during the season when it's getting chilly through how much cooler it is.

Sweat and dry throat if it's moving on a nice day.

The moisture content of melons is a great treat for a dry body, so it's also naturally popular.

The dizziness that I was working on makes me sit back in the field and scowl the melon.

A little further away, Jose sits down with an empty barrel instead of a chair and Shiites crouching beside him.

"So, what do you want to hear about your daughter?

Best friend in the heart of Casserole, Lord of the Knights.

To that Shiites, it's something you come all the way to ask, so I guess it's pretty important.

And it seems that Shiites isn't the only one who thought about it, and the faces that were working on it, they move away intentionally.

With that in mind, the girl inside doesn't try to speak the question.

Come on, Josephine finally got to the point where he was in a hurry.

"Uh, I'm talking about Saint Separate Rituals..."

"Oh, that's the one the boy's taking right now."

Against the girl, who tended to lay her face down slightly, Shiites understood the mood in vain.

Are you anxious?

The girl whose body reacted to the man's words, Vikri.

That is an eloquent statement that the allegations are true.

"I was told that there was not much magic in the place to ascertain magic, and I did not receive a second ritual. Hey, you know what Shiites would do. It makes me nervous if I don't know what I'm going to do. So tell me what you're going to do. There's no danger, is there? My brother's coming home, isn't he?

The boy is loved, and Shiitz laughed bitterly.

Regardless, it's not the kind of face my husband's daughter would have when she was seriously talking to me. So I nodded intentionally to Eagle Deep.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Boy will be back soon."

"Right, yeah, you're gonna be fine"

"Have I ever lied to your daughter?

A girl got a whimsical twist on the man's words for a moment.

but he immediately regained his smile and shook his head sideways.

"Yeah. Neither your father nor Shiites ever lied to me."

"It would. It's okay."

"Okay, I'll wait in peace"

The story is over.

It was when he decided that and Shiites tried to get back to work.

"But we're both hiding something important."

Vikri, and it was Shiites who moved his body this time.

When he saw Jose, who looked like he did it, the man realized he had been camouflaged.

I thought I was up to something because I even acted as a weak girl, but you've gotten more moist year after year, I'm all alone.

Be that father. No, with this daughter as the mother, I can't help but feel the fringe between my parents and my children when all my sisters and brothers (today) are wicked.

This is impossible to delude, I cut it off early and sit back on the ground again. Ask me anything, with attitude, and the girl laughs satisfactorily at the success of the plot.

"Hey, Shiites. Tell me about the second trial. I just want to know what my brother's doing."

"I don't mind that. Just, lady."

"Hmm?"

"Why? What is it about the second trial? Maybe the boy will finish his first trial and return early."

The amount of magic is said to be born.

Paradoxically, it was generally assumed to be correct due to the fact that the amount of magic did not change acquired.

Approximately one in twenty people possess enough magic to deal with the incredible power known as magic.

Moreover, there is one in a thousand who, having magic, can use magic.

My own brother wanted to ask his sister, who was sure it was one in a thousand, why he was so sure.

"Your father would have done sword arches with Pais every day"

"Yeah well. What's that?

"We looked at each other every day, and I thought we were taking them because they seemed promising. Even if it isn't, Pais is too small to grow up with another ritual of holiness. Emerging homes like ours should have the detriment of flouting tradition. To avoid that, I don't mind later, so there must have been a good reason to hurry."

Don't tell me, Shiitz decided not to listen.

No way, I can't say the bandits are approaching. It is only after the defense has been put in place that it will be made public. While there is a good chance that it will not come to Mortarn territory, no unnecessary confusion is necessary. Measures that are neither helpless nor excessive are required on the part of the exchangers.

Even today, we are digging an empty moat in the name of zoning the fields, and that's why.

"Your father prefers reason and merit to tradition. Besides, you won't like waste, and you should stop it. It would be one thing to want the fruit of another liturgy of Saints until they bear the stigma of customary disregard. So I'm sure Pace will come home with magic."

Saturated.

Shiitz thought he had no heart why the girl in front of him was born a woman.

The first wives were smart, but the last sister, the princess, is out of her mind.

However, compared to my youngest brother, it is still sumptuous, so is this sister brother even refined enough to go downstairs?

"Ma'am, I certainly didn't make a big mistake. But I didn't recommend it because I thought it was for sure."

"Then why? Does that have to do with trials, too?

"Yeah. That was the second trial in the first place, wasn't it? That's a pretty tight test."

"Really?

"Physically, too, but mentally horrible. First of all, they kept my body from moving."

Interestingly re-sitting the girl, Shiites will teach her the contents of the trial so as to include.

Soon, the people around me were back to work.

Therefore, no one will listen to it.

"I am drugged whether it is a medicine that temporarily enhances my magic or holy water. This tastes bad."

"Huh."

The name varies from region to region, but it is poison to be called holy water in the king's capital. That, too, is classified as death, ferocious poison, if mistreated.

You can temporarily activate your magic by forcing magic into your body and triggering antibody reactions in your body. It is also the reason why no sacrament is performed outside the church, because it is the same as the poison of a bee and from the second time there is a risk of death.

Originally, drinking this up was a testament to courage, and what was considered a rite of passage for adults was systematized by the Church.

But that's not a big deal, Jose.

Sa 'Alan. That's prep, Shiitz says.

"After that, it's going to be dark. This is another spiritual crucible."

"Erase the candle or something, right?

"I will. It's really dark. It doesn't look like anything. My body doesn't move, and I can pack it up to my ears, so there's no sound. Left to be done nothing, just left alone in the dark. Besides, don't tell me when it's gonna end."

"That sounds... spicy"

In fact, in fulfilling the liturgy of Sacred Separation, here is why it is considered dangerous.

be left alone in the dark to face the self.

My body is also kept from moving, and I even get suspicious of my senses up and down gradually.

At first, he feels bored, and by continuing, he gradually paralyzes his sense of time.

A minute seems like an hour, and I don't even know if I was asleep or awake right now.

Because of holy water, or because of darkness, we even see hallucinations, and the past and the present become cloudy.

Even the slightest pain is accentuated, and even the slightest hunger becomes unbearable.

If you want to hold on to yourself in a way that you melt around, or that your surroundings take in on you, you will become familiar with nature and what you are going to be.

In modern times, it is a dangerous practice that can also be used for torture and brainwashing, and many become traumatized after it is over. He has a blood clot in prolonged confinement until he dies.

Children who do not end up establishing themselves (identity) are particularly dangerous, sometimes losing sight of themselves and touching their minds.

Therefore, other than an ambitious man who bets on odds like a beating but tries to get magic and become one, or a protégé with a great duty like a nobleman, he avoids this sacrament and does it with simplicity.

"It sounds tough, but you don't really feel it, I knew it"

"I guess. Normally, people who can use magic are precious."

"But as far as I could tell, I didn't know why Pais was. Sometimes you think your father and Shiites can learn magic from that girl, right?

"Well, there is..."

"What?"

"Do you say it's hard to put into words, what a good explanation to do"

Shiites thinking mummy.

In fact, it's terribly difficult to try to put sensory things into words.

It's like telling me to explain in theory how to breathe, and when I thought about it, the guy had something to flicker about.

"Ma'am, you can try lifting your arms a little bit."

"Like this?"

I was told, the girl with her right hand up.

At first glance, he also looks like a new squire who asks permission to speak.

"Now, when you raised your hand, what power did you use?

"Uh... um... force of arms? You know, I used this side or something fleshy in my hand."

"That's it. You don't know what you used to move your arms, what fuel you used, what you thought and what you moved."

"I'd be happy if you used your belly tape meat as fuel to move it."

In a girly joke, Shiitz responded with a gentle laugh.

Jose and others are still in their growing early teens, so they are going to be more feminine.

There was such certainty in Shiites, but I don't think it was because of the woman's heart that I told her not to.

"Same goes for the second trial. It's hard to manipulate intentionally how and what magic is being activated. So you have to hold on to what you want to do."

"Can Pace do that?

"The only thing Boy can do is take a look at this, too. Manipulating this magic, as I said, leads to knowing yourself. That's what many wizards do to the children of nobles and knights. Since I was a little girl, I've worked out my body and my sword, figured out what I could and couldn't do, and I became my lord. Boy, that's more than a full score, right?

"Oh, I see. So your father thought he might be able to do it."

That's what I'm talking about.

That would be the end of the conversation, it seemed no mistake that Shiites thought.

Jose lifts his hips out of the barrel, gently tucks his butt and drops the dirt.

"Your daughter just has to wait for the boy to come home to learn his magic"

"I will. Thanks for letting me know. Sorry to interrupt."

"It's fine. It was delicious, melon. Please plug it in again anytime."

"Then maybe this time after winter. Looks like he was already raw."

Be careful, but the man who drops off his husband's daughter.

He still has a pile of work to do after this.

But Shiites was hiding the key thing.

Your daughter is still sweet, with a damn grin.

It was in the special nature of the boy that Shiites and Casserole thought to make the pastry receive another liturgy of holiness. That's what I hid from Jose.

There are three processes to acquiring magic.

It's three things: activating magic, perceiving magic, and manipulating magic.

Of these, it was in recent years that we began to rely on medicines and holy water for activation. It used to be more desolate.

The perception of magic is difficult. The magic in your body is what everyone has had since birth, and it's hard to tell you to feel it first.

It's like telling you to feel the air in your lungs or the iron in your blood.

From a normal human being, I could say this part is the hardest.

The manipulation of magic is also as if it moves differently from person to person, and the magic thus expressed is a thousand different.

What you express as the magic of instantaneous movement, what you express as the magic of far-sightedness, what you express as the power to move things. It is very diverse.

It's the same as what people look like when they look at the cloud shape. Individually different and natural, such as how to perceive shapeless objects.

That Kirinko must do it without difficulty, at least the most difficult perception of magic. If you can do the hardest part, it goes without saying.

Shiites was so sure, albeit contrived.

Perceiving what was not originally conscious is close to finding a mistake in just one painting. It takes a lot of luck for a normal person to find out what is an "object of search” from a large painting.

I was shown a landscape painting, and I was told that only one place was wrong, and if I didn't know the real painting, I couldn't find it.

But Pais whispers that there may be two paintings.

It also shows a little face in the archery of swordsmanship.

It's a move that revolts around what is the only answer in you and what your movements are like for that “right answer”.

The same goes for me when I'm helping run the territory.

I don't make a trial and error, but suddenly I find the right answer from within me.

There is a painting of the correct answer within itself, abrupt enough to point out something different from it.

Only my parents and Shiites know the special nature of such a next lord so far.

"Boy, you'll do it."

So crushed, the man went back to the dirt mess.