Sweet Reincarnation

Three weeks after the pastry learned the magic of [transcription].

Finally, when he got used to his magic, too.

There was a rush inside the Mortairn family that day.

"Admiral, I've been collecting them!!

"Keep it in the back. It sucks to be a caged castle here. Hide all the villagers, how many days?"

"Three days. You don't eat one meal a day, but if you have seven days, it's exquisite."

"That's all I need."

You can hear the doozy running footsteps from here and there, and the noise of chatter and carrying things comes from there.

Still another young man. No, the boy ran into the lord's hall.

"Father, I'm done contacting everyone in the village."

"All right, Pais stay put and help me prepare Shiites for defense."

"Yes."

With the same rush as when he came in, Pastry walks out of the house again.

If you think about the reason for this rush, it's a waste of time just walking slowly.

- Bandits show up.

Reports of the emergence of bandits brought with a report that villages in the already neighboring Knights of Liptauer had been burned down on looting.

With this news, the top men of Mortairn territory moved quickly, starting with Sir Knight.

Temporarily seal off villages outside the main village, along with an immediate run. All the wells were filled, materials and food were taken out and houses, fields were destroyed.

The demolition of the house was to prevent it from being used by bandits to make it a root castle, whereby those who lost their homes would once be hidden in the main village.

The blockade outside this main village has the thought of a "defensive strategy against thieves” that was prepared in advance.

The Knights of Mortairn have many wastelands, and none can be called a forest. When bandits try to get a certain amount of water and food together for dozens of people, they anticipate the fact that they must invariably attack the village.

Therefore, by daring to abandon the other two villages, we attract the thieves to the main village. Sporadic irregular warfare that the bandits' kind would be good at. The aim is to prevent guerrilla warfare where it is said in modern times.

This strategy was also drawn for the reason that peasant militias would be the majority in number due to the warfare circumstances held by Sir Knight.

The power of peasant militia subjects is weak for enduring warfare. If it's instantaneous, it still needs to be trained to fight while it lasts.

For example, in sports, let's say you made a team just for amateurs. As the other person is a professional, it would be possible for an amateur to push in the short term with momentum. But the more time passes, the more disadvantageous it is to the amateur. In the sense of fighting, there is the same truth.

That's why we had to aim for a short-term showdown, avoiding sporadic fights against guerrillas that are prone to long-term fights.

It is the belly-hearted Shiites of the lord who understands even without being told the strategy of that lord.

And it was only Pastry, my son.

"Pais, we can help you with something."

"Yeah, well, maybe we're from Lady Pais. Ugly."

Formally an adult, but still small, Pace was in charge of organizing and managing supplies while preparing for defense.

This is because there are undoubtedly only a limited number of people in the territory who can calculate more than five digits, of which the man of the position most responsible was the son of the lord.

Such a smart boy has something to call a playfriend.

That's Marcarlo and Luminito, “self-proclaimed“ next Lords direct. Together they are the second most notorious villain in the realm as prank-loving children, two children. It's hard to see who's causing the most notoriety. That guy is looking at you two now with a tiny eye.

It is common for the world to turn red if exchanged with Zhu, but it seems right to replace Zhu with the Lord in this case.

"Please don't give me goosebumps like that from the two of you. And if your hands are empty, gather the stones while you stay away from the village fence."

"Stone. Whatever the size."

"It depends on allowances and more than the throwable size of the marc and lumi. Needless to say, it's more dangerous than thieves are entering the territory. If something sounds far away, whatever that sounds like, let's just run into the fence first. If you feel like you see something weird, run inside the fence first before you know what it is."

"Okay."

"Leave it to me. I'm good at stone throwing."

"No, no, don't throw it, just collect it."

When it comes to helping children, they are now precious.

As much as I want to borrow one of the cats' hands, I have a lot to do.

No matter how much you prepare, it's not too much.

By the way, if asked why the bad boys specialize in stone throwing, everyone would reply that the cause is the next lord of silver hair. I have been happy to imitate even the other kids because this guy is the one who takes the initiative to soften the stone throw.

After carrying the stone into the fence about four times after such a handful of evil. It was the fifth time I was collecting stones.

Far away slight signs arrived in the ears of a child who was crouching in and picking up stones that seemed to throw hard.

"Hey, did you hear anything?

Your ears are made of goblins.

One crack of the bad boy stood up with a stone in his right arm and clothes.

Look far away in the chilly late autumn breeze.

In his eyes there seemed to be a black grain on the far side of the plain.

"A bandit!!

"Yay!!

The screams of the boys who rushed into the fence become alarming, even without trying.

The first person to hear the voice was the villager who was alerting the handover board by the fence. He was only in the second half of forty years, but his movements were agile.

In front of the fence. Pull the long, thick plate that was hanging about 5 to 6 m wide into the fence and roll it straight around there.

He then immediately ran inside the village and headed towards the Lords' Hall.

Along the way, there's a bandit out there, screaming.

Many of the villagers, who had already perceived the atmosphere beyond, welcomed a man running through with a shout with two reactions.

He who shuts the door of the house tightly and holds it down with household tools, and unloads the lid of the window and locks it in the house, and he who also has a rough nose, and runs with a wooden spear in his hand to the hall of the lord, and to the valleys and fences of the village border.

What appeared in front of the villagers in the noisy village was the Cavalier of Casserole-Mill-Mortellen, wearing armor and blocking the autumn breeze with his crisp body.

I told him to calm down and gather the villagers, and I proclaimed this where the minds gathered.

"Everybody, as you know, there's a bandit out there. It is clear that they intend to attack this village. Leave him alone, the man will be killed, the woman will be offended, and the child will be sold. Food will be taken away, and later all that remains will be a burned house layout. I won't allow it. So I ask everyone to be prepared. Anything you want to protect your family, take your weapon. Why don't we all join forces and get rid of the thieves from here? Let's ask. Are you ready!!

"" Whoa!!

A hunk of ear-busting voices from the gathered people. A cry similar to the men's anger.

Those on the spot felt the air literally trembled.

The territory of Mortairn is the territory of the Knight Lord, of which the contemporary Lord will be the first.

The mood of the men who have been trained in the days that can be described as pioneering from nothing is compelling inside.

In the first place, the first generation of the main village (Honzon) gathered that rain was scarce even if it was not about the desert, and life could be spent on the opening of a wilderness that could be called a wilderness.

Originally after the third son of a farmhouse in rural territory, or the youngest son of a fallen merchant, or a former mercenary who broke his body, that generation. It was they who responded to the call when the early story originally hung their hopes in difficulty to eat.

Better and harsher slaves than no place to go back if they chase us through this village. Starving or dying even on the run. People who understand better than anyone when they fall into such a situation.

Therefore, we are all aware, even without being told, that there is no later at the time of the closure of the other two villages.

Instead of dying without anyone knowing, here you are, protecting your family and dying.

The mood for rift was also such a manifestation of determination.

The villagers scattered all over the holding area have crude weapons in their hands.

Something with a wooden scythe with an iron blade bitten on the tip of the blade. Where did you pull it from, something with a wooden pile with dirt on it. A collection of stones the size of a potato, turning the shoulder to show the standing to throw.

"Soon the sun will set. The thieves are coming at night. Everyone, this evening is the mountain. Get in the mood!!

The lord himself.

Precious firewood was also used in the territory, and the voice sounded well in the midst of the fire being kindled.

One man approached the casserole and asked around in a hard listening voice amidst a militia that was stained, enriched and scattered across the holding area.

"Isn't it possible to wait for dawn and set it up at dawn, or maybe we'll see how it goes for a few days? In the dark, it would be detrimental to a thief without land exploration. Do you want to come even if you push the disadvantage?

There are those who dare speak against the opinion of Casserole, the lord.

Limited in the realm, such as those who are knights of war and who have given their loyal martial names a military opinion.

The suggestion was that the statement was a Shiites of the belly.

Our Lord and his deputy, who are also close friends, sometimes dare to conflict opinions in this way.

Because we have trust in each other, we dare speak out against our ears.

Doing so prevents overlooking each other and makes thinking and ideas more flexible. It would be called the breathing of an abalone for ten years.

"Coming. They're probably failing to replenish food and supplies in a neighboring raid. You won't be able to imitate it over time."

The knight himself was quite sure. A thief has failed to replenish his supplies.

Hanging from last winter to this summer, there has been an unprecedented cold damage in Mortarn territory and proximity. The neighbor, the Knight Riptauer, is no exception, and it is a sure story that there are a significant number of starving deaths out there.

Though it is a richer land than its own territory, I don't think it was a situation that could be stored.

Where we attacked a village with nothing to store, we know what we can get. You'll be eating up by the time you get here.

"But I'm sure it is. Then there's nothing. Rumor has it Sir Liptauer is righteous. You could have borrowed it yourself and provided food support to the inhabitants. Besides, the thief may have taken it as long as he could lump it in the Count's territory. If you can afford thieves, you might avoid pushing them. Then you won't be able to ignore the fatigue on this side of the night."

"Mmm."

All night with extreme tension.

There will be considerable accommodation on the part of the Mortarn Army, not only young people, but also peasants engaged in manual labour. If this one gets fatigued and the thief rests well to improve his strength before attacking him, he creates a pretty unfavourable situation.

To think about it, Sir Knight said slightly. Anxiety has arisen, I may say.

Hiraki, and the silver-haired boy who looked sideways, also wanted to hear his opinion.

"What does Pace think"

"Uh-huh. You lack information. The food situation of thieves will not be clear no matter how many speculations. Therefore, the maneuver you can rely on is hard. The best thing would be to be precise about the food situation and the power of the war. Weighing the exact amount is fundamental to doing anything."

"Right...... ok!!

Casserole jumped on the horse, wondering what his son had to say and what his best friend had to say.

It is usually a horse that combines farmed horses, but its body can also be called excellent as a military horse.

Even if you just look at the horses that make you hear the roar, you can ask that Sir Knight was always conscious of the battle and armed. As for the mindset of the military, it is a splendid thing, and in this setting preparedness is useful.

"Shiites, you come too"

"What are you doing?

"It's a forced reconnaissance. Now you can take one guess."

"Absolutely, my generals are rough with people"

Shiitz, too, was riding a horse at some point.

Seeing that I would have prepared a horse for myself, I might have expected this to happen to some extent when I presented it to the Lord.

"Pace, I'll take care of it while I'm gone. If a thief attacks you while I'm gone, protect them as a matter of priority, except on the north side. In case you miss a run when you hit one, me and Shiites are gonna make a big detour and go back from the north."

"Okay. Be careful."

A handover plate can be hung on the wire.

The two masculinities who rush off dazzle to bear the evening shadow.

The next lord, entrusted with the later, also cut up early to drop off his father and moved quickly.

Catching two friends who were choking around secretly gives the directive without saying whether or not.

"Marc, you need a message from Coantro."

"To my father? Leave it to me."

"Koanthro should be going to protect the western jaws. The message reads," Let the lights of the fire and arrows signal an enemy attack. "Can you go?

"Fire arrows signal an enemy attack, right? All right, I'm coming."

At times like this, it helps to be a child who doesn't hate walking at all.

Among other things, if only physical strength can be an excessive illness, it runs all over the place without being told.

It was Pace's discretion to say the fire arrow was a signal. Fool, to be honest, my father and Shiites went for a powerful reconnaissance on horseback, and when I gave the order, a squire with little command experience wouldn't know what it means, and I'm unnecessarily confused.

Pais decided that the timing of his troubles was at his discretion.

There is certainty that he will always return from reconnaissance more than my father and Shiites left with a horse. My father's horse, which is also a reward for the martial arts medal, and the Shiites horse that goes with it, have fast feet. It's a northern horse that even the Count family only has enough to count, and it's not a horse leg that bandits can catch up to.

disease. If it's just reconnaissance, that's enough. Definitely coming back intact first.

But I was concerned about the time of sunset.

If it's just reconnaissance, it's fine if Shiites follows. Even if he escapes, he guarantees his father's [instantaneous travel] escape in case. The horse may be going to be thrown away, but there's a good chance the two of them can go back intact.

But when it comes to running away without dumping the horse, the story is different. There are two horses that weigh five to six people converted into people. In my father's magic, the weight limit is severe.

As a result, you will run away, but in the darkening, if you let the horse run in a considerable hurry, you must also consider the possibility that the sense of direction will deviate.

Though there is a lot of land exploration, we know exactly where it is from above what runs at high speeds. It's in the dark, too. Plus, while dozens of bandits chase you if you do poorly. It is quite difficult.

It's easy to understand when you think about running in a room with lights out at night. It is extremely difficult when it comes to running there at speeds of dozens of kilometers an hour, even though it is difficult just to move horribly by hand.

So, the fire arrow comes out.

Fire arrow lights would seem comfortable to help the two of us who would rush back to landmark the firewood fire. It's a dark room, just like the lights on hand.

"Lumi tells Glasage to prepare the fire arrows. After the fathers left, if they heard the horse's foot sound again even slightly, they said to shoot the fire arrow towards the sound."

"Is that good? You might hit an arrow in the hall, right?

"If you're a father or a Shiitz, you'll change direction the moment you look at the fire arrow. Probably heading north around the west. After that, you'll rendezvous with the people on the west side and do well. Firstly, do you think that father would be hit by a detached arrow that he shot pretty far away?

"I can't imagine at all. He's the one who avoids flirting from behind to throwing stones."

"Isn't it? Well, I think the stone will hit you at some point."

A child laughs without any shards of tension.

Even assuming the harshness of the flirtation of throwing stones against the lord, the next lord who makes it good is also probably a bad boy.

After dropping off the same generation of boys who ran to the decree, the loose air until earlier changes.

The grown-ups running around busily were about to be swallowed by the vibe.

"One hand, I will prepare the measures. Gather the children."

"Hee, hee!!

Some rush back into the village.

The villagers, who were able to speak, thought that they would prepare a hand to escape because they would gather the children.

I wonder what the next lord will strike his only hand at to let the children alone escape to a safe place.

but the person at the time had different thoughts.

My father said it was probably because even if he did, he would force the bandits to take a short showdown.

When my fathers come back, worst of all, I might deal with all the thieves at once.

No, it probably will. The two are trying to settle for a single battle. That's what my two eyes said.

It was a paice not confident in my tactical eye or military experience, but it also seemed like a beating. I trust it only makes sense that the two ancient warriors are doing it.

That's why I try to prepare a hand to meet it.

Pais awaits his father's return as he aligns the gathered children.

Running a considerable distance to the edge of the village and returning from the decree, Marcarlo and Luminito laugh damned when they see the children gathered at the base of the pastry.

Because what we had in the hands of boys and girls was something we knew very well.

"Marc, Lumi, thank you for the decree. I'm gonna need both of you to help me out soon."

"Damn, having it means you're gonna let us do it too."

"Of course. You two are better than me."

What the kids have in their hands is a strange rope like a string.

I know it's hemp string, but the string that's folded back about the length of my hand, it's got a cloth on it about inside.

There is only one use for this string. It is a stone thrower.

Although it is one of the weapons known as stone throwing strings, it takes mastery to handle it.

And for some reason more than a few years ago, Mortaire children grew up with this as a play tool, so they were better at handling it.

Among other things, the two-top of the evil group is a loud adult about 200m away. He's good enough to hit a target.

"On the east side, we are ready for an example. You know how to get away with this, don't you?

"I'll take care of it. I'm going to drain my fathers. Go ahead."

When the children were also ready, one reward jumped in. It was a reward, and a bad news, for the unrelenting imposition of tension by the inhabitants.

From Pace's point of view, it belongs to the worst of what I assumed.

"Your lord and shiites are being chased by a few thieves."

"Did you shoot the fire arrow?

"Already twice. Your lords are heading west."

"Get ready for interception immediately. We don't have time for this."

As the silver-haired boy expected, it didn't take that long for the bandit's rough roar and violence to strike the village.