Sweet Reincarnation

"Did I just snatch the thief?

One night after the bandit raid. The next morning.

The report was delivered to Shiites, who run to the ex-post processing.

"Yeah, do you say you got caught, do you say you chased him, it was a child who got caught... no, the young man is still a child, but yeah, well"

"I don't know. Calm down and talk!!

"Actually..."

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Two horseback rides run as bandits from dozens confuse.

I can't move on, I can't retreat. It can only be targeted at horseback assaults, such as groups that remain confused and hardened.

Furthermore, more than thirty thieves had already been knocked down when they took the form of pinched front and back, stabbed from behind if they cared about the front, and stabbed from the front if they cared about the back.

"Thieves, drop your weapons and surrender. Otherwise, I will not forgive you. Repeat. Drop your weapons and surrender!!

Casserole's voice sounded good.

Still, the thieves who are still slaughtered can be truncated with or without permission.

Several people with ropes on their hips or some who have given up resistance indicate their intention to abandon their weapons and surrender.

The Mortarn army has defeated the people.

Here and there, men screaming for victory.

Women and children who respond to that voice with joy freed from anxiety.

They, they are intoxicated by their sense of accomplishment and openness.

In the meantime, the lords and conscripts still had things to do.

Collect the abandoned weapons, and the surrendered ones and the fallen thieves, and the thieves will tie them up in remembrance. That took quite a while.

The weapons collected and some money and clothes that the thieves were carrying can be divided into those who committed themselves to defending the main village and cooperated in the conscription.

Luckily it was not the dead, but the injured would be enough in both hands. Some have had their fingers cut off, and some have lost one eye. Credit punishment is common sense in the world to meet their contributions.

And the thieves shall be thrown and gathered in one place, and the men that were the LORD, leaving watch, shall gather in front of the house of the LORD.

From now on, it's a post-war process.

"Next, Glasage in Zarsden"

"Yes."

"One defeated him, contributing to the front defense aide. Reward a spear and a piece of silver coin"

Oh, and cheers from around.

Zarsden is the name of the main village and externally becomes the official name of the territorial capital. However, it is a strange story to determine the territorial capital among the three villages, but it is the name of the village that is the center of Mortairn territory.

Grassage is the man who was in front of the enemy in charge of Pace and becomes a squire in his capacity. He would have formally assisted the next lord, and it was also this man who fired the arrows at the order of the boy in the matter.

Being given a spear means that he was granted a medal of martial arts, and in addition, the envy and amazement surrounded him for the reward of a single piece of silver coin.

"Next, Luminito in Marcarlo, Zarsden"

"Yes, yes, yes"

"I wonder why you two call it together."

to the name of the next called, in a different way than earlier.

They called me because I was a kid who wasn't even old enough.

That too, kid with the prankster Letters all over the place.

"They both worked brilliantly, unbeatable by adults. Give each one a sword. And a bag of barley. This is for both of us. You can brag when you get home."

"Yikes!!

"A stone's throw for evil can help sometimes."

"Must be. But if you come after me like this, I'm gonna break the cage next time."

Laughter fills the surroundings.

Two kids who are just pissed off everyday. This moment today is undoubtedly the moment they become heroes.

So much so that they have received verbal praise from everyone and are unfamiliar with it that they have embarrassed themselves the other way around.

To those two blushing people, my best friend calls out.

"You're both good at it."

"Hehe, not as good as Pace, but we're gonna do pretty good too, right?

"Yes, it was an activity inside"

"By the way, I need a little help. We can't carry it alone."

A bag of barley given as a reward.

It's big enough for adults to struggle with carrying it. In terms of weight, it weighs about the same as the weight of a marc or lumi.

It's not the weight that a child can hold alone on a boulder, and both of us are going to get fuzzy.

So help me, they say.

Of course, carry the pride of today's heroes. I don't have any objections to my friend Pais, but I carry them out for three.

The adults around me will be proud to drop it off like my own.

It was Marcarlo's house that brought him in.

Marc, the house of Coantro, a squire, and son, is naturally fed here as well.

Coantro himself, the head of the family, is still running after the war, so his wife, daughter and son are in the house. From Marc's point of view, he had a mother, a sister and a brother.

The mother, who on a daily basis only speaks a sermon if she opens her mouth, was also pleased that her son has returned safely only today.

I don't even drop my cock, I hug my returning son.

"Mom, I'm home."

"Welcome home, Marc, I'm glad you're home safe. Are you hurt? I was worried."

"I'll be fine. Look more than that. The lord gave me the sword. And wheat. It's half as good as the Lumi family, but it's awesome."

"My brother is amazing."

"Chiuuuuu"

Proud Marc. Pull the sword you just got, dragging it from sheath to sheath, but straining it on your hips.

In general, standing up for a martial arts medal is a typical success story, and the sword of the waist that embodies it is something that everyone admires.

"I wish you'd just come home unharmed. Young lady, I think this idiot son has caused you trouble."

"No. Marc and Lumi were splendid. I'm sure it will be a human resource that must be in Mortaire territory in the future. Today's reward is what they won without complaining. Now feed him hungry."

"Yes. I'll put more on my arm to make a treat."

Of all the wheat I unloaded on the floor once, I have to take half of it to Lumi's house.

Here, Pace devises a way so that half is not unfair.

After letting Marc divide it so that it was exactly bisected, he made Lumi choose which one to take home.

If this is the case, it is difficult to get dissatisfaction from both that it is unfair.

Many of the Lord's tasks involve the right to trial.

The bulk of every dispute is a compromise of profits, like who is assigned fewer jobs, who whose house used extra powdering than the others, or who has fewer firewood allocations. It is not an unnatural idea to think that it is the arms as lords that govern it, and that they have shown that one scale.

In the sense of eliminating the sense of injustice as much as possible, Marc's mother and others were impressed with this division. From the point of view of the person in question, it was nothing but common sense. With modern pedagogical literacy, most people come up with it.

Deliver the safely halved wheat to Lumi's house.

Here again, now Luminito has been screwed by his family.

In the case of this house, Lumi's grandfather, a former squire, was still alive, so he was delighted in addition to his grandson's first formation and first handles.

If you look at me holding my grandson in tears, I exaggerate too much, and I hesitate to put it in my mouth.

"Well done, Boulder is my grandson. It's really great to be able to help you and your young people this year."

"Ouch, Grandpa, my spine breaks. Break ~"

"Yeah, yeah, now my house will be Antai in the future. Well, let's set up a place to celebrate."

Here, the people who have been rewarded with alcohol in good time made their faces look bad.

The banquet broke down in places where there was no earliest relationship, such as the children's hands-on story.

During an exciting and chilling victory celebration, two non-Pace youths snuck out of the field.

Either way, the two of us are just playing pranks every day. It belongs to your hand to get out. The reason I came out was simple, and I was simply tired of the unfamiliar storm of praise.

Glad to hear it, but tired of being unfamiliar is a principle that has not changed between East and West in ancient times.

The two of them occasionally hit the sheath of the sword they just got, but still don't let go of the sword.

What they headed for was a barn temporarily holding a thief.

It was Marc's curiosity to take a good look at the opponents we fought in the first place.

Even when it comes to thieves, the opponents are the ones who even the Count Army handled.

If you hand over your figure to Count Ratesh, you will naturally receive a bounty. For even as Count, it would be more meritorious to praise the fruits of a successful crusade than the decency of getting rid of it.

Although the size of the forehead depends on the bargaining power of Sir Mortairn, if he is also the leader of the main culprit, he can at least compensate for the cost of this war and the losses that have sealed off two villages outside his main village. Assuming that the price of the neck is proportionate even if it is rampant outside the Count's territory, and if the entire handle is presented to the Count, the return will be quite significant.

Incidentally, a bunch of cluttered men, other than the chief, were also tortured to extract information, apparently. They are destined to be sold off as slaves. Mines, laboratories, battlefields? Either way, they don't live six months from now.

What is it like to be a man who has become a bandit while knowing he will fall into such a tragic fate?

It is the same for everyone who is interested, bigger than adults if it is also a curiosity for children.

Marc, who headed for the barn, flaunts his face with what had drifted along the way.

Smell of blood. And the body odor of a thief who hasn't bathed in months. The smell of drooling manure. The stench, which cannot be said to have become a mixture of them, is no good for a child's sensitive nose.

"Don't make me stink."

"I agree."

A barn is a warehouse-like building in a village.

It is used as a storage to prevent rain exposure to tools such as "suki". It's a common storage area for the village, a building that the villagers carry around and manage.

It may be said that the construction is more coarse than the storage.

A wall of a single plate with a gutter wind. The floor is uneven ground. It can't even be a place where people wake up in flattery.

"What are you guys. Kids can't get close because they're dangerous."

"That's good, about a minute"

"Oh, wait here. To tell you not to go into the barn."

Sneaking under the groin of the adults watching the building, the two break into the barn.

Thieves rolling over tightly tied up.

More than twice as popular as blood, they stare at the two children who came into the barn.

Big adult. Marcarlo and Luminito were also frightened by the bloody and harsh men.

I can't help but be drunk by the temper of those who have literally killed people by boulders, to say how many evil children.

Still, Marc vanished with the intention of dressing up on Lumi, who was somewhat frightened to hide behind him.

"Hey, why? It's no big deal."

I don't care how you fix it, you look freaked out and shivering, but I guess it has a man's look, albeit a child.

He scolds his trembling feet and leans closer to the thieves.

How dangerous is that? They don't know. If you knew, and you were two people who would leave the name of the evil hungry ghost at random (as you wish), it would be a daily tea meal to the point of daring to step into danger.

"Hey, hungry guy."

Low, roaring voice.

The child trembled victoriously at the drum-like call, which rang all the way to the back of his belly.

"The sword you're lowering to your hips. What is it?"

It was the man who was the head of the thief who spoke up.

In his eyes, obviously, the child had an undisputed sword.

"Don't be scared here."

"Answer me, hungry ghost. I'm asking you what happened to that sword."

"I beat you guys, I got a ho reward."

"Right."

Talked to the kid, man with twice the scary face. His name is Helm.

Helm is the head of the thief. I used to lead a mercenary regiment, and I'm never retarded.

In terms of arm punch and driving, it is also acknowledged from around there.

He wanted to do something about the current situation of his captivity. I threw it in the trash a long time ago, such as the goodness of giving up. If you don't survive by sipping the sludge, you won't be able to face those who let you escape and survive.

He was serious now.

I can't do anything bad now that the watch is on every building from the outside. But if we use the children in front of us well, we may be able to solve the prisoner's situation. Think.

So, fu, one idea came to mind on the man's head.

"Hey boys. Give me that sword."

"Oh, you didn't say anything stupid. Who's gonna lend you something?"

"Give it to me because it's good. That sword was my sword. Actually, I have a little secret. I'll be on death row, but before I do, I want you to know how to use my sword."

"Real use?

"Ooh too. He'll be able to use magic if he handles it well."

"Is that true!!

Magic.

A mystery that can only be used by a very limited number of humans in this world.

Depending on how you use it, it is a great power that can also be a hundred manpower, and people who can use magic can be expected to have at least the degree of quasi-knight jazz class (so-called authorized jury for riding).

If you want to be made up of civilians, you can shortcut the shortest distance.

The power that everyone admires. If my best friend became a wizard a few weeks ago, the thought is true.

"Okay, hold that sword, fire. Remember to come out."

"Here, here?

"Hey, don't listen to him."

Marcarlo pulls the sword out of the sheath and sets it up.

The boy, who lacked life experience and was surrounded by strict but gentle adults, was too young to realize cunning malice.

"Yeah, well, you're good at it. It's all in there."

"Well, hey, I guess so."

"Whoa, stop."

Luminito tries to stop, but if he has enough ears to honestly listen to people's advice, he's not a bad boy or anything.

"So I think of the spell, because all this is dangerous. I can't even tell your friends. Hey, give me your ear."

Marc, who had just been praised scattered by the adults.

Praised even by thieves, his nose is already stretched out like a pinocchio.

I looked up to the bandit without any doubt. The thief grinned at the way it looked.

It was a people-loving laugh, but nothing was on the spot to realize it was a damn laugh.

"What the hell is that spell!!

Gaps made to keep your face close.

He seems completely defenseless while holding his sword out. The moment the boy stays close, the bandit turns on himself who was tied up. He leaned against his sword and cut his rope, beating him with that hand he was free.

Marc, who was suddenly punched in the stomach, threw out what he had just eaten on the ground and stuck his face into his puking diarrhea where he squatted.

The sword you accidentally let go is in the hands of a thief or something.

"Yikes!!

Almost at the same time a boy in good shape was snapped through his nose pillar on every stomach.

Lumi, who was with him, was slashed with a sword.

Praiseworthy would be Luminito, who had a reaction he didn't think was a child. On the pattern of his sword, which he was about to pull out, the sword waved by the thief was plundered.

As a result, he did not have to be fatally injured at the critical place, but was still slashed around his stomach and skipped, and his chest to the area of his trousers just happened to turn red.

"What the fuck!!

"Ew, we're gonna have to run to the boulder."

Even though it is usual for pranksters to do evil, the noise of disturbances leaks outside.

For a moment, the man who was the head sees the guys who are caught as well, but he didn't seem to have room for it.

The people watching the building slipped in instantly, and people kept coming together.

I had to choose the one hand of escape.

But you can't just be the kind of guy who normally runs away.

"Clear the way. If I interrupt, this hungry ghost's neck will fly!!

Helm grabbed the squatting marc with one hand and ran out with his sword on his neck muscle.

Villagers who have been shielded from the lives of their children are forced to flee with the momentum of men and without being able to besiege them.

This is the form in which the lack of mindset to the events of the peasant death has been exposed.

If you're a normal person, if you can poke two choices in front of you: the life of a child and stopping criminals from fleeing, you'll be hesitant to choose either. It was a natural sight, to take it for granted.

Normally, however, there were people who didn't fit the two letters.

It's a pastry that I rushed to hear the noise. I found out two of my best friends were involved. His shape was rugged.

Drink all around right and left grownups.

"What are you doing? There, take care of the lumi right away. Priority for hemostasis. You may leave some wounds. Worst of all, burn the wound, but if you don't stop the bleeding, your life is in danger."

"Ha, ha!!

"I just heard the story. Where did the thief escape?

"To the east..."

"It's convenient. I will follow the thief. [M] Tell that to your father and Shiites. Quick!!"

Quick as I can tell, Pace jumped out of the barn.

Riding a horse that was connected outside the barn, he headed east with a stunning handrail judgment.

The barn originally had space for horses, but it was temporarily connected outside to throw in the bandits.

There's only one horse that should be there.

Pais, who came to mind for that reason, ran the horse at the best possible speed.

The villagers, who dropped off the diseased horse shadow towards the east of the village, return to me after a while of mourning.

And I ran to tell the lord and his belly it depended.

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"So..."

"... you got hit"

Casserole and Shiites take the form of cold-water bathed in the joy of victory over each other.

Big enough to blow up, such as sleepiness all night in post-war treatment.

To those who were watching the building, the order they gave was, 'Never enter the barn, watch from the outside'. I can't imagine a child going in, and even chasing it takes the form of an earlier order getting in the way.

It was an order to consider the worst cases, such as if the bandits had wizards, and to burn every barn if they had to. The straw was originally piled in the barn.

There is no responsibility at all on the part of the ordered, it is an indescribable failure.

No, should I say that the event of sudden child intrusion has been used so well that there is no more by the enemy?

"In the east, you set all kinds of traps."

"That's where Boy was in charge. It was an awkward trap. Tension of yarn blackened with coal or massive pitfalls for one foot to the extent that the foot is taken"

On the eastern side of the village, Pais took the lead and consolidated his protection.

Regardless of the father or Shiites, I am aware of the contents, and from time to time I check how things are going. But it's still different from where we were in charge.

"Then I'll catch up..."

The original strategy was to start buying time in case the enemy went east and crush each dispersed enemy in the meantime.

Although this time it is a hand that was not even necessary to use, a number of traps aimed at buying time will be a great hindrance to escape.

If you poke without knowing, you'll have to stop with him. Pastry must have chased him because he knew it too.

Although we believe it is not difficult in itself to catch up with the bandits who let them escape, it is something else that Casserole and Shiites worry about.

"I still go after my son, too. Shiites stay and consolidate your defense."

"No, Admiral. The guy on the run is pretty armed. I'll go, you should be ready here in case."

What they care about is the captured child and Pais.

In terms of specific gravity, the child caught is more worried. It is quite unlikely that those who can handle swords in a crowd and use magic on them will be unconscious one-on-one.

So much so that the advantage of being able to use magic is huge.

But the boy who got caught is not a wizard. It could kill you just to say that if you do poorly, you'll get in the way of escape.

"Right. But you're not in danger alone. Take some of them."

"Then give me all those guys who don't have booze in them. Anyone who's going to be late, you just have to catch up later."

"Okay. Be careful."

Throw away all the heavy armor, etc., and rush out Shiites.

It takes longer to catch up than without a horse. No, it's inherently impossible to catch up on horses with people's feet.

How much the stopping will be. The man in a hurry had no other hand but to run.

It can be said that it was easy in itself to follow in the footsteps of the escaped thief.

A pile that was threaded, like I was forced to pull it out. A hole that stands out everywhere. Wreckage of ripped clothes. Because those, stalled leftovers were dotted.

If I hadn't known this group of traps, Shiites would have even remembered their reliability if I still thought it would have been quite tricky.

"Boy!!"

The man who screams. Shiitz squeezes his voice as does the whale waves on the battlefield.

The boy I've known since birth is like my own child to him as well. The desire to be safe is stuck in my mouth.

Catch up quickly, I hope.

But sometimes they are made to be betrayed by people's thoughts.

What Shiitz sees when he's out of breath.

sight that was sufficient to stop the leg.

Traces that clearly show there was a battle.

And a lot of blood left there. Blood clouds.

Above all, there was something in that blood that I saw.

A friend of his chosen sword for his son.

It's completely broken. When he sees it, Shiites visions the worst sight.

He shook off his worst imagination himself, and looked around, and a little further away, a horse was cut off.

Broken leg. In addition to that, if you saw where the neck was broken, they would have taken his leg in the trap of Pais, fell over momentum and broke the bone in his neck.

Next to it, another horse leans in sadly.

Two horses here. On top of that, if there are any battle marks, it is natural to think that the thief caught up with him and became a fighter.

And if there were no thieves or boys here, we'd have moved somewhere.

Where the hell have you been?

"Shiitz's husband, wait!"

From the village, some finally chased after me.

"It's too late to come. Apparently, a boy and a thief did it here. Do you have any idea where he went after this?"

The eastern direction of the village is where Shiites are now.

If so, he should be further east or in the north-south direction.

Shiites has been working his way through [Farsightedness] since just now, but I don't see any shadows or shapes.

"Damn, where have you been!!

Worst case.

The possibility that the thief was some kind of wizard and scratched the hostage boy, rather than the next lord. And the possibility that he's already been killed.

I can't help but think about it.

Split it up once and look for clues.

Some of the people who have caught up to us later, the exploration in total mobilization.

After a small hour of research.

I didn't find anything in the end.

"Sir, shouldn't we go back to the village once and let the Hall know?

"... right"

Shiits was the thought of chewing the umbilical cord.

If we're just going to let the thief get away with our own mess, they still grabbed the kid and went.

This bandit exorcism. I was supposed to be in full swing, and I regret it, and I pity myself.

Drop off and head back to the village, dragging your heavy feet, and Shiites heads to the hall.

It was supposed to be a path I knew on my own, but it just seemed like a terrible, far and steep journey today.

He who welcomed him to the Lords' Palace.

"Ah, Shiites, welcome home"

A boy with silver-haired eyes.

Pastry-Mil-Morthern. It was that person.