Sweet Reincarnation

Located in the central part of the southern continent, the Kingdom of the Divine Praurich is one of the continent's leading powers.

The present king, counting the thirteenth generation, on the South Continent, where there is no end to war. His name is Carison-Pektarev-Hazbnois-Mill-Laud-Plourich.

Closer nobles call him His Majesty Loud, but closer friends and others call him Carrison. In general, it is officially known as His Majesty King Plourich.

His governance is regarded as good governance, and his diplomatic stance, which does not cause major strife, is highly regarded by neighboring territories.

If future generations of historians will remember him, I would almost rate him famous, but just before such an incumbent king took office. Just twenty years ago, in fact, we had come to the brink of national survival.

At the time, Prince Carison I, who had just grown up, and the young prince/princess were left behind and the twelfth king collapsed.

In an attempt to take this opportunity, three neighbouring countries came under attack in alliance with each other.

In the First Prince, who passed through young and was described as young, there was no way that the country would be successfully wrapped up, and also the brother of the twelve kings, then great nobility and duke. From the prince to the person who hits his uncle, he joins hands with a foreign country to conspire.

Invasion from the three parties, after attaching itself to the enemy to the heavy town of the nation. Several attempts at interception all ended in failure, with enemy forces attacking just outside the Wang capital.

A large army of more than 20,000 enemy troops was to be intercepted on a plain near Wang Du, but the total number of Wang troops was less than a thousand at that time, he said.

At this time, it was Casserole-Benier who was on the side of the King's Army as a Knight's family squire. A young man who was then nineteen years old and had no nobility.

When the enemy forces settled in at night, they anticipated each other and dared to attack at night alone. Based on prior observations from the super distance, only the general dormitory is attacked, with four general necks in addition to the general's neck.

Enemy forces suddenly losing the majority of their senior commanders are confused. Prince Carrison's decision not to miss out on it is still a martial arts tradition spoken of in hero Tan.

More surprisingly, the prince absorbed his own aristocracy, which should have been attached to the enemy, on the spot and dared to reverse the invasion.

Neither the attacking side nor the main force was able to cope with the sudden counter-attack over his absence, which ended up being somewhat harmonious with the three countries that had attacked him under favorable conditions in the Kingdom of God.

And the prince, who departed from the enemy's invasion, was crowned the throne of the kingdom of God.

He gave the nobility of the knighthood and the Mortairn region, which he took in harmony from his enemies, as a territory, against Casserole-Benier, a meritorious man recognized by everyone.

Between the mountains and the mountains, it is a basin-like land, and possession is vague because it reconciled the mountains as a border, but that is why distributing heroes in the war made sense that it had no more deterrent effect.

But this Mortarn realm is poor with land anyway.

In a way, being told to rule this place can also be taken as punishment, and a king who doesn't make it good gives a lot of money by trying to squeeze an empty vault after the war.

It is a large sum of money, a thousand pieces, made into Plowlich gold coins, and it is broken in view of the fact that the general post-war bounty was twenty gold coins, even for the Viscount.

Based on this bounty, the development of Mortairn territory began.

With the gut exception of the stone pieces, dig back into the rocky, hardened ground and take them all out of the bounty in the first few years of the unlikely harvest. It was clear to everyone's eyes that it would have been a series of hardships.

Some years later, the king heard reports that the management of Mortairn territory had begun to get on track, saying he was pleased besides.

However, no matter how big the money, the principle of reducing it if used remains unchanged.

In the world, even if it's revolving gold, it's the same as if it didn't leave at hand.

The public is also intelligently made.

Among other things, when we wage war and so on, what leaves is extremely large. I wish I had something I could retrieve from my enemies, but otherwise I would leave.

As things stood, the Mortairn vault presented a winter appearance one foot earlier than the season.

"No money."

"Admiral, that's what I was saying earlier. We'll talk about what to do with it."

Among the Mortairn territories, the largest village is Zarsden. The human being in the territory is a village called the main village (Honzon), with a current population of approximately 130 people. Because it holds the village of Kochen, known as the West Village, and the population of Kirchen, known as the East Village.

The population of the main village itself is roughly just over 50. The number of people is ambiguous because household registration is a monkey. Because taxation units are house-by-house, it's very fluid how many people are in each house. This is the same in every territory, and Mortairn territory is still well managed.

The largest mansion in its main village, arguably, is the Lordship Hall of Mortairn.

It is a house inhabited by casseroles and pais, and in fact the rooms of Shiites also have one room in this hall. Only because the number of rooms is wasted.

There is a room in such a hall that is rare in the territory and has a sofa installed.

It is a room commonly referred to as the clerk's office, and the troubles in the knightly realm are mostly discussed in this room.

There are currently three people in this room.

Three people: Lords' Casserole, Shiites, the belly of Lords' aides, and Pastry, who will be the next Lords.

Even when compared in the public, the three of them enter the smart category of human beings.

They can argue from military science to economic discourse in a world that is considered to be knowledgeable if they can also read and write letters and add and subtract arithmetic.

If the three of you come by, it's also called literary wisdom. Problems occur on and off the territory every day, but if the three of them deepen their arguments, most of the problems can be solved to the extent that they can be grasped.

At least until now it has been.

But I couldn't even find the thread to solve this problem.

i.e., the spreading of spending associated with banditry raids, is a problem.

This time, among other things, we are closing two villages.

It takes manpower, effort and money to dig back the wells you buried, and it takes time and expense to rebuild the crushed house. Because of the scarcity of timber resources in the territory, it is also a cost push factor that must be imported from outside.

Regardless of the main village where the fields were safe, the residents of the other two villages, east and west, must be provided with food that goes beyond the winter, and the fields must be repaired again.

How much gold is not enough refers to a situation like now.

"Even if I give it back, it hurts that I let the head of the thief get away"

"That won't start, but if you did catch him, you'd have talked differently."

If other lords or foreign countries are at war with their opponents, they can often take compensation at the time of harmony, or they can screw up war expenses with the ransom of captured knights or nobles, etc. War, if won, is profitable.

If it's a wizard who's cost effective, it's not uncommon to make one fortune out of it.

But this time it was a fight with a bandit, so I can't use that hand.

In the case of bandit extermination, there are three main ways to recover war expenses.

It's a wave of stolen goods, bounty money, and security restoration effects.

Collecting stolen goods would be an easy loot for the amateur to understand.

They get instant hardware: treasures that bandits accumulate, armor helmets that they wear, livestock such as horses and robbers they collect, and money to sell thieves who fall into slavery.

Even modern Japanese fairy tales known by Pace and others are indispensable to the analogy.

Talk about Taro being haunted by ghosts taking their share back from the island, or the forty bandits coming out on Arabian Night hiding their gold and silver treasures along with the sesame word for open sesame.

This can be described as a short-term and immediate economic effect.

But this time the thief is an interception after being banished once in Count's territory.

Assuming that the bandits would have lumped their treasures, the treasures should have been hidden in the Earl's territory. Most of the wealth is already in the Count's pocket.

The escaped thieves did not possess any great fortune, and the armored swordsmen have been given instant rewards.

Bounty is the bounty that hangs on the thief's neck.

It is hung by a person killed by a bandit a family member or friend, by a villager or townsman who is being victimized who tries to take measures without relying on a lord, or by a lord who is out of reach because of various circumstances, who tries to do something with the cost.

In this world and elsewhere, there are people who make a living using this as a pillar of their earnings. It's a kind of mercenary called a bounty hunter who goes around earning these prizes in small groups. It is said that the majority of them are skilled and often wizards.

With regard to this thief, from the trail of Barons Salgret and Boulevard, there is also a high bounty hanging for the meaning of hatred.

Since it takes nearly six months for procedures such as neck exams, the immediate effect aspect is scarce, but if a consolidated amount is available in the short to medium term, there is an economic effect that fools cannot afford.

But it's hateful that I let my head get away first.

Bounty money, etc. is most often hung around the chief's neck, and this time in the pattern of the thieves caught, etc., whether the finesse will collectively be a piece of silver coin.

If they hadn't let me get away with it, I could have expected about 200 Ratesh gold coins. Even plough gold coins could have expected 100, and the fish that let them escape were startling.

Restoration of security, will be an economic effect from a long-term perspective.

The absence of the damage that the bandits were vandalizing around is also expected to have considerable effect in terms of security. Inevitably, one step closer to a secure territory.

If it is a stable territory of security, farmers can safely cultivate their fields and merchants can move into commerce without worries.

A calm environment is a factor that increases the number of people. More people, more manpower. With more manpower, the productivity in the territory increases.

As a result, the territory will become richer.

However, what the Mortarn territories are now facing is not the danger of becoming poor in the future.

I don't have any money on hand right now.

It is happier to be one of the potatoes in front of you than to be able to eat in the future.

Whatever you put down, if there is nothing to precede, the Mortairns and their inhabitants will dry up together sooner or later.

"Can't we just make a debt?

"The problem is you don't have a lender. Konkansen around here suffered from cold-blooded houses. There's no such thing as a spare territory, and the neighbor, for example, has been badly hit by thieves and has applied for debt to us. Very unborrowable. If you become a distant nobleman, you have no claws."

"What do you mean you're going to borrow it with the court nobles of Wang Du?

"Those are the ones who are dirty to money. There will be a hundred pieces of interest on every gold coin borrowed. Even if we manage now, it will eventually go bankrupt. You're a bad guy."

Court aristocracy refers to aristocracy entrusted to a position by the Crown. Unlike territorial aristocracy, which at first also has a territory, but is allowed to be privately owned as a possession, the majority of it is a territory attached to royal possession and to the office of deputy of the King.

For the Territorial aristocracy, where the majority of the income is tax revenue from the land of possession, the Court aristocracy has no income from the territory to be deposited. Instead, salaries are paid according to position, but that amount does not extend very much to territorial nobility.

Some territorial aristocrats with great powers may hold concurrent positions, but all in all, they are considered dirty on gold.

Originally it meant the effective use of a descendant who was a territorial nobleman and did not inherit the territory, but during the intergenerational assault he became entitled and some of them were openly bought and sold.

"Can't you help your mother's home or your father's?

"We're already cut off from both parents."

Casserole's home is the Ser Benier family. It is a aristocratic family of righteous origins, which is quite a distance from the king's capital but keeps a small territory.

of previous generations. In other words, there is no doubt that Pastry's grandfather would have helped us if he had lived. Casserole is a proud son who fought and made a name for himself. In fact, in the early days of Moltaire territorial development, he gave me tangible and intangible assistance.

But my predecessors died, and the rest was terrible after my generation took my place.

My belly brother from casserole. From Pace's point of view, his uncle, Lord Knight Benier, has warned him to return the support that should have been aid, with extrajudicial interest.

In the end, it was settled by returning only what I received, but all the way there was too much to make a decision about cutting the edges.

I just went to tell him to lend me the money, and he wouldn't have ears or anything to listen to.

Even Pastry's mother, Anise's home, has already been cut off for a long time.

No parent wanted his daughter to be daughter-in-law in barren territory through poverty, and he was fiercely opposed to marrying Caserol.

It has been more than fifteen years since I was alienated from Anise's home because it is one that was married as well as rushing off. Even though he hasn't even shown his grandchildren's faces in a busy way, it is now where the casseroles have shown their faces, if the content is gold heartless, it will be the mountain of Sekiyama that will be driven away.

"In the meantime, selling off the thief's figure and pattern will boost the paste on the loan from the handler..."

"As soon as we can, we have to find a golden solution, right? Well, it doesn't start if you think too much about it. Once you cool your head, you might come up with a good idea, and let's keep it about this today. Pace can go back now."

"Yes, Father. Now if you'll excuse me."

In the end, without even coming up with effective gold measures, the agenda moved on to the next story.

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There are two routines that have been going on since the pastry was small.

One is naturally the study of confectionery and its practice.

The other is the archery of swordsmanship.

In a world where the exchange of life is closer than modern Japan, those who do not have the art of protecting themselves are put in a rather weak position.

Just as in modern times people with weak eyesight have to sweeten the inconvenience of saying glasses and contacts, those who do not have the means to defend themselves in this world have to sweeten the inconvenience of escorting or pulling off.

Beginning with an economic burden, behavioural constraints are enormous.

Therefore, forging a sword is a must for free movement, and Pace also makes it routine.

But a seven-year-old whose body is still growing.

The first thing you have to do before you can wave a sword is create basic health.

As part of that, running is what the next lord's boy prefers.

Run around the main village, at your own pace, for about an hour.

"Young lady, you're leaving today."

"Don't let your grandmother hurt your back."

"Whatever, you're still young, you can't beat it. Heh heh."

His course today is a clockwise route from the west. The reason I chose it is because it also means inspections.

Along the way, repeated voices can also be a sign that the boy is showing his face so often, and that he is admired.

Running out and the first thing you see is a vast field. As far as I can tell, it is spacious enough.

The fields around the village are divided into three main divisions, one of them.

Now there was a cold sight after mowing the beans.

Mortairn territory used to rest the land at this time of year or sprinkle autumn wheat.

Repeating the land with spring wheat, leisure land, autumn wheat, leisure land, it was turning in a less efficient rotation compared to other territories.

Because it rained less biased and the land was lean, but after Pais tried various things, it is now a rotation that barley, oatmeal, beans in the fall, and chickens and other livestock are sprinkled in the recreational areas.

Since the production of food is less than twice as high as it was a long time ago, it can be said that the creation of an environment where Pace's ambition is rich and able to focus on making sweets is steadily under way.

I started growing beans to make the land fatter. Growing beans similar to soybeans, but with far better yield multipliers than growing wheat on poorly lean land. Weak in the heat for cold-resistant minutes, but useful as an alternative to winter wheat.

Above all, this bean is classified as a shrub, and even though the fine is as thick as the thumb, unlike wheat, it becomes firewood after harvest.

In an area with scarce forest resources, it has become useful for living as a valuable fuel.

The increase in food production and the introduction of bean production, which solved the problem of importing firewood, greatly helped to improve the balance of payments in the Mortarn territory.

Pais wonders if there are any good money making ideas while running through the bean fields.

I also came up with the idea of a bean work that could float the price of firewood when I was running like this.

Therefore, he runs thinking with pale expectations.

But it's not so sweet in the world.

If the idea of making money is so easy to come up with, the Mortairns should be a large group of rich people by now.

"Ooh, Pais."

Less than an hour without coming up with anything.

I heard a call to stop Pais from running.

"Marc, you seem to be working hard"

Marc, recovering from the depression the other day, got his sword again from Pais.

I am eager to practice my sword so that one day I can become a squire and help.

Even today, he practiced his sword so hard.

As much sweat as the boy who has run, the boy who stopped him is also floating on his forehead. That expresses enthusiasm above all else.

"Your daughter-in-law's not here today, is she?"

"Me and Lumi aren't like that yet!!

"Nobody said anything about Lumi. Pfft."

"Gu - Bad Character No"

"I was born with this personality."

Evil Gakies, who have always been with us since one recent incident, acted more in pieces.

Regardless, if aligned, they work amicably and playfully, but the frequency is visibly decreasing.

Pace, on the other hand, is happy with his friends' growth, and he also finds jealousy in the two of them showing remarkable growth. I guess we should overcome the ordeal and describe it as peeled off.

"You're done running in, aren't you? How is the village? There's nothing, is there?

"Yeah, well, it seemed like the mowing of the bean trees was going on, and it didn't seem like a problem for the main village."

If you're my friend, he knows about the running routine.

What we know up to the running course is the boulder.

I answered my friend's easy-going question with care so that Pace sounded lighter too.

Although Marc is older than Pais, he's only ten years old there.

Actually, I'm having trouble with the money measures, and there's no way I can say that.

To the main village, the ambiguous answer can be said to be its manifestation.

"Then you're free. I need you to deal with me a little."

It is well known that Marc has been particularly keen on swordsmanship lately.

Adults around me were there for it, too, because they have publicly declared that they will succeed to the status of squire.

The position of a squire who will be a major force if it is a war of sorts. It is only through the use of the sword that we gain, and we do not lose.

It was originally taught by my father, Koanthro, a squire, but now he is travelling to the neighbouring village because he is entrusted with the command of the reconstruction work of the closed village. Even though there are only three people in the realm who have the title of squire, they are busy at times like this, beyond being formal squire. That's also why Marc was acting bare on his own.

It's only natural if you're a child that you get tired of bareback. If just the right person comes along, it's not impossible to ask him to join forces.

"It's good. Just for a little while."

"All right, then use it."

If Pais shifts his gaze, there's a handmade wooden sword.

It is a practice sword that is made by cutting only the handles to something like a thin slice of slab. It is also slightly valuable in the territory.

When Pais learns a sword from a casserole, he uses bladed seriousness and does his archery.

This is one of the reasons that Pace's skill levels are sufficient to be used in action, but Casserole's education policy is one of the reasons. We are educating Spartans to believe that serious skills can be learned for the first time.

It's like teaching Kendo seriously, and if the coaching side doesn't possess exceptional skill, a desolation that can die in practice. Just plundering is injurious, so the name of the special training is not Dada.

Parents who train close to such abuse are exceptions during the exception, and usually start with a practice that cares not to cause serious injuries among their children.

Waving a wooden sword or a sword with a blade pull is part of that practice.

"Yikes!!

The moment Pais gave himself up to hold the sword.

Suddenly Marc waves his sword down.

It is an unexpected and unexpected ambush.

This is Marc's father Koanthro's educational policy.

Pais, a family of knights, learns Orthodox swordsmanship of the King's Road as a knight, but Marc is different.

swordsmanship that should be more of a warrior. Instead, swords are also used in general combat techniques, which can be called knockouts.

Koanthro entered many battlefields as a squire. It is a sword for the battlefield, polished by it.

One of those teachings.

Always on the battlefield. There was something wrong with being unintentional.

I just said that the unintentional blow is dirty, and I can't even complain about it after it's been done and killed.

How can I target unintentional strikes? If you think about that firmly yourself, you'll also know the unintended blow that the other person is going to do. Therefore, if it is an exercise, I don't know what it is, but it is the rule of compatibility in this situation that those who put a bottle win.

"Sweet."

Kang, and the sound of a sword hitting.

What was at Pace's disposal was a short bean tree.

A silver-haired boy who gently recieved Marc's wooden sword and picked it up again.

On that face, there was a slight grin.

"Eh, dirty, I can't believe you used anything but a sword"

"I don't want to be told by Marc, who's been hitting me by surprise."

It will strike you unintentionally, but it will blind you, but it will be gold, but it will be darkness, but anything will be ant's pair of hands.

This combination is also fresh for Pais, and he likes to learn.

In an authentic swordsmanship match, Pais has a day long.

In fact, Pais has never lost to Marc in a swordsmanship match that begins with a thank you face to face.

But there is so much in action in this hand that it is not enough with both hands that one was taken.

I had used traps that used little kids, meetings and eyeballs that gripped the sand, even something like a dark vessel.

Marc, the evil hungry ghost of the rooted prank boy, is very flexible in his ideas, and it is Payce who surprises him every time he does something. I've often thought I'd been hit.

In a way, Marc can also be described as a genius. It is a shame that the direction is oriented towards pranks, but the flexibility of thought and the fun of ideas are natural.

"Come on."

Marc plunges straight in with his young but ambitious temper.

Only stupidity with no ingenuity or skill there.

A thoughtless shout after an unintentional blow. No one is uncomfortable with this.

I'm up to something.

Yeah, it's natural if Pais takes it for granted.

Marc repeatedly stubbornly pushes and advances straight as he is paid several pokes.

Was it the fourth or fifth time? In a monotonous task of turning around, the sword was paid off again. That moment.

"Become, the sword"

"It's a winning chance!!

The wooden sword I had in Pace's hand. That broke from the roots of the handles.

It is on the arrowhead that I was about to pay. The posture is stunningly disintegrated.

Perhaps the sword had been planted.

but it doesn't start where you curse it as cowardly.

On the battlefield, the sword breaks and so on. When the sword is away from hand, it is very common practice to pick up and use a falling sword, and there is no way the enemy will wait for it where it is broken.

I guess this was where the battle came in.

Marcarlo dares to throw himself in after a step stronger than just now.

A blow all over you. No matter what happens, Pais doesn't have the means to avoid it, and he doesn't have the means to take it. Yes, Marc was right to be sure.

Obviously disintegrated posture. Broken weapon on hand. There's no way I can avoid a poke with my weight on it.

But Pais's aggressive actions betrayed expectations.

"[Transcription]!!

Pais used magic. The sword of Marc breaks from its roots.

A sword tip that flies in the direction of the day after while being gently flushed. He flies around twirling. Side by side with that, Marc looks on hand.

All that was left was the pattern I was gripping. The thrust of my body has been brilliantly flaunted.

To the gleeful marc, Pais calls out.

"It sounds good to know that the transcription of wounds can also be used for weapons."

"After all, isn't it a bad idea to use magic?

"On the battlefield, you don't know what's out there."

"Yep, I thought I could take one today."

"It was a good line, but it's a draw"

At first, it is supposed to be a swordsmanship battle. So at the end of the day, it is the rule of the two of us that we must always attack our opponents with our swords.

We have to make it a draw today than the wooden swords have broken each other.

"Marc is also stronger. Especially the last poke."

"You know, I was complimented by the innkeeper the other day for being pretty good."

"To my father?

"Oh, they told me I'd take a look at you instead of Dad, and I got a look at the sword. Look, one day, I'm gonna take a big one from you."

"I hope so. What?"

From somewhat away, there is a voice calling Pastry and Marcarlo.

A voice that passes well from afar, but far from a voice change, you can never mishear that voice.

"Pais, Marc, what are you two doing together?"

"Lumi, run or something, is the wound okay now?

It was one girl who came running over.

From outfits, hairstyles, language, to everyday flirting. Wherever you look from, it's a boy, but the face itself is a clean girl Luminito.

The future is full of rumors when it comes to beauty.

"Grandpa said you could move now, so I came out to play"

"Really? What is that..."

Above all, in the sight of Pais, it was the sword that showed.

It's supposed to be a rewarded sword, and it's not weird to have it. but it is unnatural how subtly you are putting your hands on the pattern.

No, before that reason, the sixth sense sounded the alarm.

"Pais, avoid it!!

Marc's sad scream.

The voice and when the girl would pull the knife were amazingly aligned.

"Gu-ha."

And Pais, he lost consciousness.