Sweet Reincarnation

When a person wakes up, it resembles a blister.

From the bottom of the water, slowly rising. A levitating time that shakes every bit but never returns.

Eventually, bubbles floating on the water can be bounced. That, too, suddenly.

"Did you notice?"

was a blunt pain the first thing Pais felt that jumped up all the time.

A terrible, dull pain that squeaks in the back of the head.

"How long have I passed out?

"I guess it's about half a bell. Not that long."

"Well, I didn't know it was just the two of us today... Marc and Lumi would do what they had in hand."

"Hehe, on the battlefield, you can't even say cowardice."

"Ooh, that's what Grandpa said. Two survive better than one. He said he was a great survivor."

If you simply understand the current situation, it is appropriate that it was embedded in the hands of two bad friends.

Lumi dared to avoid the sword, with a gap and Marc coming from behind.

Exquisite from positioning, from timing, I just think everything was after me.

"I've been hit this time. But isn't it too bad to be alone with you two?

"But hey, Pais can use magic, right? We can't use magic."

"Lumi, you always tell me to fix the language. Besides, you might be able to use magic with another ritual, right?

"Oh, I can't. We don't have the money to take this sacrament, and we don't expect to talk like that."

"Realistic."

"It's smart not to play."

Lumi has already given up his magic.

There are never a few people like that, and it's not uncommon.

Money hanging, danger of becoming an abolitionist, being watched by the church, more danger, etc., the reasons are different for each person, but they do not even know it.

If you get it, it will undoubtedly be both power and money. but that's not necessarily what makes you happy.

"So, what was Pace worried about?

"Yeah, well, hide it from us, you stink of muzzle."

"Fool, it stinks of water"

"I thought you said that."

Pace's chest was thrilled by the words.

I was wondering if something bothered me about the management of the territory.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Pace sucks at hiding things. I usually say 'nothing' at times like this. Then it's like you're confessing that you're hiding something."

If you have nothing to hide, answer that you don't know what you're talking about.

Because I was worried badly about the money measure, I thought I'd read it in depth.

"Well, I can't help it, but it's also true that I was worried. Can we both come up with some ideas?"

"Ooh, ask me anything. I'll help you."

"Yeah, we're friends."

What you need to have is a friend.

Without a back surface, people who are not bonded to the kindness of thinking about helping them sincerely are twisting their guts too much, even three and a half turns.

Pais, who hasn't twisted that far yet, honestly decided to ask the two of them to come up with an idea.

Of course, hiding the imminent monetary measures in the realm is in the form of simply asking if there is any idea of making money in a cohesive way.

"Can't you just widen the field?

"Indeed, there is still room for development in the realm. but it also takes something and time and manpower to precede it first. We're on the way for the long term, so let's expand it today or tomorrow."

"Well, how about selling this Bonca Pie thing in the city the other day? It was delicious, so make it again."

"If you get Bonca for a souvenir, you can make it again. But when I said I would sell that one, I would have just said that the precision is one or two pieces of silver coin. For firewood and wheat to be the specialty of our territory, which is relatively expensive, the interest margin is too small, and if you do poorly, it is a deficit. It also takes a lot of time to buy Bonca. It's fun to make, but it won't make you any money. Instead, Lumi will just want to eat again"

"Oh, is it broken?

If you find out or nothing, let your eyes shine and talk pie, it's self-evident that the impure motive is there.

By the way, even though Lumi doesn't apply because she's a girl, it's a woman's chest impure and suspicious for a puberty man to talk about pie.

"Well, how about Pace teach us magic? If the magic works for us, we can do something big."

Marc seems to dream of magic unlike Lumi.

That's why I was tricked by the thief by magic, but it seems hard to abandon my longing for magic.

This is mostly the case with boys in the public. I exasperate in dreamy exaggerations, and then I also believe unfounded that it would be appropriate.

And then one day they'll beat me to the ground and call me an adult.

"Marc is still some years early for adults. And it's not something you can remember because you taught it."

"Right. I'm just saying. But I was wondering if I could get rich if I could use magic. Be a nobleman and eat something delicious every day."

"You can't. Suppose you give up 10,000 steps and miraculously have no head to use where magic can be used. Even if you can get the fire out, you'll burn it with your own fire. Pais doesn't have to worry about this idiot's bedtime either. Besides, I didn't get to see Pace's magic after all. I want you to look good at magic anyway. You might come up with something."

"Hey, what's an idiot? What's an idiot?"

"Every day, every day, I'm just a sword and I can't remember a single calculation because I'm an idiot."

"Holy shit!!

"Yes, yes, then leave it hanging there. Well, I know you want to see magic. It's certainly something I was impressed with when you first showed me your father's magic. It will be good. But just to show you, right?

"You did it."

I don't know what to do if the three of you come by.

Pace grabbed the feeling that a money-making tip might come up with in a conversation with the two of them.

Indeed, it is said that wizards are rich. On the contrary, if you're trying to make money, think that there's a way to use magic. I'm starting to feel like I have a lucrative hand there.

"From the basics, then. Try painting your favorite picture on the ground, both of you."

"Whatever?

"Yes."

Two people using a broken sword tip or bean tree stick and painting off the ground.

Marc paints original pictures. Draw pictures of human-like objects illuminating some sort of light-chick object on creatures that don't know what kind of monster they are.

"What is it, this?

"Hehe, it's a scene of activity when I can use magic. Magically destroy dragons."

From Pace's point of view, I wondered if the blemishes had grown legs, but I care enough not to speak.

It's emotional that a child's graffiti is something that doesn't change at any point in time.

In comparison, Lumi's paintings are slightly rounded.

The pattern itself seems unfamiliar, but I managed to see the apple-like fruit.

Next to it, it's like a dough piled on a dish-like thing. It feels like mud dumplings.

"Lumi, could this be Bonca?

"Hehe, hit. You're good."

"What's next to this?

Lumi answers Pais' question with a strained chest.

"Of course, it's up to you to bonca pie in the meantime. You'll see."

"I thought it was a stone or something. You suck shit."

"Hmm. It's Marc's painting that looks like a snake crawling around."

"Ugh. Don't you see how this dragon looks?"

"Yes, sir. Then, Lumi, the magic demonstration you want, I'll go ~"

Even amateurs can see the increase in magic.

Human beings, because everyone has more or less magic.

When a strong magnet or rubbed underlay approaches, it is like you can see nothing, and the stronger the magic you have, the more pronounced the reaction becomes.

Marc and Lumi inflate their expectations with a deliberate sensation of skin.

Especially if you're a girl, you haven't looked closely at the magic of Pace that you fought the thieves. Because it was a night battle in the dark, and since then, he's been cut off and slept in.

Float your curiosity in your eyes and stare at your painting.

"[Transcription]"

At the time Pais used his magic, the two bad boys felt uncomfortable in their own hands.

A strange feeling that can be described as hot or cold.

"Oh, wow. I got a picture in my hand."

When we looked at the back of our hands, the paintings we wrote were painted on each hand.

Lines with slightly different colors around them, such as tanning, are transcribed as is the painted picture.

"Wow, really, Pais can use magic"

"No, didn't Lumi believe it?

"I only believe what I see."

Interestingly, Lumi stares at the sunburn painting on the back of her hand.

He plays with all kinds of fun, trying to give back his palms, looking at them and rubbing them.

"Well, it's not a tattoo, so it disappears in a couple of days. You'll be glad to show it to your siblings."

"Hehe, let Grandpa see. Oh, hey, Pais."

"What?

"Can't you do the opposite, anyway?

Pais learns to be hooked on Lumi's words, as he always thought.

"What is the opposite?

"Instead of transcribing something, transcribing something and drawing it. Like painting a picture of this hand on the ground, or painting a person's face on the ground? I thought it would be funny to be able to do that."

The moment he heard the word, Pace grabbed the girl's hand out of the blue.

His face is a sunny smile. Full-faced grin in the beautiful face of the mother concession.

Lumi blushes unexpectedly.

"That's it!!

If you suddenly get your hands grabbed, I'm confused.

Grab the hand that Pace grabbed, shake it off, and ask him what the hell was going on.

"That's right. That's it. Lumi is a genius. Good idea. Now I have an idea that seems to work. I'm going to my father's as soon as I can. See you tomorrow then!!

"Oh, come on."

The two left lean their necks as they follow their running away silver hair with their eyes.

Boys who run at speeds that don't seem like children are a long way from home. When that happens, it's hard to stop along the way, the two childhood tamers understood.

"Lumi, by the way"

"Hmm?"

"You're still bright red."

"Ugh!!

A girl's fist pierced the boy's belly.

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In the Knight Lords' Mansion of Mortairn, three adults are having an exchange of arguments.

To the Lord, the Knight, his belly. And Anies-Mill-Mortairn, wife of Sir Knight.

The bulk of the agenda is about gold measures, but the subject is slightly off, as regards the admissibility of applications for aid to the Baron Detmort family, Anise's home.

"I knew it would be hard to rely on my parents"

"Not your father, but your brother."

"Yes. Your brother is rigorously educated by your father, so he won't be hidden. Besides, your brother should be assisting your uncle now. There won't be a lot of money you can move on your own."

"Right. No, I knew it, but I heard it from your mouth again."

Oh, and who was it that sighed?

The fact that at least two sounds overlapped tells the story of the difficulty of the agenda.

"At a time like this, I just want to hope for Boy's head."

"Even though he is my son, he cannot make it from scratch. Don't expect too much from Pais, it must be you who said," Shiits. "

"Having said that, if you're so stuck, you're gonna want to expect it."

"I know how you feel. Yeah, well, I'm just relying on my son..."

Bang, and the sound of doors opening.

Dauntingly, Casserole and Shiites lay their hands on the sword.

Casserole, who shows herself sheltering his wife, de-alerts after seeing the person who jumped in.

"What is it, Pais, without even knocking? I'm not being polite."

"Excuse me, Mother. But I got a good idea, so I flew in."

"Good idea? An example."

"Yes."

The next lord, the main boy, jumped into the room.

At that point, Shiites and Casserole blurred the agenda.

This is about being alert to what happened when the boy was there. If we spread the word that the Lords are short of money and have a deficit in territorial management, etc., it would be even more difficult for them to implement even harder financial measures.

No one likes to lend money where they know it's dangerous. Investing or borrowing, because it's common sense to make it somewhere you can afford it. Lending an umbrella in the sunshine and taking an umbrella in the rain is a gold-loaned Theory.

Rumors about the credibility of this hand are that once the smoke stands, the more terribly laborious it is to extinguish the fire.

Asked how it was for a while and found out that no one was here but Pais, the adult on the spot finally settles down and listens.

"Well, sit down first. Let's just calm down and listen. We were just talking about it."

"Yes."

To the words of Casserole, the lord, the Shiites of the belly stand and empty the couch without saying anything.

but his mother grabs him before he sits there, and Pace is sat on his mother's lap.

I try to get out of the smiling mother, but the power of the child can't beat me. My mother is strong.

Jesus Christ, where all the men once again sat down, Pace shares the idea he just came up with.

"Father, during this time you've been talking about your sister Jose's pageant."

"Oh. That kid's already an adult, too. It's up to the parents to find someone."

"At that time, my father could use [instant travel], so I could take my sister and sell her face."

"It's an opportunity for me to brag about my daughter."

Josephine is five women. As Pace's sister, he becomes the youngest sister.

If you're a woman, you're in a world where 13-16 is said to be the right age for marriage, and soon she'll be at the right age.

It is up to the parents to decide who to marry, sometimes drawing some hope from the person, but the basics become a connection between the houses.

As the story of my parents came out with this gold measure, it's inside me that I can rely on when something happens. Therefore, the connection between the matrimonial relatives becomes quite important. Even when there is a dispute between nobles, it is easy to settle in a discussion if your body is in the other person's house. Conversely, if you think of yourself as someone else in red, you can be suddenly attacked.

"So what do parents who can't use magic like their father do?"

"Well, it's most efficient to take my daughter to social circles everywhere and introduce her around on the spot. The best part is a royally-sponsored night club in the capital."

There are many different kinds of social places. Plays, nightclubs, tea parties, martial arts shows, hunting, etc. Anyway, the essence of socialism is mostly draped in places where nobility gathers.

Among other things, there are limited places for women to socialize.

Martial arts and hunting are a hobby for knight-based aristocrats, but they often don't let women do that kind of havoc.

Inevitably, the main battlefield will be a social place where conversations such as tea parties and night clubs will dominate.

"But many nobles. Especially in remote and out-of-town territories. Noblemen can't take their daughters and sons to the king's capital so often."

"It's dangerous, and it's not just moving."

Around here, Shiites and Casserole mostly figured out what Pais was trying to say.

By the way, it is my mother Anise who doesn't know if she understands or not.

If nobility moves, it is said that feathers grow in gold.

Moving the carriage will also take care of you and your horse, and you can't say where you're staying is Nojuku.

As my husband would be rumored of his poor earnings if he wore a borough on his daughter-in-law, the blurry behavior remains the honor of the aristocracy. Then apply mud to the face of the royal family entrusted with it.

If the good-looking people who don't just say they're noblemen go through, there's no way the escorts are going to kettle because they're bandits, and naturally that costs a lot.

The change of duty during the Edo period also made sense, he said, to let the lords in the territory sprinkle gold. It is synonymous with gold flying away if a great man walks with all his offerings in any age

"Nevertheless, the royally hosted nightclubs, etc. will all be attended by territorial nobles with their children. That's why."

"Because you can be more comfortable with the person you see than with the guy you don't even know. If you have two houses with the same conditions, you can feel more comfortable choosing to know your face. Knowledge of each other's faces is easier to get along with. I don't know who he is, but he's got a lot of character in his house."

"There. Conversely, if you know more or less about your face, you'll feel safe. So I thought," Why don't we go out and sell this stuff? "

With that said, Pais chants [transcription].

Thin pieces and people's faces emerge in the slice of slab in hand.

"Oh."

"This is awesome. You look just like me."

It was the face of one woman painted out of the plate.

Everyone here is a very familiar face.

"Oh, is this me? You look a lot alike, really. Like a mirror."

Mrs. Mortairn holds the board in her hand even as she releases only one hand that was about to hold Pais and keeps her son from escaping.

From the side, a sketch that looks exactly like what you see in the mirror is painted exactly in the mirror.

There's no reason to know about Casserole or Shiites, but what Pais is thinking is a matchmaking photo.

Before romantic marriage became mainstream, Pace knows these matchmaking pictures were immensely powerful.

Photographic machines went out and are also said to have become a pandemic during the Meiji period.

It is also true that the face is not everything, but the appearance and appearance speak a lot. I can read more about being shown a picture than being told in my mouth 'My daughter is beautiful'.

"Hmm..."

"I asked my father to take me around to say hello and sell me a photo of the pageant and what I would call it for convenience."

Not bad. Casserole thinks.

He thinks about how much value he finds in what would be this matchmaking photograph if he were himself, as a lord and as a nobleman.

Even if you quote cheap, you should be able to give out five or ten gold coins.

If you don't use this magic to draw similar portraits, you have to prepare expensive paints, high fees, and painters. If it is cheaper than that, there is definitely at least a demand for painting.

Many parents have weak children. If you have children who can't stand long journeys and tend to cage in the territory, the means by which you can sell your face even if you don't go out in person will be delightful.

There are also children who do not like to socialize. It is a drawn-in idea that you are not comfortable with the crowd, that you are not comfortable speaking from yourself, or that you are an immature child in etiquette. If the painting introduces itself instead, I would be with a parent who pays a lot of money.

Well, Pais can copy many of the same pictures. If it can be used with the same security as a gift instead of a letter, it would be far more useful than having the painter draw it.

Maybe I can.

To Casserole's reckoning, Pais smiled.

Combining the magic of parents and children, he is a traveling photographer. There was a thought there that I was sure I could.

"I think I'm in danger."

"Huh?"

But there were some who disagreed. It's Shiites, the squire chief.

He is also a heavy town in Mortairn territory, whose opinions are often surprisingly thoughtful.

Therefore, on the unexpected contrary, Pais and Caserol did not think, and asked back what it meant.

"I think there are two dangers. One is the danger of a hustle and bustle when a boy can use magic. I don't have to tell you this."

"Well, sure"

Even if Casserole and Shiites can only use their magic, the Knights of the Border are told that they are overpowered. If you join your son here, it's visible to buy unwanted jealousy and yakkami.

Speaking of parents and children as wizards will be taken into account as having any secrets, and you could be explored for a stomach that doesn't even hurt.

"The other thing is, this matchmaking photo is an abuse of him. Come on."

"Is that, for example?

"For example... right, suppose this picture mispasses to a bandit. So, this guy with the face is a nobleman, so we're going to talk about kidnapping or assassinating someone with a face that's known and convenient."

"Hmm, that too"

The convenience of having a face communicated to someone you don't even know.

Indeed, convenience can remain dangerous if abused.

"I thought it was a good suggestion, is there a problem? Well..."

If you make money by problematic means, troublesome stories come around when nobles are with each other.

That is, it is a matter of ex-post liability.

For example, suppose you sold wheat. If the wheat later finds out that the contents are only scissors, it naturally incurs responsibility on the side that sold the defective product.

Or if, at the time of selling the weapon, the item sold was a crude product made of scum iron, if at least no return or refund is made, if it is bad, it is a dispute.

In a world where there is no cooling off, credit comes first to buy and sell things. The solution when rubbed is power at the end. This is common sense.

Chickens talk about first or eggs first, but fringe with the powerful is useful to gain credibility, and pipes with the powerful can be both political and military. This is why the pageant is hung by the rise of the house.

If you cause problems poorly, you can make a whole noble society an enemy.

Normally, this would have been a failure.

But there's no way there's an honest person in the office who falls and wakes up for free.

"Then let's do this. Take responsibility for matchmaking photos up to the point where you take them to the other party. However, it is up to the other party to use it from there. If you're convinced of this, it won't be our responsibility. The surcharge is also Gappoli. My magic can only be found out if it's too late or too soon."

Pais has knowledge of previous life.

Among them, there was something about the delivery of confectionery.

Sweets are perishable foodstuffs and can easily melt or rot. Naturally, it is assumed that the delivery destination is prone to problems, etc.

In order to prevent this problem, after delivery on the designated date and time, there was an idea to receive an acknowledgement in advance that responsibility would not be taken. This time it is an application of it.

If, in advance, you do not take responsibility after passing it to the other party, where something goes wrong, it will be the responsibility of the recipient of the photo. Even if it was as simple as anyone could think of, Pace understood that such ingenuity prevented trouble.

"All right, well, let's start by testing the feel from around Count Ratesh. That must have been where your son was, and I was hoping to say one thing about the bandit scene."

"Ma'am, would it be better than doing nothing? I'll clear the territory."

"I'm sorry I always pushed you around, Shiites."

"If that's what you think, make some disappointment, Admiral."

"I'm not the one who makes money. He's my son."

Must be, the two men laughed.

Adding a boy who's just grown up, is it three?

So everyone realizes that there is one person who is not laughing.

On the rare face, a woman who looks difficult.

"Anise, what's wrong?

"You, this painting... hey, Pais"

"Yes? Why?"

Mrs. Mortairn had her face turned towards the painting, trying to pinch her son's cheek with both hands, which was sitting on her lap.

I was wondering if you even found something wrong, and the eyes of the three men turn to the painting. But what's there is a perfect copy. It's just made to look real, just two melons. Nothing seems to be wrong.

"Coco in this painting. I want you to take a good look."

Pais's cheek is likely to hear the sound of munchies. Because her mother pushed her left hand only slightly stronger.

Ahead of what she wanted to show, there was a woman's face to call beautiful. To be more precise, I had eyes.

"Can't you erase the wrinkles?"

Anies-Mille Mortairn. Mother of six children.

I was old enough to be concerned about the wrinkles.