Sweet Reincarnation

"Long time no see."

It was the old gentleman who had so spoken.

"Duke of Kadrecek. We're out of time."

It was one beautiful sturdy man who returned his greetings and with the gratitude of his knight, relative to the gentleman.

The body, which would have waved the sword with tens of thousands, is forged and beautiful, making it feel sophisticated, coupled with polite military uniforms.

That beauty is the knight of Mortairn, the man.

"I thought it would be unusual for a Sir to come to a place like this. You came all the way here, so I thought I'd say hi. Nice to meet you."

Such a place, it is easy to understand.

They are located at the King's Capital Mansion of the Duke of Kadrecek. When it comes to staying in that hall, the purpose is obvious. Either a social place with dinner, such as business gathering in the hall at night, or an extraordinary convocation when things happen.

Regardless of the former now.

"Your Excellency invited me, and I came with joy and courage. Congratulations to your grandson."

"We thank you for celebrating. There was also an introduction to Countess Ratesh, as soon as I invited Sir. No, my grandson got all big with the graphics. Non is also old, and I hope to reassure you soon, but she is still a child. Wahaha."

"What do you say? Your Excellency is still young. It will be only with His Excellency present that the central army is strong. I, too, have learned the odds of your extraction from battlefields more than once."

"When the hero of the King's Capital showdown tells me so much, it's awkward. Now, is it your son who will be beside Sir?

"Yeah. It's a celebratory seat at the corner, so I took him to say hello. Say hello, Pais. His Excellency the Duke of Kadreček, who is under the command of the Central Army."

One boy leaves a step forward, prompted by his father.

A stand where blue and silver hair and a dress made of matching shades show elegance.

At first glance, I'm not uncomfortable with standing and behaving. Although it is unnatural, it is mainly uncomfortable to appreciate.

If you are a child of this year, it is natural to be unfamiliar with social places. When relative to an adult, the attitude a child takes is either nervous, dignified, or familiar.

If the fearless heart is strong, it is nervous and knowledgeable, and if I am, it is magnificent and unfounded. Or I don't know how great they are, so I greet my relatives' uncles, but I get familiar with them.

But this boy's attitude is not like any of them. It's as courteous as a longtime negotiator.

Break one knee, thank you and then state your mouth.

"I'll catch your eye first. Casserole-Mil-Morthern is the child. My name is Pastry. I have heard of your noble name since then from my father. I am delighted to know that you have been able to do what you see in this eye-catching seat."

"This is polite. Non is Elizebio-Hazbnois-Mil-Cadrechek. Without a doubt, His Majesty has bestowed the Duke of Kadrecek. Shit, it's just jizzy. Then call me whatever you want. But a child as polite as yours is rare. I want my grandson to apprentice me. Wahaha."

"It's an honor to compliment you. I have heard that your grandchildren do not have to apprentice people like me, but show them the example of nobility. If this is what you want your grandson to teach you."

"Right or right. No, you're a really smart kid. As long as I envy that Lord Mortairn will have a good trace."

In the hands of the Duke of Kadrecek there is wine poured into a silver cup. Regardless, I don't mean silver until you drink it, I mean a cup full of silver for decoration. The Duke was seriously praising the boy in front of him while dampening his mouth with wine made in the territory of the Duke of Kadrecek.

For the most part, these words are flattering decorations, but vegetarian compliments are given to the pro-food and famous Knight Mortairn. It's easy because, as it were, it would be a compliment.

"Ha ha, I am also proud that my son is excellent. I just thank God that lizards gave birth to dragons, unlike my parents"

"Waha, that's not something I'm looking forward to first. Oh, so you're still letting me say hello to your grandson. Let me apprentice the son of my lord, and let me say a word of greeting."

The Duke of Kadreček has still lived the social and political world of this hand for more than a few decades. Even if I want my grandchildren to have better connections.

Such an account of the loss of interest as a politician and the emotion of working grandchildren as grandfathers, both decide to keep them on edge with the Mortairn family parents and children. Even though it was an easy exchange, I calmly decided it was more profitable than a loss.

That's why I decided to introduce my grandson.

In this kind of social setting, it is seen lightly when you go around greeting Pekopeko. Except for the basic organizers (hosts) who greet everyone, they need to be able to accommodate their hips, especially when their position and rank are higher. For this reason, it is common sense that many, if not two or three, people greet you from the Duke's people.

And to avoid all the greeting offenses spreading in the corner celebration seats, it's manners to avoid speaking from under your eyes unless you're so close.

In other words, the number of times a person who is a guest of honor and a grandson of a senior nobleman greets his or her first encounter is limited.

The Duke of Kadreček stepped that even if he cut that limited hand tag, he had a return to gain.

My grandfather called me in to advance with a young man who still leaves some shadow of his youthfulness. Twelve-fifteen is normal when it comes to just being an adult, and it is only natural that he was also thirteen years old.

This young man must be loved by God. Because very fortunately for him, he looked like a mother, unlike his great-faced grandfather or father. He is an adult young man with a relaxed atmosphere who tends to drool.

"Sir Mortairn, let me introduce you. This is Noun's grandson, Sukhoure-Mil-Kadrecek. Not to Sir's son, but he's still a clever boy. Leaving boarding officer school as chief."

"That's great. But won't the Hazbunova surname be named?

"His mother belongs to the Count Vallenna family. Hazbunova's succession came off because she was the daughter of the Count Vallenna family. I'm going to have the Kadreček family succeed me in any case, so I don't have to keep them there. Skoole, this is Sir Mortairn. As you will also know, the Lion is now active in His Majesty's defense of the King's capital, and has also served in the warcraft disaster on the border of Huberlek and the pirate extermination of the Count Ratesh family, so that he may be brave."

In order to be a face-to-face meeting in the form of an intermediary for the Duke, today will be the first time we will meet the Duke's grandchildren, Sucre and Casserole.

Magnificent sturdy and young good youth make the same moves with each other. Position to hold your right hand around slightly below your left shoulder and place it against your chest.

It is a simple greeting ceremony at the booze table, etc.

The youngsters are slightly less familiar, compared to the Knight Sir, who feels less accustomed.

"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Mortairn."

"I'll catch your eye first, Lord Succulet. Sir is the grandson of Lord Elizebio. Your position is higher than mine, a knight of sorts. Please call me casserole."

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

In the case of aristocracy, children in social settings are treated in a manner consistent with the position of their parents first floor. It corresponds to the Duke if the father is royal and to the Viscount if he is Earl.

Furthermore, grandchildren in the event that the Lord is active shall correspond to the title below the second floor.

Because his grandfather is a Duke, Sucre is treated accordingly to his second floor, the Borderline Uncle or Count.

Because I don't have a title, I don't have a pension, job pay, territory, or authority, but when I have to change my response up and down a position like today, it's a manner that I need to know even though it's just a formality.

In other words, the throne says that the lower one has to make a worse statement. It is easy to understand if you think of the assistant manager and the like as speaking politely to the general manager's son.

Yet a young man who speaks more politely to the Knight's Talk is, in a sense, a violation of manners. It's not important (oh and) because it means being too polite, but it's not very praiseworthy either.

But an old man and a knight who can finish it with a bitter laugh.

Because we know very well why young people behave like that.

Whatever, because there have been so many times in the last fifteen days that I've been treated like this.

"I'm sorry, Sir Mortairn. He admired Sir and looked forward to seeing him today."

"Excessive expectations for awkwardness, it depends on your fear. There are many treatments like this these these days, so if you're used to it"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Young men these days admire their lords. This guy sounds like that mouth, too. Totally..."

"Ha, that's what I envy about being young. I'll show you this one, too. Lord Sucre, here I am, my eldest son and I call him Pastry. Seven years old and young, we have already completed another ritual of the sacrament."

It was Pace who took a step forward when he told me.

In this case, the treatment of Pais is under the Knight Sir. In other words, it began with a shitty greeting on one knee, as it would be treated on par with the stateless.

In the world, there is something called intuition.

That's what I call it, referring to unfounded certainty, not rationality or well-founded emotion that was lineage.

Among other things, the longer one has a rule of thumb, the more abruptly one gets at a certain moment what is the only certainty.

This was also what the Duke of Kadrecek saw in the boy who entered.

That is, a hunch of battle and anxiety about what you might not get.

"I'll catch your eye first. As my father introduced me, Caserol is my son and my name is Pastry. I would like to extend my sincere congratulations to you, Sir Sukhoure-Kadrecek, on your time. We are delighted to hear that you have been well received during the celebration."

"Huh? Ah, yes. Be kind enough to greet me and let me know what I need."

This is a complete defeat, the Duke of Kadrecek accidentally hid his sigh.

If you're just an early teenager, you can't help but be unfamiliar with greeting. But the younger grandson, about half his age, is still firmer in greeting.

Daimyo, you must have been flabbergasted because you said a feared greeting to a child younger than you. Besides, it fuels tension and confusion even more because of the realization that it failed.

For times like this, when I'm attached, I give out a help boat.

"Was it Lord Pastry? Thank you on behalf of my grandson for your sterling greeting."

"Thank you"

It was my grandson, Sucre, who was relieved by his grandfather's embezzlement (interception).

You're dressed to be saved from nervousness and haste.

Whether or not Pastry takes the lead in the conversation, he doesn't know when he'll jump at Sucre again. So the young man who is supposed to be the lead keeps his mouth shut and his grandfather continues the conversation without stopping.

The Duke decided that this was where the topic should be shifted, even forcefully, from his own grandson.

"As long as my grandson is safe and mature, and I'm happy for you, too. Unfortunately, magic is a gift, but I'm glad you're still healthy like this. Oh, with that said, you talked about Lord Pastry already being an adult, too. Besides, you think you got a book sacrament? How about it, have you been given magic?

"Ha. God bless you and you have successfully fulfilled your magical mastery"

"Ho."

It was a topic that I thought might be too forceful, but it also popped up an interesting story.

That attracts a lot of Duke interest.

It's all about magic.

Approximately one in twenty people possess enough magic to use. And even more magic is given to every thousand of them.

I mean, only one in 20,000 people gives magic.

So when I heard the results of the lottery, I was surprised to hear that the first prize had been won.

And even those around them who were listening raised their voices of surprise, so what was the matter?

Fortunately, this led to the deception of my grandson's untruthfulness.

While also realizing that's what Pace is after.

"That's amazing. The use of magic by Sir Casserole is sung by the bard, but even by the child. Maybe the Mortairns have God's blessing."

"Farewell, thank you, but let's also say it's a coincidence. I think we were just lucky."

"Saara. But don't even say God doesn't wave a race. As far as I'm concerned, I'm an envy to a wizard in my parents' and children's lives. Oh, well, it's also a corner opportunity. Why don't you let me show you that magic here?

"My lord, if you will. So can I borrow one of those cloths?

As part of his familiarity, Pais points to the cloth that was attached as a Shizuku avoidance under the silver cup.

The Duke of Kadreček handed the cloth with the expectation of what it would attract.

Like burning a fire. Who produces water. Who moves things. Or faster legs. Magic is unique to each person.

I am curious to be seen here because people often keep their hands hidden for times of need.

"So... [transcription]!!

The change was a moment.

The white cloth contained picturesque objects in an instant, not even while blinking.

What is depicted is a person drawing.

That, too, depicted quite a few beautiful girls. Tattered in the flower garden, it depicts a cheeky smile, and I don't want to call it stunning.

"This is... great. I see, is it painting magic? No, really brilliant."

"Dear Mr. Bad. It's a corner, so the painting will be presented to Sir Skuole-Kadreček. Me and... and as from Uncle Fuberlek"

A gift from a third party who is not here.

I see, the Duke had something to guess.

I was caught up in my own investigation because I had this kind of aim.

Many of those who were asking how things were going around looked bitter. Especially those with daughters. That was very remarkable.

"Ha... with Huberlek Borderline Uncle. You don't seem to be here today, but could that have something to do with this painting lady?

"Your Excellency's wisdom eye. An impressive presence. As you can see, the princess who painted the beauty is the princess who falls for the three women of Uncle Fuberlek. It's Master Petra. I met you when I first left for the Borderlands of Hubarek."

"Ho. It was... No, your father had magic."

The Duke, given the distance, hassle and time on the boulder, did not even think that, yes, he had enough errands to travel from the Knights of the Southern Border to the Eastern Border Uncle, but immediately recalls that the Knights of Mortairn were users of [instant travel].

"Yes, I went out on my father's moment trip"

It is a lie. If you mean in color, a big bright red lie.

Transferring that far is difficult with the magic of casserole. In fact, there was the anomaly of Pace's magic and the magic he transcribed, but because of the advantages of information secrecy, he's bragging that it's casserole magic.

"As you know, the Borderland of Hubarek is a land of constant skirmishes with its neighbours. Miss Petra said she couldn't leave your territory because of the danger on the road? You don't have many friends your age, do you? Sir Huberlek, who was worried about it, knew that we had been called to this seat today, and he asked me to introduce him to him in order to give him a friendship."

"Is that your name Miss Petra? You're a cute guy. Oh, that's nice..."

Like it or not. It is also inexplicable to ask, for example:

You can see that.

A look at the Skoole youth staring at the girl painted on the cloth while dyeing her cheeks slightly red. That's nothing short of a glance.

In fact, the smile of the painted girl is the supreme smile in which purity, purity and purity live together. If it is the men of the world, everyone will have a good impression, the unique beauty of the girl is there. Whatever it is, it can be said that in order to transcribe the scene, it is so powerful that it took an entire two days for Uncle Borderline's OK to come out.

One that gives the Church, also the best intelligence agency in the world, loads of money to examine all the preferences of the Sucre youth, and eagles at the hearts of the Ugly youth.

Incidentally, the brokerage fee for this referral is a breakthrough success reward of 20,000 sheets of Stynn silver coins at the time of the engagement.

Stynn silver coins are exchanged for plough gold coins, which are royally issued currencies, on a market of about twenty to thirty sheets. In other words, it's a reward for acting like less than a thousand pieces of gold.

Not so much, it is also a sign that Uncle Fuberlek says that he has put his back on this fringe.

"Next month, actually. I mean, at the end of the last black moon, there was an adult celebration of Miss Petra. Sir Sukhoure-Kadreček has been asked to join us as a friend."

"Happy to ask!!

You stupid grandson of a bitch, he was the duke who almost screamed, but he didn't return it to the water basin. I can't take back the words my grandson said without thinking about it later.

Even though there is a veil as a friend, there is also a shudder as to why you don't notice the blatant friendship so far.

If it's meant to be, we should be careful what we talk about. Around there, my grandson has a headache if he hasn't had enough experience yet. And the pastry boy, who has skilfully followed that point, deepens the idea that he should no longer think of himself as a child.

"This, Scuole, calm down. Indeed, it is not niggardly to be close if you are also the son of Sir Huberlek. But how is the Lord going to get to his land? Isn't that a pretty nasty place to be right now?

Since the Frontier Bo Territory of Hubarek is bordered by the Frontier Bo Territory of a neighboring country, it is disputed almost like a routine event. Because accidental clashes over water fields, forests, mines, customs duties, bandit crossings, tight trade controls, natural disasters, historical history and rubbing sparks are indispensable. Border lines and so on have changed, as they do every year.

Therefore, there are other business dealers that are difficult to come and go, and if the grandchildren of the country's heavy towns were to go out, it would not be the same as going to a friend's house in the neighborhood to visit them.

Most of all, if that's normal, we're talking about.

"Don't worry. I know my father can help you while you're away."

"Ha ha, helping young people get along is also an elder's job, so it's not stingy (yabusa) to help. I'm counting on you."

"It was. Sir, I don't think there's anything wrong with Sir Mortairn."

Is love what you call blindness?

I can't help but mourn what the Duke should have taught quite a bit about what it means to rely on the power of other nobles.

Oh, boy, the boy gently eared at the old man who shook his head.

If you are a young man, the boy's father is subtly distracted from his attention, using the story of the girl as bait.

"Lord Huberlek seemed to have some thoughts. The armament of his land, its strength, nothing more."

"Ho, that's an interesting story. How do you think you saw it?

Duke with central army and strong connections with central politics and the royal family. It is the Lord of the President, who has the finest military and economic power in the East, who wants to connect himself with it. Oriental territory to the central army. If you tie your hands together, if you do poorly, it is likely to be a coup d 'état and a stinking move.

Many people have noticed faintly that there is a movement to augment armaments on the peripheral lands.

It is no wonder that if you are a key to the state and a duke deeply engrossed in politics, you are guessing.

Intention to strengthen the Border Bell Army. You should know where the real deal is. Because if you're happy with Uncle Borderline, it might be the Duke who crusades you.

"Perhaps you are disgusted with years of skirmishes. Against the backdrop of Your Excellency's central army, I once saw a great deal of mindfulness in sharpening the power next door and eliminating skirmishes. As soon as I ask His Excellency to take the initiative and deduce that it may be the friendship of your son as a reason."

"Um, I see. It seems that there is. No, it was helpful, let's thank you"

"No, it's just my personal opinion."

If it is the King's army, there are Oriental armies that have united the Oriental commanding forces. It is a powerful army that distributes to the royal authority of the East.

But this still means preparing for domestic insurgency rather than armaments against neighboring countries.

If we did not rely on this and wanted the help of the central army, it was a story that seemed possible.

A skirmish because of the military balance lined up between neighbors. I don't know if I'm in a hurry. And I don't trust the Royal Oriental Army, so I want to rule the skirmish by taking advantage, after working with the Central Army. Instead, I take my daughter as my wife.

Reason makes sense. But Uncle Borderline can't leave the territory while there's competition. Because it is also the role of the Border Lord to hold down neighboring countries in the first place. What's the matter? The pipes with the center are limited. That's where we're going.

This story troubled the Duke whether he should ride or not. And make a decision.

I replied to Pais with such a deliberate voice that I could hear him around.

"No, this is an interesting story inside. It's an invitation at the corner, so take your grandson and I'll come and celebrate Lord Huberlek's son, too. No, if spring may come for your grandchildren, let's be a good souvenir story for His Majesty the King. Wahaha."

"Ha. It's Master Left"

The veracity of the story or the determination of the admissibility of the impact. Or a statement of determination to take care of your expectations for the next move. Wherever it is, it includes the friendship of grandchildren. It was also a statement of intention to consider positively.

It is also a determination to communicate it to His Majesty the King and move after he has decided on the policy of the nation.

Moving poorly concealed would also be a restraint to the point that no other duke could be suspected of.

"To Sir Mortairn, that fold could be a hassle. May I ask for the hassle of transporting my grandchildren and my grandchildren? Whatever, let's play thanks."

"Of course, my lord. If I can be of service to Your Excellency, I will not be more pleased than that."

"Um, thank you very much. Oh, yes, and thanks to Miss Reiki Petra for the painting. Let's do it tomorrow or the day after."

"This is painful for your consideration. Let us greet you with great difficulty."

"Now, you'll have to say hello to the others, so please excuse me. Sucre should listen a little more to Lord Mortairn and Lord Pastry. If you hear something funny, let me hear it later."

"Yes, Grandpa."

The busy Duke, after a gentle thank you to Casserole, leaves the spot to greet another invitee.

On leaving, it may have been something symbolic of this place of socialization that was meant to be courtesy of Pais, who should not be needing it.

Casserole also serves as the head of the Knight House. He left the scene after being spoken to by a blind opponent. I guess the topic will be around to talking to the Duke earlier. Behind the social scene is something with a political face.

In the end, all that was left was the two youngest people on this occasion.

"Lord Pastry-Mortellen, by the way"

"What is it, Sir Sukhoure-Kadrecek?"

"This is how I met you around the corner, so I hope you will continue to do so. For that matter, could you please call me Scuole? I don't like these hardships."

"Okay. Call me pastry, too. [M] I don't like shoulder-to-shoulder conversations because I agree."

I guess there were still parts of the young that felt like each other. Getting close to each other didn't take long.

If you unravel it, you'll also get some anxiety. There are also reasons why young people are not used to the place so much that they can fix it and continue to have tough conversations.

"Well, is Lord Pastry good at making sweets?"

"Yeah. It's my hobby. You also gave Miss Petra, whom I just spoke, a handmade treat. It was a baked treat, but you were quite happy with it. She seems to like sweets."

"I heard good things about that. Be sure to tell me how to make it too, if you like. I need to brush my arms before I see Miss Petra again."

"Of course I don't mind that. Take your handmade treats and you'll be delighted."

Two people laughing soothingly at each other.

But or still? Most are limited, such as talking about young men. Seems that's what the story of pornography is about when it comes to puberty.

When it comes to men of your age, about half of your thinking is used to figure out how to hold a girl. And the other half is made of paranoia.

And in the middle of it, all of a sudden, the conversation with each other becomes unnatural.

No, rightly, a secret conversation that keeps your voice quiet enough to punch you in the ear.

From the side, it looks like he's talking about something downward, or even talking about something hidden. Neither around, nor do I care how those two look is a good thing in these places.

"So... fold into Lord Pais and do me a favor"

"What is it?

A squeaky conversation. At this level of conversation, there would be no one else to listen to.

A young man with a profound face and a slightly more serious appearance. Is there something bothering you?

"Miss Petra's painting. Can you draw more? Something colorful if you can…"

A man does not descend from time to time.

Pais silently added about three more paintings of a beautiful girl.