Sweet Reincarnation

The cold is also getting tougher by the day, and the authentic winter has finally arrived in the territory of the Knight of Mortairn.

In the midst of the rumors of rape (or smudge), the relief that this winter is going to be quite easy to cross filled the realm.

Moreover, the idea of going beyond winter is because winter is a difficult season for crops to be harvested. Since there are more beasts to hibernate, no vegetables to grow, and winter wheat cannot be picked until spring, it is necessary to spend until spring almost exclusively in storage. As a result, the amount of storage determines whether we will make it through the winter safely. If there is a scarcity of storage, there will be starving and frozen deaths by spring.

This year, there have been bandit raids and so on, and storage and so on should have been tough if it had been. Especially the villagers outside the main village do not store them back in their village.

Nonetheless, why is there no rush for them?

The reason for this is a series of measures taken by the Lords.

During the winter months, each house was rebuilt in two villages, east and west, and the husband of the field was imposed.

Regardless, it was established that the houses that took part in it were fed about ten person-days of food and firewood with the participation of every single person in the day, and that they would spend no time unrelated to hunger and cold during the winter months.

Even children are paid half of the time, and each house is full of people here. Especially large families with more than ten people, who suffer from hunger if they don't let two or more out, are also desperate.

The fact that a large number of wagons had recently brought mountain-like luggage into the main village also increased the reliability of the measure. Look at the pile of wheat bags, the situation that is swarming with us ahead.

Instead of feeling the small amount of accumulation, it seems that now is the time to work all the time, and conversely, there will be houses that increase accumulation.

"You're doing well."

It was the General Manager of the series of measures who heard the report.

That is, it is a lord, casserole-mil-mortern. After earning money, he sat on his back in the territory to clean up the chores he was accumulating.

He remembered with satisfaction the fruits of his policies, which he had done for his inhabitants until he had cut his money.

"Steady, why did the lord need to do it so far?

The belly heart that raised the report. Shiitz expressed his natural doubts.

Originally, they do not imitate the way a lord gives money to a people. Rather on the contrary, it is the lord who takes money from the inhabitants. Maintain territory and correct security. Take a tax for that. That is what is right.

It can only be hilarious, such as a lord who pays his people until he makes his own money.

"As a lord, it's not much to be praised for, but starving or freezing the people would also disqualify the lord, wouldn't it?

"Oh, that sweetness must be a good place for the Admiral."

"Let Shiites continue to rely on you."

"A little sweeter for me won't punish you."

The jokes also mix up with each other's unhesitant interactions.

In the midst of laughter, the atmosphere also loosens somewhere to the nostalgia of being able to loosen up.

"I hear how sweet it is, are we talking about sweets?

A bell-like cute voice mixed in such a loose air.

Whoever it is, it's a pastry.

"Boy, let's knock."

"It will be the same whether you do or not. I can hear you laughing outside."

"Once you're done rebuilding, you won't even have that sound leak, will you?

"Then I'll knock."

At present, Zarsden, the main village, is undergoing expansion work. Sometimes more and more people are expanding the range of moats and fences, and partitioning is being organized accordingly.

There are also plans to increase the number of wells by about two in the village, and a new brick building is being built as a new Lordship Hall. Work was under way on the steep pitch and we were planning to move in the next spring.

For the record, it seems that it has also become a meeting place because of the temporary gathering of people to the main village to combat banditry, and Mortairn territory is now a marriage boom. Because marriage permits are the Lord's business, Casserole has been hanging on to it for some time now. Next fall or so, it's a baby boom hunch.

"So, Pais, I guess you had something to do. What's the matter? Is something wrong?

"Yes, Father. I left a letter with the merchants on the way in. This was my first time here, and I was asked where the Lordship Hall was. I was surprised to learn that I was the son of a lord, but I handed him a letter of haste and received it on his behalf for about three shilots."

"Well, thank you"

"This is the letter. There are two."

Casserole receives a letter from her son to see the address and back.

One is the Duke of Kadrecek, who greeted him first. To the great wizards, there is a glimpse of his people's tea.

The other is a letter from Uncle Fuberlek Border. His Mitsujin had a rough handwriting and caught a glimpse of his poor paperwork due to his arbitrary temperament. To Sir Mortairn, it is written just like that.

I have an approximate expectation of what's coming from both of us.

With the knife Shiites has given me with the breath of an abalone, I cut the seal. The letter of this hand is first and foremost what the lord sees, and the others have no right to see. Unless the lord permits it.

"Hmm."

"What did it say?

"Joyful Shiites, Pais. Extraordinary income determined. Stein, this is extraordinary income for 20,000 silver coins."

From the amount and the other person, the two of you get the details.

The opponent who had promised twenty thousand Stein silver coins was Uncle Fuberlek Borderline. It was only because the three of us here knew that the contents of the promise we had made were the intermediary between the three Borderline Mistress and the Duke's grandchildren.

"So have you finally decided on the engagement of Lord Skoole?"

"Oh. They're announcing an engagement inside to match Miss Petra's adults"

"That's eye-catching."

"It is certainly a celebration. It is the engagement of the eldest son of the Duke's son on the boulder. Inside, they gather a lot of people in the King's Capital. So, as Miss Petra went to King's Capital to reveal herself, she asked me to escort her to King's Capital and escort her until she was safely prepared."

Again, the three nod without knowing who it was.

The grandfather of the contemporary Duke of Kadrecek hit the brother of a king three generations ago, who was the first of the Duke's family. A quick story is royal relatives. At the time, it was a newly built Duke's house, but a family in which generations of principals had excelled but had thus taken on heavy responsibilities.

The face of gathering will be luxurious. Will the role be confirmed by the members alone?

Naturally, human beings who want to interrupt are not enough with fingers on both hands. It would be a hundred million robberies just to count.

"The fringe between the Duke's and the Borderline Uncle's. I hope it's not too much trouble."

"It's just a hopeful observation. It's impossible, Father."

"Then why don't you say no? It's better not to take any trouble from the beginning."

"This is how two heavy towns of the state will ask me, and there's no way I can say no. The other letter is coming with his head down. If you refuse, you need to be prepared to make the Duke and all those close to the border uncle enemies. We'll have to take it."

Noble betrothals can't be guessed. It is not uncommon for a child to be turned upside down depending on the circumstances, because there are things that can be decided before the child is even distracted.

Home and house. Title and title. Status and status. Or money and power. It is the aristocratic marriage that builds on the idea of such an interest-bearing relationship.

For example, if the other clan had fallen off and been stripped of their aristocracy, where there was about to be a daughter in a leading aristocratic family, no parent would want to have a daughter in such a house.

I mean, I don't know when, or when, they're gonna break up their engagement.

But it doesn't make sense to be suspicious of each other until hours just because that's why.

So, there's going to be an engagement announcement.

Whatever happens to us, I'm not going to renege on this engagement, and I appeal to you around.

Doing so reassures both houses of the fiancée parties of each other. It is only logical to keep a hustle and bustle and receive festive items from people (almost), but not without them.

Conversely, I want to interrupt my engagement. Or for someone who wants to destroy their engagement sooner or later, it will be absolutely difficult for them to disclose it.

Marriage is a powerful bond. However, it takes a good couple and more than a decade to lump a person of marriageable age, besides the limited number of prominent children.

This time, the grandson of the Duke's family. This property is superb enough to come with it. From the people who have been after Tiger Sight for a long time, I want to crush whatever this story is like a sudden sidewalk.

The most “ideal" thing to do is to have an "accidental accident” with the other daughter.

In such a situation, while protecting a girl unfamiliar with the journey, traveling to and from politically disturbed land and other people's territory is like falling asleep (yabu) in summer without the use of insect repellent spray or mosquito rind incense.

It is more obvious than seeing fire that extra bugs will come together.

Rather, it is an unnatural and extreme situation to say that nothing happened.

Send the girl to Wangdu in full distress. Without going through extra places if you can.

I see, there will be nothing better than [instant travel] of casserole. I know the logic, but there was one problem with Pais and the others.

Thirty crowns for escorts and transfers.

"Thirty plaw gold coins is lavish. Would you like to build some more houses, Admiral?"

"You've got to be kidding me, Shiits. Carrying them will delude Pace's magic. It's still an escort. Wang Du is the residence of the Magic Buddha. Arrangements for people alone would be enough, no matter how much money they have. Honestly, it could be a deficit."

"What do we do alone?

"That's what you call an idiot. In those of us who have no land prospects in the Wang capital, we deal with unforeseen circumstances. Firstly, how can we defend ourselves alone?"

Problems with this story.

That ends in that we have to escort him until he reveals himself safely.

"How about renting the Duke's mansion? Just carry it around and lock it up there."

"You won't like the Fuberlek border uncle. Then why don't you make it our annex or something? Regardless, I hate the Kadreček family if I use the mansion of the Borderline Uncle. That's why they're asking us to do it."

"How about you stay in the realm until it's critical?

"That hates the Duke's house. If it's enough to make you come or not, it's also true that you should just come to Wang Capital. Both are military lineages, and I can't tell you that it's common sense to come earlier than the promised time, and plans you can't afford tend to collapse in the first place. Oh, that's what you're asking us to do. Totally annoying."

From both houses, it is natural to ask for escorts from humans who are knowledgeable and neutral from both sides and who can be trusted accordingly. I also have a face that I handed over as an intermediary.

Both the Duke and the Borderline House are people who know the back of politics. We can't and shouldn't trust each other completely. If you rub which one is in charge of protection, you won't be able to clean it up, and the liability issue will be troublesome. Fujiko also hangs up.

Similar stories include moving an army in a neighboring country to escort her fiancée to reveal that she was on the verge of war. There's no way we're gonna do that.

If Uncle Border moves his army poorly, he will suffer unnecessary misunderstandings. or the same hassle even if the Central Army or the Duke's Home Private Army put out.

Then there's no more trouble leaving it to the few elites who have the strength to trust and can collateralize each other's neutrality.

Apparently. It is the common understanding of the three of us that it is a real pain in the ass.

"If we were to protect it, we'd come up with a good place."

"Well, the boulder is a boy"

When escorting important people in such a small group, the most troublesome thing is that the subject of the escort moves around.

Especially if you're an adult girl and you're visiting Wang Capital for the first time, you can't be unmoved by rarity.

Even Pais, who remembers his previous life, looked at what he saw for the first time.

It was impossible in the first place to tell a child in his years of action and curiosity that he would just sit still and be protected.

What is the best place to escort such a human being?

Shiites and Casserole didn't think of it, but Pace seemed different.

"There is a room surrounded by sturdy walls, with no windows and only one entrance, and a nominal place to make it stand still there"

"Where is that... no, I get it. Church."

"Yes, the three of us would know what kind of place it is, but it's not something we know much about."

"I get it, too. You're going to lock me in a room that I'm going to use by book sacrifice."

"Locking up is a bad word. Just before the revelation, the ritual“ from all circumstances ”only prolongs. From the beginning, the child to be escorted comes to the Wang Capital in the name of performing the ritual of adulthood."

I see, Shiites and Casserole were impressed.

Sure, it's a great way to make non-adult kids grow up. Because in the first place, it's a dedicated room to keep you still.

The church will have plenty of know-how to curb the curiosity of young people, and is good at manipulative manipulation that makes them grow up.

It is also convenient to say that the structure inside is not very well known. Those receiving this sacrament are limited to aristocrats and wealthy people, and about one in twenty people who have entered the room to do this sacrament. Because they are trapped in the dark, even people who have been in often don't remember the inside well.

There are also quite a few people who say that they do not know the structure well outside the church they received because it is only once in their lives.

If so, even if it's on the side of trying to raid, it's hard to get sudden impulses. At least for as much time as it takes to examine the structure inside, you can take away the time of a virtual enemy.

Even a small number will spare you the trouble of finding out and giving up the raid. Just to prevent a sudden accident is your word.

In case. No, there's almost certainly a raid, but it's also going to be different in terms of protection.

Structure is also strict to prevent light from leaking, mostly underground, and besides, there is one entrance and exit. There is no easier place to protect.

"Let's do that. Let us tell His Excellencies that, as an action plan, we will head out to the Church of the Borderline Uncle in the name of the Sacred Separation Rite. Sneak fly from there to the Church of the King's Capital and defend it as it is until the appointed time"

"Sounds good."

"If there's nothing, there's nothing."

"Admiral, let's not say ominous things. Now you make thirty gold coins blurry. Seriously, why don't you think about building more houses?

"Don't do that until this job is over."

The Mortairn family's nostalgia was apparently about to spring one foot away.

"Father, by the way."

"Hmm?"

"This is also an invoice to match the cost of the letter. I've already given the letter to the merchant team, so I'd like to take care of it."

"Oh, thank you"

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I was on my way in."

Pais gave the parchment to his father and tried to leave the room.

The area around the collar is grabbed.

"Wait a minute, Pais."

"Yes, Father, what is it?"

"What is this box of bonkas and a barrel of sugar?

Fifteen lobni a let for the sum. For a general household of residents, it's just an amount that won't have trouble eating for a year or so.

This order to the merchants was not supposed to be an item.

Who ordered this stuff extra? There is only one killer. Bad witty working kid flirting with the cage of parents shopping in the store, sneaking sweets into each other.

"Tehe."

"In a more normal childhood place now, will I be deluded? You have no pennies for the time being. I'll deduct this minute from my share of this job!!

"Eh!!

"It's not. You stupid son!!

Pais' head out of the room was made of an oversized tankob.