Sweet Reincarnation

"Oh, Lord Mortairn. You've come all the way to our realm."

"Huberlek Borderline Uncle. It's an honor to welcome you yourself."

"What. A wizard like Sir is a treasure of the nation. Because this is the case, we can't keep it a secret or just hide ourselves. Oh, your son will be here today."

The moon changed to black last month. From this month until about next month, it is roughly the end of the year or the season known as the end of the year, and it is also the month when the cold gets even harsher.

In this time of year, the sun sets quickly, and therefore it is called in the moon crowned with black.

It's in the kingdom of God, where customs like years also remain, and again next month is the New Year, the month in which age is added.

A hitter who remembers magic and thinks of it as a one-shot reversal, etc., arrives at church at the same time as he is of the right age. In other words, around next month is when the earner of another liturgy of Saints.

Conversely, human younger brothers, who already have some standing, try to avoid that kind of crowd as much as they can.

As the latter, and Lord of the President, who has already established a firm position in the East, the Fuberlek Borderline uncle apparently performs another ritual of holiness in such shitty cold weather.

Nobody likes it and doesn't want to go out in cold weather, so church rituals and such become private without having to make reservations.

That was also convenient this time.

"We're out of time, my lord."

"Welcome. Good to see you, Lord Pastry. I wonder if I've grown taller than I've seen before."

"We haven't seen each other since February."

"Oh my God, kids are getting bigger in three days. I've heard rumors of activity. Why did I come to you again today?"

Although the escort and transfer of my daughter was at the disposal of Casserole, trouble was expected in the process.

Naturally, I know a hundred things about Borderline Uncle. It could be a rough thing, so it would seem suspicious if you showed up there with the kids.

I don't think so. Casserole responds to that. Regardless, in fact, my son can also use instant travel, because this time I leave it to my son, etc., I can't say even if my mouth is torn.

"I'll bring you a warrant today. Even though it is inevitable, we may have to keep you waiting for a long time. It's up to me to take someone who's close to his age without boredom. I taught you a little bit about swords, and you can use magic, so you can't keep your feet together."

"Ha, my lord's family love is finally famous. If you were to press it and say that you had brought your son, would you trust him as much as your arm? Indeed, adult rituals can take time. Your consideration hurts."

I have contacted you beforehand, so it is certain that “it will take time” in the church.

But where might there be ears, confirmation of the operation in a blurred form.

Protect in the church, but see if it is good with that hand again, and that will be the outfit to which I replied that I don't mind.

"Well, what are you talking about here? Please go inside the carriage. My daughter is here, so let me say hello."

"Ho ho, the Huberlek carriage is huge on the boulder."

"Nah, the figures are just big. It's my predecessor's hobby. It doesn't suit my taste, because it's sturdy. Here you go."

The Fuberlek border uncle is a magnificent man who will be forty years old by the count.

While his back is around 170cm and slightly smaller than average, his body is just as tight as casserole, and he is military natural to see.

I was pruning my brown hair short, and with my slightly horny face, I let it drift in the style of what I said was a battle.

But it's the carriage that doesn't look good with that look.

The prepared carriages are made everywhere by Teppanyaki, and the sturdiness is origami. It's a big carriage of ten people, and usually the soldiers of the escort will also be on board. Horses and the like are six-headed. This luxurious carriage is unique to the famous Fuberlek Borderline Bojia as a region of good horses.

If you are a soldier, using a well-prepared and well-guarded carriage is more convincing than a good fit.

If it's just about performance, it's perfect for high-ranking military personnel. There must be nothing strange about it. But it doesn't look good. Very unnatural.

Because design is a maiden chick girlie hobby round out.

Overall, the sense of being rounded and using more curves gives the impression of a toy for girls rather than military personnel.

The colors are also pure white, with slightly peachy and watery wave patterns, and I don't think there are very tough military personnel in this.

Pais and the others almost blew out when they went inside.

Everyone gets in, and the horse carriage runs out with a sidekick sitting on the podium.

"Sir Mortairn. We're out of time. Thank you for your time today."

"This is Miss Petra. You look beautiful today at all times. I was delighted to be able to escort beauties like you."

"Ugh, Sir Mortairn is good, too"

There were three women in the carriage.

One is a caregiver's maid. They are well beyond their forties, but they are mysterious women who can only be seen in their late twenties, no matter how they look at it.

The other is, today's star. It's Miss Petra, the third woman of the Fuberlek border uncle.

Naturally, both Casserole and Pais greet first.

"Dear Petra, it's all the same."

"Master Pastry seems fine. Thank you for this delicious baked treat."

"If you liked it, it was worth it. We'll bring it back to you in a little bit."

"I'd love to. Since then, I've dreamed about the sweets I've received."

It is artisanal profitability to be happy and to be expected again.

Pais was satisfied that he was pleased with his sweets.

At the same time, I also remember some dismay that the next opportunity would give way to the Duke's grandson, who became my friend.

"Master Licorice, it's been a long time."

"Yes."

And the other one. Miss Licoris-Mil-Huberlek.

As the name suggests, it is the blood of the Bourbon House of Hubarek, and falls upon the four women of the present Lord. Sisters of the same age as Miss Petra-Mil-Huberlek, who is also the star of the day. That is, they are twins.

A slight difference in the moment of birth made me a sister and a sister.

Naturally, the age at which adults become adults is the same. For the reason that it is unnatural to receive only my sister even though it is an adult ritual, I plan to receive another liturgy today, just like my sister.

"Rico, what is your greeting when you came all the way from a distant realm"

"I'm sorry, sister"

"You'll have to apologize to me. Not at all... Dear Pastry, I hope you're not offended. This girl is not always like this..."

"It's okay."

Payce said it was okay also meant that you didn't have to worry about it. but it also means that I don't mind if you say hello like this.

A confectioner is a profession that makes people smile. That's what Pace thinks.

People always smile when they eat something delicious. Because when you're sad, you don't feel delicious where you ate anything.

I want to make the best confectionery. For a boy with that thought, that is synonymous with making the best smile. For delicious sweets, you can also prepare a smile.

That is the pride of pastry as an artisan.

To make a person smile, it makes sense that the person must know what they want and what they will be happy with.

A first-rate craftsman can only be considered a first-rate human observation.

In the eyes of a boy with literally first-rate experience, I could well see why Miss Liquorice seemed grumpy.

That's why I got the word that it was okay.

So when Pais looked to the side, there were two big men looking at each other.

Nothing is man to man and willing to do that, it's obviously an atmosphere I said secretly.

"(Sir Casserole. It still seems that those who try to harm my daughter are moving. Do me a favor. My hands are secretly doing it to the King's Capital, but I still don't feel comfortable. This engagement show must succeed in whatever it takes)"

"(I'll take care of it. My men are already ready over there. in case it can't be)"

We have to distract the women from this because we are talking to Hisohiso in a low voice. Is it because of Pais' experience that he began to pretend to chat? The exciting topic is still love stories. Especially when it comes to being a fiancée, the Duke's grandson is a good eater.

After a while of chatter, a voice hangs from a samurai who has been silent until then.

"Ma'am. Looks like we'll be at church shortly. Please be prepared."

There is also a great education for samurai if it is also the Borderline House on the boulder.

Without interrupting the conversation, the timing was perfect, and the voice of preparation hung.

It's an extraordinary reminder that when you get off the carriage, it's the easiest moment to target.

I'm not a man who doesn't realize that.

The lady of the samurai goes down first, then Pace goes down and asks around.

Here, if you are an eye-catcher, you notice that the boy showed a slightly unnatural gesture.

Between Mortairn parents and children there is a hand sign arranged with each other. It is Shiites, the other squire chief, who learns about this hand sign. A subordinate and Pace's mother find out some of the escape instructions and so on.

With that hand sign, I told him that there was subtle disturbing air around him.

"(number of people, right 2, back 2, left 1 and away 1. Threat, lower than inside. No bow. Easy to control)"

Say as expected or less than expected? If it is a raid of this magnitude, it is pre-assumed and works as per the meeting.

If the raiding side finds out that they are already noticed hiding, then unforeseen things are also likely to happen. Jumping tools and the like are examples of this. If you can, don't make me realize what I'm aware of. I want to wait.

Therefore, the casserole also gives instructions by hand sign.

"(I'm in charge of the right and back. Protect left)"

"(Understood)"

In this operation, the magic of the casserole makes it in the shape of flying to the king's capital. Actually, Pais does, but only two of the Knights know that. Regardless of the topical content of the operation itself, it has been stopped to the border uncle. It's a covert operation, and that's why the adult aristocrats don't have escorts who are supposed to be there. The Borderline Bojia elite unit of the escort is waiting in Wangdu by now.

This place can only be defended by three men. Or they would be attacking here for it. Because I planned so that this was the only opportunity to be thin.

"You seem to have a lot of dew in your way because it's getting cold. Do you want to expose it first so that you don't get wet in the dew on the go"

"Right. It's better to drop dew in your own garden than to do it in someone else's garden. Is it on schedule?"

The men know exactly what they're talking about.

In the form of the last drop off of the two girls, everyone got out of the carriage.

All are soothing and slight air on the surface.

Towards the church, when I tried to move on.

"Wow."

"Oh, hey."

There were those who shouted unintelligible words that I didn't quite understand, and shook their swords, more like rusty iron sticks, and attacked them.

The Borderline House has enough role patterns to prepare for external enemies, enemies, etc., to sweep and throw away. The Duke of Kadreček family is also prone to buying grievances, a role that helps each of the territorial houses in the center.

If you hate both houses, you can't leave the sunny stage or anything you want to break.

Besides, the assets and rights held by the principals, one of the most important towns in the country, are vast. Rich territory and strong armaments.

Quite a few people would be reluctant to have the two families united.

Or, from what I aim to gain, the marriage of the two families. That too is limited to breaking the engagement of the Duke's house trail and so on. Neither will the awkward cauldron aim be enough with the fingers of both hands.

The people attacking me must have been hired by a man who wants to smash the edge of that hand.

I mean, there's no reason not to.

"Die YAGGGGGGG!!

"I don't have enough training. Train for 200 years and get back out."

"Father, I don't think people can live for two hundred years."

"Well, let's keep it a hundred years."

An elephant like you haven't even been able to keep your weapon up. I am not the enemy of a trained knight.

Besides, they're just bad opponents to attack with a few people. If you're going to attack a magic knight who can even ignore the word as it stands in time, you need this ten times.

Sneaky, Pais was also mutilated and intact with one person, but that makes his father's activity too noticeable as such.

He was lightly cutting off about two people and powerless the rest.

"Excellent work, Sir Casserole. Thank you for protecting my daughter."

"Of what. Your Excellency, if you're this much of an opponent, you can't take the delay. Come on, get inside the church, no matter what."

Smell of iron and smell of blood. It was Pais and Caserol who wiped the sword with a cloth, but I never get used to this smell.

Not to mention, I guess it was too irritating for a girl raised in a box. He looked quite shocked.

But we can't just sit there at the scene of the attack.

Encourage two girls and one unknown age to enter the church.

"Sir Mortairn. I'll do the" end of story ”and then go after him. If Mon vandalized our garden, he'd have to pay for it."

"Okay. I hope as soon as I can."

Uncle Borderline and his entourage appear to rendezvous after handling the impotent who attacked them.

In the church, it's similar everywhere.

There is no futile ornament or anything else, the paintings and altars of the Spirit stand out the most.

If there's anything different about Pais's church, it's about the number of chairs.

"Which one is it?

The woman who was in the church does what.

"I am Lord of the House of the Knights of Mortern, Casserole. I brought in the Huberlek Border House. Where is the priest?"

"Oh, yes, I will call you right away!!

Apprenticeship Sister and woman rushing to the back like a shedding.

Named after Casserole, I panicked.

Whatever, nobleman. That's also in conjunction with a line of our own lords' families. If you're unfamiliar with these facials, you guys can't say very well, just wait a minute.

A line of aristocrats with judicial power. If you compare it in modern times, it's like a bunch of police have been pushing it.

It must have been natural to hurry up and go get the great guy.

Slightly hastily, it was just after that that a man in priestly clothes came out.

I guess I couldn't have kept you waiting for a line of nobility no matter how much.

"This is nobility. You have come to a place like this. The incumbent is a non-talented priest in this church. My name is Willis. What can I do for you today?"

"I can't tell you anything about that story from my mouth. This will be the story since the arrival of His Excellency Mr. Fuberlek Borderline. Have you heard anything about your son?

"Well, what is it?"

After all, the man who honors this priest is also a considerable raccoon.

Uncle Fuberlek himself is not there, only the unfamiliar. Beyond that, I suppose you're thinking about the possibility that a suitable human being is trying to make up a nobleman in his name and ask him what he plans to do with the sacrament of another rite.

Its neatness is brilliant even from the casserole and pais of knowing the circumstances.

Even as a escort, I can't give out information from before I can see if the other person is really a priest, beyond being a covert act. Maybe it's because the thief is trying to impersonate the priest and listen to his plans.

Both sides, this is where we wait for each other's common knowledge. In other words, he was waiting for Uncle Fuberlek himself.

Situations alone fill a quieter church from time to time with greater silence.

In silence, it was only a matter of time before a voice broke it.

"Hey, for some reason" lucky ”, there was an occasional patrol at home. I've entrusted the processing to you early, late... oh, Lord Mortairn, what's the matter, stop in this place"

"Oh, my lord. I've been waiting for you."

Coming into the church was a forty (approx.) great man. Waiting to come was one of the frontier uncles of Hubarek.

"This is Mr. Borderline. Welcome here today."

With a low back that may even be a rubber, the priest welcomes the borderline uncle.

I don't know if that's true. The Fuberlek Border House is a military family. He was known as a devout saint for generations, a vocational pattern that constantly sees man's life and death up close.

Even if victory or defeat is the norm in a soldier's home, there are still so many opportunities for people who want to believe in God's blessings and doings that they fight on the front lines.

Inevitably, the amount donated by the Huberleks to the Church will be considerable.

Quick story is, I'm good at church.

Since the donation amount is equal sales grade church clergy, let's be one of the rubbers.

"Um, the priest's here today, for example. So, what's a stand-up here?

It was Casserole who answered Sir Huberlek's query.

"No, no, no. We were just saying hello because we didn't know each other."

"It seems so. No, I was able to meet the famous Lord Mortairn, and I was delighted."

From here on out, we know each other better than to be able to confirm each other in the form of an intermediary.

An implicit understanding that there was no such thing as a crappy exploration.

Regardless, it is the Fuberlek Borderline uncle who could have been the adult exchange of this hand, even though he perceives it and pretends not to know it.

"Let us show you to your room as soon as possible. Ladies, come on in."

Finally, he recovered from the sudden shock of being attacked. Miss Petra had an interesting look around the church just now.

He doesn't look great on his adult appearance and is unexpectedly on a diagrammatically thick nerve.

Proceed with the samurai and sister in a manner prompted by the priest.

But still, it was bewildering to be taken to a dim place underground, even though it had not been long since he was attacked. It is normal if you have normal nerves.

Among other things, my sister probably didn't have a thick nerve wrap around her.

Unexpectedly, I try to get caught by what was nearby.

"It's okay. It's with us."

"Huh?"

They hung up, and there finally, Miss Liquorice realized that what she was caught was the boy's sleeve.

I was a little shy, but I guess the scare won better. I strengthened my grip without letting go.

Because all this time, at least I didn't think he was an enemy, and he was the closest thing in his life besides his sister. She had a strange sense of security for a boy who was supposed to be younger than herself.

"Come on in. Come in."

Unlike her sister, who had something to rely on nearby, Miss Petra, who was put in the room, was anxious to come here.

That would be natural, too. He was attacked with a clear intent to kill, and before his blood dried, he was taken to a dim basement, where there were no windows. Inside the basement is a chair that seems to be for restraint.

Now humans who don't feel anything are perverts who, in a way, have passed the figure fat.

Regardless, she is even normal. Instead, it may be more delicate than normal because until now, it was raised with care by a butterfly, a flower, and even leaving the mansion was rare.

If there had been no father or samurai beside him, he would have fled the scene with his sister.

"You're going to do another ritual here, aren't you?

Yes, the girl asked, I guess it was the one heart that wanted to dispel the anxiety.

I want to believe that what we're going to do is normal. I'd like to think it's a normal ritual. That's why she expected an affirmative reply.

"No."

But what returned was a word of denial from the boy. The lady's complexion, which darkens the sad shade, blues while she looks.

The girl who is anxious and likely to be squashed. But appeases to the boy's words that follow.

"I'm going to fly to the King's Capital. On my father's instant travel. It is not until we get there that we perform the ritual. You don't have to worry about anything because we're attached."

When your mind is negative, once you tap it off to the bottom, but reassure it with a refreshing, gentle grin. Sweet things taste better after tiredness, and water tastes good after running. Dropping once before lifting is not always a means of negotiation for aristocrats, but it is difficult to discern additions or subtractions to use.

I didn't know you could do this this this year, it's a natural sketch, Huberlek Borderline Uncle credits the boy that way.

Sooner or later, there is certainty of a floating name in the social world. As a nobleman, it was a rare romantic marriage, without a side chamber, the opposite of his father, who was famous for his solidity of possession, Borderline uncle left a note in the corner of his heart.

"Then hold each other's hands. With an image connected by a single line"

It's strange that for some reason the boy is partitioned, but everyone honestly follows the instructions they say.

Magic is by personal qualities. What can be done and what cannot be done? Or what constraints, and what nature? Only the person will do that.

Therefore, if you ask me to shake your hand, I can only believe it is necessary.

Between the right side of the boundaries of Huberlek and the left side of the Knight of Mortairn, the pastry is pinched. Everyone's mental health is preferable to having miserable old men holding hands with each other.

My daughter's hand is firmly held in the empty left hand of Uncle Borderline. Hands of my sister, who is the lead actor.

And on the other side of Miss Petra's empty hand, my sister's hand is held.

Where we gripped each other, we could see the friendship of our sisters.

"May I, too? I'm afraid to hold hands with the lady."

"Yeah, I'm fine. And Carrera."

Little hands of my sister princess Liquorice.

It was the samurai who gripped it gently to envelop it. There is a feeling in the hands of a woman called Caela that she gave me a goth verse because of her water work and hard work. But the hand is the hand that the two sisters prefer.

When Caela held the hand of her husband's daughter. The samurai felt uncomfortable.

The hand I shook was too cold.

Though we will be adults today, the year is twelve. Your body temperature should be higher than that of an adult.

Nevertheless, I felt colder than my own hands.

That is nothing more than the fact that the girl here remembers considerable tension and anxiety.

Caela put a little effort into shaking hands.

"I'm coming."

Dark basement.

Feeling each other's shaken hands slightly distorts their sight.

The area was unfamiliar during the blink of a mistake.

It makes no difference that it's a basement.

It's a dark room, and it doesn't change the fact that there's a chair that's securely fixed in the center.

It was just that everything was different from just now.

There, as soon as possible, the silver-haired boy with his hands off the two old men, smiles and says:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the King's Capital."