Sweet Reincarnation

022, alarmed.

"Did you notice?"

It was one man who spoke out that way.

"No."

It was one boy who replied.

There is one girl beside her, tied with her eyes closed.

"Oh, you're awake. Fine. So, does the boy need an explanation of the status quo?

"If we weren't kidnapped, I'd like an explanation."

"Then you don't need it. I'm still a gentleman. I'm glad you don't have to force your kids to understand your position. I don't like beating up kids with that. If you stay a good kid and grow up, boy, I'll set you free one of these days. That's good."

It's Strudel who looks insidious and laughs with only one cheek. I threw away my family name a long time ago, just Strudel. He's the leader of the mercenary regiment.

Pastry-Mill-Morthern was the boy who slightly wandered off and showed a sleigh that sheltered the woman beside him. This time she was in charge of escorting Miss Borderline Burger.

Now his body is tied up with ropes wrapped around him many times and he is like a potato worm.

"You're a tool to make that woman grow up, so let's make sure she's safe for now. I'll bring you some dinner later. I'm not saying anything bad. Until then, keep him company. I'll tell you what, don't think about running away. If you imitate me like that... I'll kill you."

To the man's words in front of him, the boy replied in silence.

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Casserole-Mill-Morthern was calm.

"That hole was definitely at the hands of the wizard. The remnants of the magic crept in."

"Where were you connected?

"It was connected to a room in the mansion next to the church. I don't know who did it, but beneath the ground, you crossed the boulder."

"Normally I don't think I can do that. You're a wizard because you're not normal. Like a general."

"Don't you say that."

Sir Mortairn zeroed to his belly, best friend and wizard in front of him.

Even assuming that there are wizards in the virtual enemy when it comes to escorting them, we don't even know what kind of magic to use.

Thousands of different, ten different colors. Of all the expectations that this might happen, it turned out to be the worst case scenario.

No, the worst was to commit mass murder indiscriminately, so compared to that, is the worst still spared?

"So, what did Uncle Borderline say?

"You said your sister's engagement show was the top priority. Because it's obvious that this is to crush the revelations, we can't neglect the security of the fatalists. Still, I was given a few gestures because it was about my daughter."

"Where are they now?

"I'm following footsteps"

"What I'm wasting my legs on. With all the hard work"

If there is any salvation, are there still clues?

If I say it correctly, there is a boy beside me who will drop by for clues and signals at any cost.

By the time it was found out, Caserol was already convinced of the solution.

"Master, I know where the young man is."

"That's fast."

"No, I went back to my room earlier and this stuff was falling off. It was never there before, so definitely not the little one... but the young lady“ sent "it."

Adults who knew the pastry looked convinced, and people who didn't know each other well looked strange, to the extent that they promptly gave us clues.

It's Glasage who's been finding clues. He is also famous for his fingerfolding bow in Mortaire territory, and as a squire he is still thirty men who work and flock there.

What was handed out of his hand was a piece of cloth.

Letters like burnt were “transcribed” in the form of a clean book.

"The culprit is a man of the former Duke of Armenia. They're incarcerated in the basement of the old Armia Mansion. Shiites."

"Heh."

"Immediately contact the Fuberlek border uncle and the Duke of Kadrecek. Borrow as many men as you can. I'm going to put together a gesture. Meet me at the mansion."

"Would it be quicker if the Admiral sent me?

"Then I'll send it now. I got it."

"Boy will take care of you, too."

In his belly, which rested gently on his shoulders, Sir Mortairn cast his magic silently.

The hand of the knight who was touching it because it is a magical activated condition. Shiites received a much stronger presence there as a manifestation of readiness.

Towards some of the men who disappear from one room of the church in an instant, Casserole faces off with the face of a brave man who has abandoned his father's sweetness.

"Gentlemen, things dispute for a moment. All under my command, I want you to hurry on your way. The old Armia Mansion is on its way. The aim is to ensure the identity of the mastermind, as well as the safety of Miss Liquorice. My son, Pastry, is on the spot, but it is the safety of your first priority. All the family members of the Hubarek family, under my command, pray for the same. Let's go."

"" Oops!!

Subordinates, family, mercenaries. And the recruiters who were on the spot quickly formed a group.

That number exceeds thirty.

When things happen, I come to the occasion to respond strangely, but I can say that it is a praiseworthy response.

The actions of the Knight Ser, who immediately added those who could be called wild fights as gestures, were exactly what could be described as ad hoc.

Of the people who were gathered together by the scent of gold and rights, two were still in the church. He who was aiming at a servant and it was not appropriate, and he who failed to connect his face.

Casserole conjured up the men who were flattened by this clerk. The effect of the bait hanging at that time was immense.

"I tell you all. A lady from the Hubarek family was kidnapped. Rescue of the lady or the capture of the killer can be a major feature. I promise him who exchanges one of them that he will surely take it in the name of the Knight of the Kingdom of God, Casserole-Mil-Morthern. Other than that, I promise to acknowledge (give) a mouthful of credit. The location is the former Armiah residence. Inside, traps and defenses are considered, so surround the perimeter. From either entrance or exit in the back table, it is expected that the escape of the mastermind or the transfer of the Mistress will take place. It is not known which of the back tables applies. Expect good luck, gentlemen. Things dispute for a moment. Everybody, if you want merit, you're in a hurry."

The clerk hopeful who heard this mouth rushed to the Armiah mansion with us.

"Are you okay with making that promise?

"I don't mind. I can't help it anyway."

The face of a casserole with a grin. Glasage, who was beside him, sees the shadow of a prank lover common to both parents and children there.

I am convinced that the evil wisdom of the next lord is an absolute father concession.

"What would you do if the people who ran away really caught the mastermind or took back Miss Liquorice?"

"If that's competent enough, it's not a rush to hire us either. I just wanted more villages and more manpower. But that won't happen."

"Why. If we surround the mansion with that number, maybe we'll catch whoever tried to escape, right?

"You don't have to bother breaking through surrounded enemies when there are those who dig the ground and grab people. But after all that hole digging. Unless the magic is even pais-like, you can dig it that far. Catch a demonic thief just outside the enclosure. They're hounds for it."

There are several ways of hunting, one of which is surrounding hunting. Unlike solicited or tracked hunting, it is known as a hunting method that worries relatively little about letting them escape.

The drawback is that we need manpower, but we mobilized it on an ad hoc basis.

"What if I had prepared an escape route in advance?

"If it gets noisy in the enclosure, Pais will notice. If you try to escape from an advance escape route, you'll get one of the rewards from him. If you know I'm here, you're a son who can breathe well enough. If you run away with it, with Shiites' [far-sightedness] and Pace's insides, only we are overwhelmingly advantageous. Probably strong. You may not fight enemy forces, but only aim to ensure the safety of the mastermind and Miss Liquorice. In that case, the handles will be taken from us without any difficulty. Kukuku."

The shadow of a bad face darkens its color even more.

Grassage cruised the Lord's wickedness as a servant, whether he should rejoice in his reliability, or mourn.

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"Mm-hmm..."

Licoris-Mil-Huberlek wakes up from her fine sleep.

Sure, I should have been in church. And slowly opens his eyes in an attempt to remember the memory after sudden shaking and floating sensations.

"Have you noticed?

Calm voice.

Like a spring breeze stroking its fluffy cheeks, somewhere gentle, then cool.

The girl turns a blind eye to the one who hears it.

"Master Pastry?

"Yeah. Do you have any idea where this is and what the situation is now?

"I'm sorry, I don't know"

"This is the kidnapper's castle, and we're being kidnapped. Well, it was more of a kidnapping than a kidnapping."

Liquorice's body tends to the word abduction.

Daily butterflies in the mansion. For a lady raised to be a flower, the malice of others clearly directed at her can only be terror.

"It's okay, I'm here. Rest assured."

The gentle words of the boy make me feel much more likely to take my feelings.

How many times would you have felt dependable on this boy just today?

If I can, I want to put myself in that language. I'll take care of everything, and if you can protect me, I want you to.

Unaccustomed minds become weak because the situation changes dramatically.

But she came to the question of whether she was qualified for it.

Always, always, a concern I've been thinking about. I wondered if it was worth just being protected by myself compared to my brilliant, beautiful and dependable sister.

This time the story was decided, I went along with my sister and made the thought stronger. The concern that everyone sees is their sister, not themselves. On the road, that was also why I was heartless.

"Ooh, was that a knight temptation a little while ago? You look great. Uncle, I think I'm falling in love."

"Stop wasting your mouth. If the woman woke up too, she'd talk fast.“ We ”won't do anything if we're adults. I brought you some rice, so eat."

What was given was water in a wooden vessel and hardened bread.

If incarceration is prolonged, you don't know when you can eat it next, so you have the option to keep it, but pretend that the other person has eaten it because they might be served something just by the other person.

"Hey, you keep an eye out. If you commit suicide badly, you won't get paid by that idiot."

"Ugh, no."

I guess it's because I found out Liquorice woke up.

The chief told his men to keep an eye on him.

There is only one concern they have. That the girl who is supposed to perform the engagement show will dictate herself to her own circumstances.

The fact that the girl is actually my sister, and she's different. Or you have to be really vigilant, besides being the boy you're supposed to be following. They hadn't noticed at this point yet.

When it comes to agility, the boy, who is also notorious for pranksters, is trained accordingly.

Therefore, I understand when I see that the consciousness of the people who grabbed me and the girl is detached from me and alarmed.

And he knew nothing of things, and he called out to the man on watch, disguised as a boy with nothing to fear.

"Hey, brother, what are we going to do?

"Am I right? Well, whatever the woman there is, you could get killed. Kake."

Those engaged in backyard operations are mostly abusive.

As much as I can hurt myself, it's natural to take it for granted because it's a bunch of people who want to stand on the side of hurting others.

The absurdity of the boy in blue and silver greatly stimulates his abusive heart.

Help with the boredom of the watch, too, and the man talks to the boy.

"I don't want to die yet. By the way, where are we?

"You're not gonna tell me, Bogus."

"Who told you to grab us?

"Come on, let's go. I'm gonna kill you right now, kid."

"If you kill me, you'll get 200 gold coins.

"Bullshit... what?

Two hundred gold coins.

That's so much money for a man walking between the grey and black of the law as the lower end of a mercenary regiment that he's never been connected to.

With a specific amount of money out, the man accidentally fitted into the boy's talking skills.

"I'm still a nobleman. If you're asking for ransom, I think you can claim enough."

"If you don't blow it in, I'll strangle you."

"He said it wasn't a lie. I don't want to die, either."

Nobility. Or it is common for his younger brother to be held hostage on the battlefield and used for ransom to free him.

The man was well aware that the nobleman's son would be gold because he was a mercenary.

That way, I see, there is certainly an atmosphere of noble brotherhood. The politeness of the tone and the quality of what you are wearing. Good facial construction. It is convincing to be called aristocracy no matter what you look at.

That way, the boy's silver hair is also strange because it will look like a gold coin glow again.

"If the person who invited us here was noble, the amount would have gone up."

When asking for ransom, the amount is as if it were different if the parties negotiating are nobles to nobles and if one is a non-noble class.

Since nobles can also appeal to disputes as a last resort to each other, it becomes a deterrent and almost reciprocal negotiation.

But if you're just a mercenary or something, if you have to, you can see power as a shield.

Therefore, the phrase that if the main culprit of the kidnapping was a nobleman, the ransom would be raised was honest.

A pile of gold coins more than 200. This is a treat that is about to come out of anyone.

The man was not without wisdom enough to think that everything would go into his own nostalgia in a boulder. but it wasn't even greedy enough to overlook the size of the spill.

As long as you take this story well, as the first person to see the ransom story, the handle will be first class. Some of the 200 pieces will belong to a man.

Then I can hear the weaknesses and gaps that can be attached from this kid, and the more the amount increases, the greater my share. That's what the man thought.

I don't even realize that's the boy's plan.

"Boy, I know you're desperate to help, but unfortunately our employer is not a nobleman."

"But it would cost a lot of money to prepare a handful like your brothers. I don't even think I can hire people around here."

The man, called Hand Practitioner, makes his nose bigger.

For oneself halfway into back-run, admiration and respect are far-off stories. Being scorned by the client was also in the everyday tea meal, and unfamiliar praise made the man's mind bigger besides things. It was true that I remember it in my arms, so I couldn't possibly feel bad about being tickled there. For them, strength is pride.

"Well, they can't hire as many mercenaries as we do."

"If you're a merchant around here, you won't do kidnappings that won't benefit you… So is your brother's employer a former nobleman?

I don't know about that.

Hit, Pace was convinced.

It can be based on not explicitly denying it.

I'm blind to greed and want to elicit some information, but I'm getting lost.

Bad boys get nasty in their hearts.

"Really... if you're a former nobleman, you must be pretty much where the name came from. You won't be able to hire your brothers for a fallen Viscount or Baron."

"Hmm? Well, they're pretty good at hiring us. I don't care how aristocratic your father is.

"Is that my father?" Well, to the extent that I can talk to the Duke's owner across the street. Quite. "

That's what Pace said. That's quite a word. The man got a nigga there.

Because a man mistakenly assumed that the boy's figure in front of him was correspondingly high because of the meaning contained in the word "quite” he said himself.

The boy, who was calmly observing it, reasoned the main culprit of the kidnapper.

If you look at a man getting nagged by the words quite a bit, at least above the former Viscount. I also perceived that to be quite above.

Including the wizard, a fallen nobleman with the financial strength to align the corresponding forces and a grudge against the Duke's or Borderline Uncle's house.

And at least the original floor is above the count, and there is only one house that applies when it comes to it.

Armaya family. Former Duke's house.

Furthermore, I wondered where this place was.

Think from the time you calculated from your stomach condition, the place isn't that far away. At least I'm not out of the King's Capital. From the construction of a fine room, it's not a slum-like place, so it's definitely somewhere in the aristocratic city house. Then when it becomes such a place that the Armaian family, which should have fallen, can be used, it becomes either an aristocratic house with an edge or a former Armaian mansion.

The Armiah family, with the Solemnity of the clan, should also be marginal. More importantly, there are no aristocrats in the Wang capital who cooperate in such a plan as to turn the Duke's house, which heads the central army, against the enemy.

If so, the place of detention is the former Armia Mansion.

So, Sneaking Pais used magic.

He pulled a cloth decorative cloth off his back and hid it. Activation while hiding behind your back so you can't see from the watch.

To let my father and his itchy companions know where he is.

"My father makes a lot of money, and he cares about me, so I'm sure he won't spare any money."

"Well, well. How much do you make?

"In the meantime, you made five hundred lets lightly with some extra money."

"Five hundred Ratesh gold coins. Ah, big money. Nice, nobles. I don't even work here every day, I've never worshipped that kind of money."

After that, you just have to buy some time to relax with the right story.

The boy was right about that decision.

Being like a chatter for a while and buying time, I started making noise with Doyadhya.

The sound of about ten human beings running around from footsteps to the right and left.

Pastry guessed the situation with a smelly atmosphere. It's a feeling of trouble.

People get faceless when they go through anger.

Exactly with that look, a man came into the boys' and girls' room.

Slightly, fury approached Miss Liquorice in the open as she jerked off her shoulders.

Pais has a bad feeling about it.

"Shit!!

"Gu-ha."

"Dear Pastry?!

Strudel, the head of the mercenary regiment, tried to kick the girl with his grump and anger intact.

That's what Pace stood up for. He remained a minotaur, but for this reason he could neither take a busy defensive stance nor a passive position, but became a feather rolling like a kicked ball.

"It's okay. Geho."

"But..."

"I told you. I'll protect you."

The man who kicked the boy again, like he had an eclampsia, again curses him inferiorly.

"Head, what the hell..."

"That idiot missed a joke. This woman is my sister, so I can't pay her. How hard do you think we've been through this? You look great for not doing anything!!

Speaking of the Armiah family, until a decade ago, it was said to be a prestigious house in the prestige. Though it has fallen, the ears that can be stretched out relying on the handouts are wide there. I have spared no effort in using the wealth I have hidden for this operation. Hence the quality of the ears is there as well.

However, what was conveyed was the information of the engagement announcement that the daughter was supposed to have been grabbed but that it would take place as planned.

I learned that Luhaingo-Armaia, the mercenary's employer, could not believe the story and became the wingman to take the back again and again.

As a result, we found that it must have been the daughter of Uncle Fuberlek Borderline who had grabbed us, and that she was no mistake a child who would receive another liturgy today, but a different sister from the intended person.

This shock is enormous, with the confused Luhaingo and the head of the mercenary regiment Strudel in reverse. Strudel, who told me to pay because it was true that I had captured my daughter safely, and the main culprit, who was unable to pay because he was not the intended person, rubbed her into rubbing.

"If this happens, we'll have to run before they betray us."

"I wonder..."

As a regular back-runner, betrayal from a client is an accessory.

Even if our relationship with ourselves is only known, it may be inconvenient for us as clients, so at the end of the day, we get a mouth sealed betrayal.

They will try to rebuild their attitude more than the failure of the plan has been revealed. What you need is a position as a former nobleman from your client.

If so, the hands and feet that the relationship is likely to interrupt are cut off early.

The speed of discernment and thought-provoking goodness around here in Strudel is the only boulder that has ever led a mercenary regiment.

"Don't feel bad, miss"

Slurry and plucked sword.

Well polished and well maintained is bad news in this case.

A man with a head who gently twists his patterned hand inside and raises a sword blade. Look at the weak sheep with their eyes.

Though a back-to-back mercenary regiment, they are treated as bandits if they leave evidence of a crime.

If Jianmae says he caught it in a request, he can push the sin on the client and cut through the trigger, but if he just keeps running, he's just a criminal.

Witnesses and evidence must be destroyed in order to continue the mercenary family business.

I can't wait for my boxed daughter, Liquorice, to be turned to such a ready eye.

Make your body just strong, like a frog stared at by a snake.

"Yes, I hate it"

I wept thinly in my eyes, wandering back to try to escape at all, but what I could do more than tie my hands and legs together was move as slightly as my hair muscles.

Such a distance, etc. makes a man zero just one step further.

Somebody help me.

Screaming of a sad girl. A desire for salvation from the bottom of my heart.

But the mercenaries don't have enough room to hear the words anymore.

"Die!!

There is a wind cut with the bun.

Liquorice accidentally closed her eyes. I was ready to die. I mourned the irrationality.

She was the girl who had visions that the Sickle of Reaper would prune the tail of her own soul, but the moment did not come.

"Huh!!

"You shouldn't. There's another one here, but keep your eyes peeled. I told you that. Miss Liquorice said I would protect her."

What the girl with the horrible eyes open saw.

It seemed that his men, who were supposed to be on watch, had fallen and blood was flowing from the hands of a man who would be the head of the thief.

"I hit him unexpectedly from behind. Oh, you'll do it."

"In the meantime, I've just been hit by two friends."

Mercenary Corps Leader Strudel thought of biting his teeth.

Cunning into a horrible kid wearing it this year. To a dumb subordinate who was easily defeated and even taken by a dagger.

And most importantly, to my own stupidity that I now realize that the boy I thought was a puppy was a wolf.

On the battlefield, he dies from what he's caught off guard. I didn't think I was the only one caught off guard like that, but the breadth that caught my child off guard.

I take it off and give a glimpse to the sword that has rolled at my feet. The boy in front of you won't be sweet enough to miss the gap trying to take it.

"Would you like to surrender?

"Say stupid. It'll come from here."

"Really? Now, the Hand (check)."

At the same time Pais regained his sword, he heard a noise.

Eventually, the hustle and noise produced by a large number of people.

"Pace, are you all right!!

It was the boy's father who rushed into the room where the boss and the boy were.