Sweet Reincarnation

When Pastry was protecting the girl even when she turned into a potato worm.

The fatherly casserole had surrounded the mansion. The siege will be surrounded by three Casserolean gestures and fourteen reinforcements to the Duke's and Borderline Uncle's houses. And dozens of people treated like mercenaries.

Wherever I heard the rumors, the gestures still continue to increase with the addition of some time to the people who were pushing toward the Duke's and Borderline Uncle's mansions.

"Admiral, you can always do this."

"Um, my son was tired of waiting, too. How's the break-in squad organized?

"Five squads for three. What do you tell the people you're surrounding?

"Right...... no, let me tell you"

We aggressively mobilized the hopeful servants of the elephant who were in the church, and it is difficult to treat them. If we let him run wild, he will naturally be responsible for the Knight of Mortairn.

They are meant to be set up as squire in this nobleman's house with a martial arts medal and handwriting in this kidnapping.

Entering is gorgeous, and it will lead to more than expected to have enemy people inside.

Moreover, the expected strength of the opponent is inferior in both quality and quantity. Quality inferior to regular professional military squadrons, needless to say, in numbers. If it is also a battlefield that can be fought in an overwhelmingly dominant position, the handle or the like is poppy in the wet hand. He wants to go in first.

But if they don't keep the siege going, they'll end up with the possibility of letting the thieves get away.

We have to set up an operation to convince them without causing disorder.

It takes one talent to do this.

"Gentlemen, now we dare to enter the mansion. After all, I want to leave you with the most important place."

Finally, tension runs around.

A necessary talent is a gift of incitement. It may be referred to as a gift.

A means of exaggerating or dwindling facts, decorating beauty phrases, and uplifting people's emotions. If you are not good at it, you cannot be one who binds people.

Morale inspiration if you are a soldier. As a diplomat, he is a means of negotiation. As an interior politician, that talent, which is used to comfort the hearts and minds of the people, is treasured as an aristocrat.

And Sir Casserole-Mill-Mortellen was good at this talent.

"We are at our most dangerous disposal. That is to drive the enemy away. Because the Kadreček family and the Hubarek family are the elites here, we will make the break-in. In a small room, the strength of the trained people is what helps. And the thieves we chased will always try to escape outside. Among them, it is extremely likely that the Thief Leader is included. I ask you not to let one rat escape. Bastards, are you ready!!

"" Ooh!!

Unpaid mercenaries who were clearly motivated to set up a siege net. I'm not even employed, so I'm not obliged to follow Caserol's orders if I'm supposed to. Because it is only voluntary and generous participation, it cannot be forced. It was therefore a request. If it was meant to be, no wonder I wanted to turn to the penetrating side for a handle.

But the mercenaries were stirred up by casseroles. You could rephrase that I was put on speaker.

In a narrow place, it is clear that the quality of soldiers speaks of things, and it is better to stay in a wide area outside to take advantage of the benefits of numbers. Waiting and slapping is not dangerous and delicious. It is almost certain that the handle neck will come out. Back door or front door, through the window next door again? How do I choose to win?

That's what they thought. I wasn't thinking about joining the break-in or not, but about where to join the siege. Without realizing whose thought induction it is.

After seeing it through, the casseroles stand on the front porch with the squire of their friends.

"You're a boulder. He has a good mouth."

"If you're a better mouth than I am, I'll say no to the court. Now...... go in!!

Under the first decree, the door to the front door is broken.

Originally, because the landlord was solemnly cleared and empty, the hinge flew off just a few kicks in at the same time.

The fifteen assault troops under Sir Mortairn's flag who entered the house became combat at the same time as they entered the mansion.

"Damn, what the fuck?"

"These are aristocratic private soldiers. Strong."

"Grrr!!

The penetration unit does not force it.

For anything that faces with a sword, strike three against one enemy to ensure it ends. Ignore those who flee.

"Hey out of the way, get out of the way!!

"Ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Ooh, I'm the Carmona family squire Ramiro is the son of Michelle. Take out thieves by my spear. No, no, no!

And that's how he escapes, where he's attacked by a craving deceased who's hungry for a reward and a place to work, with his eyes golden.

More than ten people fly up against one of us. And by a lump of lust, he that fled shall be scolded.

A threesome walking in our face through the old Armaian mansion that turned into such a hunting ground.

The head of the Mortairn family and his squire were headed to the deepest part of the mansion as they gave him something to face.

"Is that it?

"If Boy's in the right place, all that's left is that room."

"All right, I'll go. You guys go on."

"Hey, General!!

The three of us rushing.

It was Shiites and Glasage in the stomach who panicked to the impotence of the field commander who was running off the lead. We rushed after our Lord, who came flat with recklessness.

I made sure to kick in the door and jumped into the room casserole.

At the end of his eyes, he was screaming the moment he found silver with a familiar blue hanging.

"Pace, are you all right!!

Boy, are you all right?

Young lady, I'm here to help you.

With his father's intrusion, his successor slips in.

"I'm safe. More than that, Miss Liquorice."

"I know. It's all right now."

Until now, he was the staring head and boy, but to this end, the situation leans overwhelmingly. Either way, in the direction that the pastry is advantageous.

The captain becomes aware of the disadvantage. The girl, who is likely to be held hostage, is secured early, keeping her eyes open from the boy in front of her, and reinforcements seem to be strong again, besides being heard from beyond the door where the hustle and bustle outside was kicked through.

"It doesn't taste good, it looks like we're gonna have to run away here"

"So easy, you think I'll let you get away with it?

There are no gaps in the body of a boy with a thin grin. Regardless, there's nothing more you can't defeat than being a child. But even from Strudel, who had put himself in battle for many years and led quite a few of his men, it was thought that it would be a hassle to defeat him. I'm not so old enough to be trained.

There is also a health difference between children and adults, so as long as it takes, wins and loses are definitely decided. But you can't take the time.

Even more powerful knights and fighters at the door. Think of a hand that knocks down a silver-haired lad and runs through a place that was a door over a knight and sword. But I don't have this hand in boulders.

It is also a bad idea to have chosen a difficult room to escape in order to imprison Uncle Fuberlek's daughter.

If this is what you were trying to do, there's a pretty mindless guy painting behind you. No, even if you think about the speed at which the place is discovered or the good hand-wound, you should consider it embedded in someone's intentions. There's no reason to get caught by adults.

If so, there is one path Strudel takes.

"If there's no way, it's until we make it."

The man, kneeling all the way in, laid his hands on the ground.

Pais does not hesitate to confront an enemy who has shown an obvious gap. When a boy pokes in with a knife of temper.

Things happen with the lack of affordability.

"Whoa."

"An earthquake?

Like everything in the house is shaky, the face of your body swimming by accident.

No matter how much I train my body, I don't train assuming the scaffolding will shake, etc.

Literally, my feet are shaking.

By the time he was in shape, his head had disappeared.

"I knew you ran away"

"You're on schedule."

However, there is no agitation in the principals and squire experienced in the field. At a time when the opponent was likely to be a wizard, the possibility of getting away with it has been considered.

Like casserole, it's just not instantaneous travel. It's still better.

"What is it?"

There were those who rushed to Casserole and Pais and the others, confused by the disturbance of a sudden shake on the enemy's side.

These are the servants of the two houses who had this engagement disturbance.

This is just fine. And, Sir Knight and his son laugh with each other's eyes open, pressing them into trouble as they were.

"Miss Liquorice was safely protected. Send her to your father as soon as possible. You guys are easier to get to know each other. It would be appropriate, so I'll leave it to you. So, who's the suspect in this disturbance?

"We have caught something Luhaingo-Armiah that calls itself the Duke. Our people caught us trying to escape through the back entrance."

"Fine. That would be the chief. I'll take you straight to Your Excellencies."

"Ha."

Under quick instructions, two evil men laugh shiatsu and shiatsu as they see the squire of the other house moving out.

A squire calls out to the bad face of a well resembled parent and child, even with a suspicious look on his face.

"So, what do you guys do?

Originally, the honor of sending the kidnapped maid to her father is the right of the Pais and others who stood up and defended themselves. However, it was so obvious that if I showed my face where my daughter was being kidnapped, it would still be a question attack. If I can, I want to explain the situation coarsely by who first, and then I want to make a brief report only at a later date.

Therefore, the parents and children answered each other breathlessly even though they had not even had a meeting.

"" I'm going to finish off the rest of the party. I left the rest to Shiites. ""

"Hey!! Neither of you, that's not going to happen."

"We're the only ones who can magically chase us."

Shiites is about to run out of toast to a beautifully overlapping duet (duo).

Indeed, it is true that the wizard who is good at moving or tracking is preferred to chase because the other person seems to be able to dig holes with a wizard and escape. The magic of Shiites is slightly unsuitable for tracking, even if it is good at gathering information. There's nothing unusable about it, but it doesn't make sense if you don't have a chase leg where you can see enemies in the distance.

The irrationality of being pushed to work is just what makes it hard to say angry, and even a compliment comes to the talent of the master and the next master, who brilliantly reconciled authenticity with pre-construction.

"You evil bastards."

Though the words that came out were curses.

"Well, then let's find... Pais, what's up?

I tried to chase him fast, arrow tip.

The boy noticed something.

"Where is he going to run..."

"Well... oh well"

A father who realizes what his son is going to say holds a sword with a stiff look.

The boy also holds the dagger firmly in place and asks around.

"What is it?

We were trying to push our men into trouble and chase the rest of the party who ran away on their own, and that suddenly sets up a sword.

What seems strange is the glassage of the squire. He has a good bow arm, and although he is quite a clever man who can drive and be attentive, he has a habit of confusion about being aggressive.

"It feels like we actually fought, but the magic of the man who escaped wasn't that much. If you dig a hole and run away, I'm sure you don't have enough magic to go far. The nearby field is surrounded by our gestures, and we're still rushing from all over the place. It's a strange story to run inside like that."

"Indeed."

"It doesn't make sense to not be able to get far and to get close. As long as I exchanged words, I could see the cunning, and the calm judgment. It will be easy to think about this."

"So?"

"You can't escape, but how to get rid of the predicament. If so..."

One man took over the words that Pace was about to say.

"Make it look like you've escaped, hide, and slowly escape after you've done the rough work. That's what I think."

This is Strudel, the head of the mercenary regiment, who appeared from the ground.

As Pais and his father deduced from the feeling of fighting, etc. Strudel, who was willing to spend time hiding, also realized that the boulder had noticed the operation.

Therefore, there was no other way out of the dug hole without being able to strike it by accident.

"If you caught that idiot from your former aristocracy, you'd be talking about staying satisfied with that. That's the main culprit. Let's do it. If I don't, I'm gonna have to kill everyone here and run away."

"Funny, if you can do it, do it"

That's how I took it and tried to stand, Sir Mortairn. Because I was quite confident in my sword's arms.

But the boy held it back.

"Father doesn't need a hand. This is my prey."

"You're gonna tell me."

I thought Strudel was saved.

Whatever it is, there is no chance of winning against more than one knight or squire in a magically depleted and unusable situation.

Compared to that, I would appreciate it if the youngest, who seems the most creepy, wanted a single hit. If they are put together well and held hostage, they will also have eyes that can escape.

Hiraki, and Strudel look slightly ahead at his feet. My sword is falling there.

Oddly enough, it's a sword that was accidentally slapped down by a boy with blue and silver hair in front of him.

"Shrimp."

The man hangs a lightly shaken feint.

Low enough to still hit your body, keep your hips down and move forward, then try to roll and take the sword.

I'm comfortable with the weight of the sword I'm used to using.

"Die!!

The man who stood up, temper flashed. From a low position, he cut up with a rigid sword that seemed to cut every child's bone.

Pais faintly falls behind him.

"Gu."

"Got it."

Keep the sword momentum you shook up, Strudel returning his wrist and swinging it down.

It is a sharpened sword trident that has shaken thousands or tens of thousands. This momentum cannot be stopped by a child's weakness.

It was supposed to be.

There is a high sound with Kin. The moment Pais paid the man's long sword lightly from the side with his dagger. The man's sword broke beautifully from the roots.

There is no way that a love sword that has never lacked care can be broken with a child's dagger. Outside of the unthinkable imagination, the man is bewildered for a moment.

To miss such a gap, the special training Pais has received is not lukewarm. The boy scratched the man's throat without hesitation.

"Gu Hi. In front..."

"It's advice. The sword that left your hand once on the battlefield is something you would never expect to be able to use again."

He sees a man fall, and the boy returns to his father.

Around the area, the smell of raw blood (a town) began to smell, and the scent of battlefield tracks and fruit came to fruition.

"Brilliant, boy. No, young. How long have you been working on your sword?

"A little when you're being caught. If the help didn't come, it was a small worker I was going to use as it was, so if I was ready, I wouldn't worry."

"How dare you come up with such cheating clever hands. You know, after letting them have a broken sword, you invite them to take a ride."

"Is that the word to be said to the daughter of Grassage or to the son of Coantro?"

"Lumi and Marcarlo? Those evil hungry bastards, they only use their heads for what they don't need."

The grownups there were all there, hallucinating the laughter of the evil ghosts.