Sweet Reincarnation

When it comes to the male (yu) of the southern realm of Praurich, everyone leads a single lady.

It has a rich barn zone in the south on its territory, facing the sea, but therefore also flourishes in shipping. agriculture and the literal dominion at the heart of commerce. Countess Briosh-Salgret-Mille-Ratesh. That person.

Generally known as Uncle Ratesh, she was born into a household that has taken on a major role in bringing together the southern part of the kingdom. He survived the turbulent times in the middle of the war, and only came to do his job without being overwhelmed by the status quo, which is a reputation as a middle-aged lady. When I was a year old, I have been calling myself twenty-eight years old for several years.

It was time for her to enjoy the smell of tea as she listened to the bell that marked the beginning of the day.

"My lord, it's hard!!

"What is it, noisy? You always tell me not to interrupt my only time of pleasure. If you're a squire, calm down..."

"It's harder than that. He said he had a fiancée attached to that Mortairn family successor!!

"What the hell!! Oh, hot!!

"My lord, are you all right"

Tea I was deliberately putting in heat to enjoy the fragrance. Ratesh's specialty tea leaves are fragrant due to the southern climate. I rush to fix it with a wet cloth where I spread it to my knees. The area around the thighs is red, even if it does not even burn because it was cooled immediately.

The squire chief coughs when he exposes it at all costs. The Count finally listened to his thighs, which were slightly exposed to evil.

"So, that silver-haired boy had a fiancée?

"Yes, it's also a jump off"

Countess Ratesh remembers a boy with blue and silver hair in the back of her brain.

It is new to memory that he was a resourceful, talented, mean, and unafraid opponent. At the point where magic can also be used, it would be enough for the others to envy it.

"Where's the other girl? Herskivi?"

"No. Your other daughter is Licoris-Mil-Huberlek. She is the four-woman of the Fuberlek Borderline Uncle family, and the twin sister of Miss Petra, who was recently a big topic in her engagement to the Duke's family. Luckily you don't look like your father, you have quite a reputation as a beauty. Because of the abduction, it's just a rumor that you decided to get engaged to Lord Pastry-Mortellen to avoid the affair."

"I see, not a good hand"

My daughter, who was an adult, was caught by the unsuccessful. When this happens, there's bound to be a down-to-earth scent to follow. It's a rumor that you've been made the comforter of thieves.

As a hand to avoid this, it is quickest to say that those who know the circumstances well will welcome them in. If it's an engagement with someone who was active at the rescue, it's easy to talk about beauty. It's a great hand to put an end to the smell.

"Ha. I thought you were right. Eight of his lords were in the same year. If you want to dissolve your engagement in almost a cold place in a couple of years, you have no further qualifications."

An aristocratic engagement is not a guess. Therefore, the engagement announcement, etc. will take place, but in the case of Pais, it was only made public.

It's not a bad hand to keep a formal engagement to avoid the wind, and re-compartmentalize it once again where rumors have subsided to some extent. Rotten or aristocratic, that much of a conspiracy is perfectly natural.

It's common sense that the foresight of the squire's thought, eventually dissolving the engagement.

But the Countess, who has lived in numerous thought-whirling aristocratic societies, sees something different.

"Right. Normally, you'd think so, and the fact that rumors are spreading would be true in itself. But the rumors, the key contents, are probably wrong."

"What?"

For the Fuberlek Borderline Uncle family, one of the most prestigious houses in the east and related to the Duke family, there are extremely few advantages to having a daughter daughter-in-law in a remote part of the south.

There is a certain degree of significance in avoiding warfare and leaving pedigrees behind. Since it is the marriage of the Duke's family and the Borderline Uncle's family, where the smoke of war is strong, is it about the meaning of alienating them where we thought there was a back?

There will be many nobles who think so. In fact, the Duke of Kadrecek and the central court nobility have that idea.

But Uncle Ratesh thought there was a deeper back.

"Is it so easy for you and your bloody Tanuki father to understand the back?"

"Say?

"One is the aim of diluting the vigilance directed at you. Even though he was wary of being on edge with a high-ranking nobleman, I appeal to him that he has no intention of increasing his power in matrimonial policy by daring to associate himself here with a house that looks like a weak nobleman"

"I see."

A talented woman thinks it would be a point to say that she is weak by the side.

At first glance, it is a knight's house on the border, but the Mortairn family is a hero of the war. I can't hope without a house with three wizards and other equivalent landlords.

Moreover, the magic of the transfer of the Knight of Mortairn is famous, and its usefulness is unquestionable. If you have to, you are more likely to come to reinforcements than to associate poorly with leading aristocrats far away. How much more can I rely on than to have my wife in a proper house just for a name.

Formally the worst, but well-earned, boulder is one of the most famous houses in the east.

"And one more thing, you must have thoughts. Man you can't eat, not at all."

"Say?

"Buy seedlings, considering the possibility that the Mortarn territory will be a rich territory comparable to ours."

"No way. It can't be anything."

The squire uttered a word of denial with absolute certainty.

Buying seedlings means buying seedlings that look good in advance and connecting them to a larger harvest later. Where Casserole and her son said that they were excellent seedlings, they had no standing compared to the Earl's land.

It also has an unparalleled colony in the south, with warm climates, water reserves and extremely rich land. A territory with maritime strongholds in its territory and even gold and silver mines in its territory. It is a land that has served itself powdered for a long time, with both attachment and pride.

Whatever it is, it also involves his own pride that has been involved in the management of the Count's territory, compared to the little Knight's territory, which opens from scratch the place he called the Wastelands.

"Yes, it would be great to be able to say it. You know how Sir Casserole was given that non-busy land in the first place?

"Yeah, because we talked about it at the time."

When the Kingdom of God was in danger of annihilation, a hero struggled with slight gestures and made unparalleled great success.

It is a well-known fact that a vain rush took place around this treatment and after the war.

You can't treat me badly, but you have to put up the faces of other nobles.

In the end, that he gave the Nobility as a reward and stopped it to the Knight Sir as not too high a status. Or profits in the sense of favouring a gaze on neighbouring countries, and the fact that they received Mortarn territory as a land that no one was jealous of is part of that rush.

A plot by the nobles who drove it to the poor to squander it after giving it unparalleled sums of money as a reward.

"At the time, palace sparrows and traditional aristocrats thought that a boneless man up on the battlefield could not have ruled such a remote place. It was supposed to be a shackle to squander the power of a hero."

"It's a stomach-black thing."

"But he did. They didn't work out at first though.... You said before, you looked into the land's balance of payments history?

"is here"

With that said, the chief squire will mention the general history of Mortairn territory examined.

Five settled in the early days of Mortairn territory. The Lord and His Heart. And the three who followed.

After two months of surveying the water and gas, we settled on the barely diggable land of the well. The first wheat I sprinkled said the land was bad and all was dead.

It was the third year of colonization that the first wheat harvest came to fruition, after initially sleeping in a tent-like place, retreating rocks while sweating, fertilizing even at the cost of storage, and spreading water drawn from the well in hopes of rain.

"The first wheat harvest at this time was offered to His Majesty the King."

"Yes, Your Majesty is delighted to hear that the wheat was served in porridge."

It was also around this time that Caserol was married.

Get assistance by flying around the social community for assistance and helping with every other area of contention. Through it, the bicycle operation of providing for a growing number of inhabitants and subordinates.

I started to love the woman I met while I was busy flying around, and I ran down and married her as well. I was soon to be blessed with a child's treasure, but unfortunately not with a boy who would be my heir.

It counts now, seven years ago. A long-awaited boy is born as the sixth child.

From there, for some time, it was a Mortairn territory plagued by marginal increases in farmland and inhabitants and proportionate expenditure.

"Yes, that's how things were going for the nobles of the court. Cage the territory and tame the heroes by feeding them. Can I just say that it went as expected?

"Right. Is it after this that things have changed?"

There was a turning point three to four years ago. What an outrage to reduce wheat cultivation.

Wheat and barley were relatively resistant to dryness and were the only good cash changeover crops that could be grown even in the less precipitated Mortarn territories, so all the nobles around them who heard about it cursed Lord Mortarn for going crazy.

Count Ratesh, like no other, remembers being confused without knowing his intentions.

Instead, I started a rotation that sandwiches the bean work between them.

Beans are also a relatively strong crop for drying, but since starting this also increased the harvest of wheat, which should have reduced the workmanship on the contrary, what about the amazement of the man who was cursing?

"Until then, with more farmland and more inhabitants, the deficit had grown... but since the creation of the beans, it has turned into a reduced deficit with more people and more farmland."

"I don't know where you came up with it, but later on, it must have been an English break"

Afterwards, we focused on expanding agricultural land and recruiting and increasing the number of people in the territory, and the deficit decreased with each year we followed.

Saying that a black shift in territorial management is also close is the result of gathering and analyzing information from pedestrians, churches, etc.

"Sooner or later, I had a chance to get rid of the accumulated deficit... did you notice?

"To what?

"The silver-haired boy's shadow flickers when I think of an example."

"No, how much... by then, there would be three or so example boys. To a toddler who can't even speak a word."

"But you can do it? There's a reckless imitation of cutting just one lifeline and jumping into an invisible cliff ahead."

In the midst of a bitter deficit, throw away the only decent cash income measure. On top of that, we use limited human resources and land for what may not be the ocean or mountain.

Here's why they said outrage.

It is common sense to say that agriculture is not something that produces immediate results when something new begins. At least it takes a few months for the harvest to bear fruit. If it fails, it's important that a large number of humans may starve to death. If you vandalize the soil, it will continue to affect you for years.

Yet it is only from the outset that we are surprised that we have been able to achieve results. No trial and error, abrupt as suddenly I grabbed the big right answer.

"I can't. I can't recklessly do that as a person who keeps my men's lives and lives. It can't be."

"Yes. It's not normal. But on second thought, even though the Knight himself can only use magic, thoughts and ideas themselves are common sense and rational, right?

"I'm aware of that, too. Because he's a comrade who once lined up his shoulders."

The squire has lined up his horses with casseroles on the battlefield several times.

Most recently, we fought together in the extermination of pirates in Ratesh territory. I am therefore well aware of the temperament. If I think so and look back, I think he was the most remote rationalist from recklessness without a chance, regardless of the impotence with which he had a chance.

"It would. I very much don't think the insane idea came out of Sir Knight himself. If it's not in person, it's someone else's idea. So, who did Sir Knight get the idea of a flying? That, too, is enough to convince a sensible knight. And trusted human beings. If you say it already, no matter how anyone sees it, it's not normal. A person who can conceive of something unusual. How come you can't see who's behind all this?

"I see. So your Excellency was wondering if the development of Mortairn territory was due to that boy?"

"Yes. And I thought of the same idea, those inedible fathers. If the arm that made me radically change my terrible 10,000 year deficit physique is real, what happens when I have more hands that I can hit in black? I don't have to think about it. Totally...... if we had a girl, I would have made the same decision. Instead, I'm pissed that the eastern guys got their hands on the south over my head. If you're going to make it out to the south house, it would be muscle (sushi) to say no to one word to us!!

"Fair enough. If you say your daughter-in-law doesn't have a daughter, would you first welcome her to your son-in-law? Ha ha."

"If I was ten years younger, or that one was born ten years earlier, I'd be an ant. Either way, the East guys are always going to take the lead. We want to take it in somehow."

Ten years won't be enough. The squire swallowed the word.

If you look into the eyes of a swordswallowed Earl, you are likely to have an unscrupulous idea of his hand.

Is there any way we can surround Mortairn's trail instead of the eastern belly blacks?

I was a countess who had been thinking about it for a while, but it's slight and all I can think about is what.

"Yes, let's go with that hand."

On that day, Count Ratesh sent a single letter to Mortaire territory.

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"Well, I did give it to you"

"Thank you. Say hello to Your Excellency."

A month after the shock engagement announcement.

The years have changed, and Pais is also eight years old at the beginning of Kim Jong Moon.

A package was delivered with the escort of the Duke's servant.

Apparently, the baggage unloaded from the carriage is in a crate. From the side, it is a heap of boxes loaded with sight.

"Has it finally arrived"

"What is this?

It is the next Lord Pais who stares at the pile of boxes, almost with his face.

By the side, the children of the squire family and two ill-familiar children.

For the two non-Pais, the spearhead of curiosity is pointed at them because they don't know what the hell has arrived.

"The other day, the Duke told me that he could get support from us. In favor of the Duke himself and his grandson, who became friends, he sent me what I wanted."

"I don't care about that. I'm asking what's in this big bag."

"Don't tell me that. Hehe."

"Kechi. You can tell me if it's good. At least tell me what you're gonna do. Food?"

Luminito wants it to be an ingredient, obviously. She was an eleven year old girl for the day, and she was still more edible than color. It is a troubling seed that there has been a slight swelling of the chest here lately, and to see signs of secondary sexual traits, there has been less to be mistaken for a boy.

"Isn't it far away in a way? You might be able to pick something delicious, but that's a long way off."

"What the hell are you doing? Fight?"

Marcarlo is the one with more blood than food. Marc is troubling the adults when he has some difficulty growing with his sword arms stretched.

I've been worried about Lumi lately.

Lumi and Marc have always called themselves Pace's companions.

When the bandits were defeated earlier, they became confident and responsible when adults were allowed to handle them.

"Well, there are some things I'm trying to do, and in a way, it's a fight."

"Rik it back. Tell me exactly what I'm gonna do."

"Yes, they do. You could tell us about it."

Nevertheless, the lack of patience is a manifestation of childhood because the temperament of the child is still abundant enough.

"No, I thought I'd make some"

"What?

It was Pais who laughed niggardly.

It has been eight years and is headed by an evil hungry ghost. With their unparalleled behavior and their unmatched knowledge and ideas, the extremely bad people have tocotoned the adults over the past few years.

That's what he tells the two childhood tamers.

- I thought I'd make a forest.