Sweet Reincarnation

When asked about the number of men's platters, it is said that after thirty is the age of fat riding. Teens, twenties, and so on, people in the world often say in their faces that they are no different from their children. And forty and fifty shall be with the lad, and there shall also be a spoken jizz.

So, since when do you serve women?

As common sense not only in the Kingdom of God, but also in the southern continent, women's marriage is at an appropriate age in the early teens. If so, then teens are still the most glorious years of women.

Many men think of it as, for example.

As there is an old saying in Japan that wives and tatami are better new too, it is sad, many, that a man thinks that the younger a woman's age the better.

But even after a teenager. No, there is something called the color tone that is brewed because you are not a teenager.

A thick bottom depth that has gone through several romances, or has cursed public curiosity. The kind of charm that comes out of it, or is likely to be inhaled as it is. Glossy.

A woman wearing a red dress and slightly exposed around her chest and thighs.

It was also such an attraction for the Countess Ratesh to attract.

As she greeted her slightly bent leg, the eyes of the nobleman at the table were about to be sucked into her chest where she was about to become subtle. In the uplifting valley, the eyes of the young men nailed.

To induce blatant gaze, the only one of the guys who didn't catch on is Pastry. It's just that I wasn't tall enough.

"Thank you all for coming today."

"Yes, thank you for inviting us."

Speak up, exchange social dictionaries.

"Lord Pastry-Mortellen, I'm glad you need me."

"I had your nomination, so I had the honor and the privilege of ascending. This is my fiancée, Miss Liquorice."

"I'll catch your eye first."

The moment there was an introduction to Liquorice.

The Countess's eyes became swordswallowed by boulders for a moment. One of the rushing opponent's cards, touring chickens laying golden eggs. Though it was unexpected to be here, the idea was to determine what the opportunity would look like in the corner.

Unexpectedly, Liquorice hid behind Pais.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You scared the shit out of me."

"No......"

"So, Sir Mortairn's story just now. May I continue? If I could, I'd appreciate it if you could pass me a business story."

"No, business, etc. I was just talking about a souvenir. This is how I brought the sugar sweets, but at any rate I couldn't prepare the numbers because of the" sudden story “. I was just talking about whether it would be a good idea to bring the sun once again because we were able to get along in this corner."

Both Countess Ratesh and Pastry smile at each other. Neither would be evidence of alarm.

Don't let the Countess scatter important customers. If we let him nail us through, Pais will tell Syrah that he has nothing to do with the business story, and besides, you'll be the cause of it.

If we only see this scene, it is a strange story because it makes it look terribly unnatural for one to be a child.

But people around the boulder are attracted to the way it is. It even feels like we're going to fantasize about a spark splashing between each other.

And I'm not even a party that can't perceive such an atmosphere.

"Hi, it doesn't even look like we're talking here. Shall we change the place a little bit?"

"Okay."

The fish caught is huge.

Suggestion that the tasting be there, too, to change the place. As for Pace, it's the same as the operation, no no no no. But something unexpected happened there.

The Countess told Liquorice, who was beside the pastry, to stay for a tasting session.

Dressed to push her fiancée away from each other, the boy frowned, but also had a say on the Earl's side.

"It is expected that there will be some stories that will involve the interests of our home and the Mortairn family. Sometimes people in other houses shouldn't be able to hear you, even though you're a fiancée. I know you don't want to go away with your lovely fiancée, but I was wondering if the lady from the Huberleks could wait here."

There was something in this statement that convinced me that Pais had no choice either.

Indeed, the position of fiancée is a third party in another house if you change your view. Perhaps it is a hard story to tell the people of the Borderline House.

When the boy looked at his fiancée, he looked sorry. And he whined to me to wait small.

"... ok. Waiting for you."

Even as a liquorice, I had a consciousness that I was not yet a Mortairn family person. Therefore, it was also understood that if we were told that it was a conversation between houses, there would be no reason to say anything.

But speaking from her true point of view, I don't want to leave Pace.

I've been attacked by thieves before. In the midst of many strangers, it is also anxious that there will be no boy to rely on.

Maybe it was such a sign of loneliness that I grabbed Pace's clothes once and then left.

It was a paice of thoughts pulled back by the way such a frivolous girl looked, but for today's purpose, I left the matter of the girl to the samurai and her squire.

Nicolo, I need to talk to you about Liquorice.

I'll take care of it.

The young squire does so against his master's deputy, who is younger than himself.

"Coreton, I'll take care of the rest. Don't be rude to everyone."

"Understood."

Count Ratesh tells his belly-hearted men so, too.

The protagonists today are the children of aristocracy, and until they have finished tasting new tea and recourse to the distribution of entitlements without great difficulty, the mere practice of formality will be the work of the squire chief.

"Come on, then. Come here."

That said, pulling the boy away from the girl often.

The Countess brought in the pastry in a room that could also be called her office. From the hall where you are having a tasting party, you are so far away that you have to walk a little down the hall.

And the room is huge. Probably big enough to take a little 2LDK interval.

But I didn't go out of my way to invite you into a big room. There is simply no need to make the room smaller because there is more land.

The landlord sits at the desk in the office and invites the boy to the couch beside him.

"Well, then, let's move on."

As the boy sits on the couch, the conversation begins.

The formation on the Count's side is generous.

In addition to the Countess herself, about five servants had come in. From the fact that everyone is fully armed, he's obviously on guard for the boy.

"It's so bitter in there."

"I don't care. I still own the Earl's house, so I can't afford to be around you."

"You think I'll harm you?

"No way. If that's what you thought, I'll have these ten times. Because there's no such thing as a few escorts for a wizard opponent. I'm also a weak woman."

"Ha ha, this is humble"

"Oh, you'll excuse me."

First, instead of saying hello.

Around the pastry. Rather than that, squire like surrounding the couch is a hand on the Count's side. Even though we know it doesn't make any sense, we need to have it as a card to prevent tough means when negotiating. Because if you can stick a sword to your neck without defense, you'll be the one to sign it that you don't even want to.

"So, your story just now. You said something about tariffs."

"Yeah, that's right"

"Stop running around and I'll ask you frankly. What's the aim?

The Countess is not licking the pastry.

I mean it from the beginning in this case, even if I'm looking at my painful eyes once.

"Right. Your Excellency won't go through with the fact that it's difficult to get taxed to simply give a souvenir."

"Yes."

"So how about one of these before you tell us what you're after?

That's what Pastry gave you.

Whatever, it's the armor candy I was handing out earlier. Even when it comes to golden treats, even if it's a cover-up of bribes, it only means literally here. It's not like the Lord ever wants to be evil, either.

One of the squire first takes the candy offered by the boy and puts it straight in his mouth. It is not a place where we trusted each other enough to say that there was no poison in the boulder. It's a place you shouldn't trust.

After obtaining the benefit of poison sight and the sweetness of sugar confectionery, which is not usually eaten, the squire rejoiced inside, some sweets cross to the Lord (or the Lord).

Cats, flowers, cattle, sheep and candy that is also very interesting in shape and entertains the eyes.

What Ms Ratesh took in her hand was, unexpectedly, the most adorable cow candy. Licking the armor candy as it is, she is first amazed at the taste.

Sugar confectionery in this world uses large quantities of sugar. Because it also means the manifestation of wealth.

Countess Ratesh had many opportunities to eat sweets made from position patterned sugar, but clearly found the difference from them.

In a nutshell, it tastes classy.

sugar and I know that I would be using honey for flavoring. However, when I tried it, I could tell that it was sized to such an extent that I didn't feel the taste was bad.

"Delicious treats."

Uncle Ratesh could have said that for real.

Though there are many opportunities to use compliments in a social dictionary, praise suits a clear and beautiful treat even without such an unclean one.

"Thank you. Well, my lord, what you've just had is actually my handmade."

"Oh, I did."

"Are the ingredients used water, sugar, honey, etc.? Sometimes it's a scented herb, or I use water candy instead of honey, but that's all I used this time."

"That's surprisingly simple."

"That's what makes this sweet."

Sugar and water alone can do armor candy if you simply make it. One of the easiest treats to make.

Even in modern Japan, it is famous as a treat that children can make, so much so that elementary and middle school students sometimes make it in science experiments and homeschooling practice.

"These materials were covered by my allowance this time..."

"It must have been expensive. Because sugar and honey won't be the kind of thing you can buy for a kid's allowance."

It's common sense that sugar and honey are luxury goods. In particular sugar, imports from outside the Kingdom of God are the exclusive protagonists of distribution. Even though there are no territories within the Kingdom of God that we make, it was also true that there are limited quantities in circulation. The same applies to honey.

Either way, the Countess deduces that there is no such thing as can be bought for a child's allowance, and that there is his boy's intent around there.

The meaning of bringing obvious luxury goods, as souvenirs. Naturally, there must have been a significance as a tool to connect faces to children who should become future aristocratic principals. But what she's wary of is her hunch that his boy can't possibly have something handy just for that normal thing.

Where is the aim?

Probably has something to do with tariffs. There was no doubt there. She thinks of one possibility when she deepens her mind that it should be.

Possible profits from relay trade.

Current situation, trade in sugar relying on shipping. I wonder if you have successfully found a way to trade through self-government. That's what I thought.

His boy's father is a user of instantaneous mobility. An irregular move that does not even constitute an obstacle to distance. As a way of using it, it seemed convenient to carry sugar confectionery, which is a small luxury product.

Make profit by buying sugar and honey, processing it on your own territory and selling it in the margins. The higher the unit price, the greater the profit of the processing part. I see, in this case, tariffs and the like get in the way.

The Countess thought that his (or) aim was likely to be around it.

In terms of reaching that point in the economic idea, she was the bearer of extraordinary talent.

But the inference is, come off.

"Actually, this sweet. We're going to have everything from ingredients at home in the future."

"It's from ingredients?

Impossible. I almost said so unexpectedly.

The Countess felt like praising herself for having managed to keep her voice slightly up.

The territory of Mortairn is an elusive land. There is no no no no no no, it is common sense not only among the kingdoms of God but also among the nobles of the southern continent.

The land is terribly rough, poor, and poorly watered. That's Mortairn territory.

Very, I don't think honey or sugar is enough land to be made for business.

But there was no shaking will in the boy's eyes.

"Yes, my lord. We will have a system in place to mass-produce this confection within three years. As for the harbor, we wanted to help you in terms of distribution, so that you could set up a place even though it was far away."

"So I was talking about tariffs until I made such a remarkable imitation."

"I'm sorry to bother you."

"Not at all..."

No different phase, no alarm, no gap, besides no common sense. The Earl credited the boy with that once again.

My hunch was right. If so, then this place should still be put into every boy's nostalgia. As a luxury nobleman's intention, the Count thinks so.

"Fine. Let me help you with this treat only."

"Thank you"

Stand up to each other and shake hands.

It's a form of negotiated compromise.

"Well, I'm glad we got the negotiations together, and how about some candy for all of you? One more for the Count, please."

"I'll take it."

Uncle Ratesh throws candy into his mouth.

Its sweet flavour was a flavour that heralded the development of the Mortarn territory.