Sweet Reincarnation

Pastry is the scary sister (?) When I was abducted by.

At the tasting venue, it was a little noisy.

"Hey, what house was that kid from earlier?

"Apparently, the Mortairns have found it."

"Is that true? Why is he here? Besides, why would the Count bother to respond?

"I don't know. Ask Mr. Corton."

Humans gathered for a tasting of new tea are the children of relatives of the Count Ratesh family, about half of whom are the difference between the far-off edges. Some of them are related to each other as cousins. It is no wonder that it is a cheerful relationship if such persons are close to one another in age.

Some of them, if they started rumouring with the gaya, would get caught. I can't hold back my curiosity because of my lack of experience.

"Speaking of the Mortairn family, you were at that famous Lord Casserole's. Was there a boy over there? I think it was a house full of girls."

"It was a young impression what I saw..."

There is a huge personal difference in the amount of information each has, beyond the fact that information transmission is only about rumours and letters from people. There were still a certain number of people who didn't even know that pastries were being born.

In addition, because it is such a world, there is also a great deal of significance and benefit in exchanging information in social settings and making facial connections.

The gathered aristocratic children also have a role to play in communicating the information purchased today to their parents. It must have been natural for a large number of serious people to try to gather the most accurate information possible.

"Lord Pastry is a rumor, too."

"Yeah, that's right"

Coraton, in the position of Chief Count Clerk, spoke to the girl who had been left behind, also about her role. He also cared about acting as an invitee.

Sometimes you shouldn't leave him alone as a man because he was a little lonely.

"Nevertheless, Lord Pastry is a fine young man. Our Lord was also struggling when he was younger, but his lord was younger than that. Then it must still be the blood muscles of the hero that are so prestigious. Master Licorice seems to have been blessed with a good companion, above all else."

"Thank you"

Coreton, a skilled observer, noticed that Liquorice shook her shoulder slightly when she said the year was down. To see how it goes, they care about the difference in years.

However, I don't think that I care about the difference between the ages of four and five, but I don't think that it's easy to think about the difference between the years with the Countess if you think about it, even though it seems like a girl of this age.

I would never put it in my mouth.

Coreton is the Count's chief minister. Thinking is a service to the mistress to serve at all times, and the prosperity of the Countess.

When in that position, how is the girl in front of you to the Count family? Think about it.

The girl's position is the direct daughter of the Borderline Uncle family and fiancée of the Knight Jazz son who wants to pay under her own forces. If you look at the former, it's the person you want to keep close to, and if it's the latter, it's somewhat of an obstacle.

Conversely, if we get to know each other now and get away from the Mortairns later, we'll be in full swing.

Therefore, to the extent that he was not in a bad mood, the chief squire decided that it was necessary to keep a wedge (wedge) between the boy who was not here and the girl in front of him.

In the guise of subtlety, the topic is cleverly shifted.

"Speaking of which, Lord Pastry's father made a lot of noise because his wife was alone. After all, the attraction of getting the attention of the rest of us may be something similar for parents and children"

"Sure, you're very similar. Especially when you seem busy every day, but you seem to enjoy it."

"Ha, did it still look similar, even in the eyes of my fiancée? By the way, what about Lord Pastry?

"What do you say?

"No, you're right. It's like a rumor, Jen, and you know you're talented. Until now, it will be difficult to speak up because of the land pattern far from your territory and the King's capital, but in the future, even if you are not as good as Master Licorice, you will be blessed with good luck. In that case, I wonder if more and more people will think of Lord Pastry, just like Mr. Liquorice."

"Huh?! That's..."

Liquorice's chest bounced dorky.

Even I was slightly anxious, and I was surprised that someone pointed it out to me. Suddenly in front of me, I feel like I've been poked at a fact I wanted to get out of my sight.

That is, a fiancée other than Liquorice is aware of the possibility of being made into a pastry.

The world of aristocracy is a world of edge. Beginning with parents ceding their status to their children, the heavy use of siblings, the preferential treatment of relatives, and the election of friends and acquaintances are commonplace. That fringe naturally includes marriage.

This is the majority of the reasons why a political marriage is intended.

Licorice likes pastries. And the girl had the thought that Pastry liked herself, too, and that's a fact.

However, it was also recognized as a fact that the very connection of engagement was part of a political strategy made by the father's decision.

I also had the perception that I was quite older.

I suddenly get anxious about what happens to me when other fiancées show up. I'm older than that when Pastry is about the right age to get married. There, too, anxiety that if your younger fiancée showed up, you would be able to pick yourself.

"I'm staying here. Many of you have pastries that match your personality. Let's cut today's encounter, and let's have some spreading edges. No, I envy being young. Ha ha."

In response to Coreton's laugh, the girl responded in silence.

Because if I didn't, I would have been crushed by anxiety.

Because of her position as a samurai, she is unable to block the conversation, and Ms. Carrera and others who cannot call even if they want to speak up in this setting are unable to watch Liquorice, who seems sad and anxious.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to speak to someone else on my behalf."

"Yes......"

The squire leaves the spot. Until then, however, the situation undoubtedly received the attention of the surrounding area.

In the first place, the tasting place is where young trails gain experience.

Thus, there are also few things that unnecessarily strain. In my first day introducing myself as a freshman, there are mostly one or two people who are too tenacious and overwhelmingly subdued, or at my first drinking party, who get too drunk on Veromberon.

From such a vainly strained human being, he seems to be the fiancée of the successor to the Knight Jazz family with the Count's immediate voice, and the visibly mysterious girl that the chief squire was particularly concerned about, seems to be the opponent to keep his voice on.

I'm gonna say hello to that girl, too.

"Shouldn't we stop? It's going to be a pain in the ass."

"No, I think we should be exploring this place as a proxy for the Lord."

The arm of information-gathering. That's one of the skills you develop in a social setting.

Naturally, those skilled in this skill are appreciated from around them as excellent. Therefore, some approached Liquorice with the intention of making a tense appeal.

But some of the immature did what they were not supposed to do. That's what the first woman who spoke to Liquorice did.

It makes people violate their manners of speaking out from the ones under their noses against the daughters of the Borderline Uncle family. Even if you make the excuse that you don't know that, the lapse is a lapse and, naturally, Coreton and others are subtly checking that out.

Neglected by the information of the distant King's Capital and the East, those who do not believe that the fiancée of the Knight's Jazz family will be brought to the Borderline Uncle family. They, they have yet to realize that a silver-haired boy is something that cannot be measured by their common sense and so on.

"I'll catch your eye first. I say Euria-Heint-Mil-Grunol. I'm the eldest daughter of the Associate Baron Grenol family. I was wondering if you'd let me talk to you a little bit."

"Huh? Oh, yes. Nice to meet you. I say Licoris-Mil-Huberlek. I'm here as the fiancée of Lord Pastry-Mortellen."

I didn't think I could speak, Liquorice, but there's the daughter of a noble nobleman on a boulder. Whatever the inside, I can respond with a smile on my face.

Yes, it was good until I smiled and talked to her, but the woman who named herself the eldest daughter of the Grenour family caught her face. Anyway, the family name is the family name.

"Huh? You said Huberlek, could it be Huberlek's border uncle's..."

"Yes, the contemporary House of Huberlek. The Lord is my father."

"Aww, that was very rude. Um, I never called out because I thought I was from the Borderline Uncle family, and I thought I was from a lower house than ours anyway if I was the fiancée of the Knight Sir family. Oh, no, I don't mean it that way anyway, do you call it stupid my assumption, that..."

The woman became a feather of great panic knowing the facts. Originally there are gatherings where there is no room to spare, but it is the type of person in this hand that is easy to hang a wheel on it and hurry.

Maybe I no longer understand what I'm talking about.

"Um, as long as you calm down and talk to me, I'll be fine. I'm only here as the fiancée of the Knight family."

"Oh, haha, when you say so. I'm sorry, I'm just a little..."

"In that case, I still think tea would be good. Fortunately, there seem to be several types of tea on this occasion. It's a new cup of tea in the corner, so why don't you have a drink of this and settle down?"

"Right, I'll take it....... gehoggoho"

The woman accidentally poured tea into her trachea because there were people everywhere who were in such a hurry.

Naturally, the body tries to get the tea out as a defensive reaction. As a result, tea became the feather of a grand zero on the spot. It is at least salvation that was already cold.

"Are you all right?

"No, it's okay. I just kind of swallowed it."

"I'll bring you something to wipe"

At times like this, I would go get what the samurai wipes. But as a care for Liquorice, I thought it would be better if I stayed away from the scene. That woman who has swallowed tea will regain her composure.

Originally, I had a sense that I was in the wrong place, so I felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Liquorice leaves the hall with her samurai Caela and her squire Nicolo. And I saw it.

- Where my own fiancée hugs the Countess.

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"Nice to see you again"

Pastry firmly shook back the hand offered by Countess Ratesh. If the sugar confectionery became a system capable of mass production, we would be business partners with each other.

In that sense, and also in the sense that the future Ascension Dragon was added to the bill, what Uncle Ratesh got was huge.

And even for Pastry, the prospect of securing a future sales channel has been significant. Later, if only for the purpose of materials and processing, we are one step closer to dreaming.

"Well, shall we go back to the hall then? I think I've spoken quite a bit."

"Right."

A small hour or so after entering the office was about to pass, partly because of a few detailed stories.

Pastry thought he didn't want the boulders to wait for his fiancée any longer.

The castle of the Count's house is huge and the journey back to the hall is as long as it was when we came. To the extent that some chatter is exchanged between the boy and the Countess, though.

The chatter while walking in the hallway becomes a close conversation after a negotiated compromise and with a diminished vigilance. Instead, there was also a point in making sure we were close to each other, and we were talking intimately with intent.

Although there were a few stories on the subject, as Countess, it's still my fiancée's story that bothers me.

"So, as a sister, I'd like to know how you two got along."

"What's the big deal... is it a good idea to protect Liquorice, who was caught by the kidnappers, when it comes to taming her?"

"Oh, that's not nice. So, as the next Lord Mortairn, I wonder if he fell in love with her."

"Uh... well, when it comes to falling in love, do you say you fell in love? It's quite embarrassing to talk to people."

Even in pastries with a higher percentage and mental age, it is still shameful to talk about your romantic history in the older years, etc.

Red-faced and shy, beautiful red-faced boy. For the Countess, it is a dust strike.

"Oh - that's adorable. I want to take it with me."

"My lord, you're kidding me. Please let go."

From the Count, there was no evil at all, and I held the boy lightly. It was meant to be to the extent that I did a hug in greeting.

The boy knew that, too, and pulled away to the point of being slightly embarrassed. Light skinship, not so much a fit.

What was completely unexpected to both of them was that there was a girl who was watching the scene.

"Huh!!

"Liquorice!!

Something I saw where I was anxious.

The girl ran off on the spot, out of feelings she might not be good at. Ms Caerra rushes after her.

And somewhat late, Pais went after his fiancée.

"Oh, this is getting interesting."

The Countess, who remained on the spot, accidentally spilled a grin.