Sweet Reincarnation

Spring winds are cold.

The business of spirits stroking their cheeks can only make a girl feel sad, too.

"Licorice."

"Mr. Pastry... I'm sorry, I rushed all of a sudden"

"That's okay."

Courtyard open to guests. At night clubs and other places, even those used for drunken awakenings and standing tables, there are now only two girls and boys.

To be exact, there were about two more servants and a samurai earlier, but when it was hard to talk to the boulders, they took their seats off.

Sometimes it's about escorts, so I'm supposed to pick them up again after a while.

"Gusu."

"Look, don't cry. The cute face in the corner ruins it."

Pastry wipes her fiancée's tears. There is mercy, compassion, and affection.

I can't stop crying over a girl just because I know the heart of such a boy.

"Why are you crying so much? I was wondering if you could tell me."

The boy doesn't understand the girl's tears.

No, I know that if you're going to say the cause, it's probably because Uncle Ratesh saw you holding me. What I don't know is why my fiancée is upset so far.

For a man, a woman's tear is something that unconditionally becomes his responsibility. Not to mention, if one end of the cause is undoubtedly in your actions, don't spare any effort to make you smile.

"It's not something deeply meaningful that was held by that guy. It's like a joke."

"I know that. I know..."

Pais tries to explain in good faith. The feeling itself was passed on to the girl as well. But that didn't make me feel any better.

Liquorice herself, she's not too rational and crying. It's just my chest hurts. My chest clogs asexually, but tears flood me for it. You don't know who you are, even if you stop it.

That's why I talk to myself, one word at a time.

"I… I had a very bad imagination."

"What kind of imagination?

"Imagine if Mr. Pastry had more fiancées coming up. Then I guess I won't be dealt with. Someday, I thought you might hate me. I imagined that."

Rich imagination of a teenage girl.

It makes me imagine all that's so bad that it's troubling.

Pastry, who felt that way, lays her hands even softer as she wipes the girl's eyes again.

Liquorice hands overlaid by boy. For a teenage girl whose body temperature was supposed to be high, it was surprisingly cold. Once again, the pastry gently wraps the girl's hands warm.

The silver-haired boy tried to convey as much sincerity as he could to his fiancée, who raised his face and turned a wet eye.

"I like Liquorice. I'm sure you'll like it more from now on. Can you believe me and what I'm saying?

"Yep..."

Jealous hearts are not the emotions of immature girls. It's an emotion that springs up somewhere else than reason. It's not like words alone can contain you where you told me to believe you.

I want to believe it. But a heart that really leaves something moist.

Fiancée's heart. Pastry, who understood it slowly, could really say something for her.

Stand up softly and let go of the hand you were holding. Still, only the eyes stay with each other.

"Liquorice. Just for a moment, could you wait here?

"Huh?"

"I have something I want to give you. I'll be right back."

That said, Pace leaves the spot. Just out of sight of anyone, to use [instant travel].

If it's for a dear girl, the magic weight doesn't even hang on the balance. Someone saw me, and I used magic.

If it was a moment that disappeared from the courtyard, it was also sudden that it appeared again.

In time, and less than a few minutes after the thing, the pastry returns to its partner. In your hand, take a present for the girl.

"Liquorice, would you please take this?

"What is this..."

Gift given. That was familiar to the girl.

slightly reddish fruit. Sweet candy that wraps it up.

Yes, it was apple candy.

"Liquorice likes this, doesn't she?

"Yeah...... but"

"Good, take it. I really want Liquorice to eat this."

Why this candy candy now? I had the feeling of wondering, but I still like the likes. The girl starts licking the candy tiny and tiny.

Is it something that I put away for making? The aroma of aromatic fruit shifts to candy. It also seemed to taste different from the first time I ate it.

"Is it delicious?

"Yes, it's delicious"

Even when feelings are shaking, delicious things are delicious.

And if you eat something delicious, it will restore some calm to your feelings. If it's sweet, it's not.

Although Liquorice's eyes were still red, she still finally stopped crying.

"I'm glad you ate. Hey, Liquorice. This candy, by my name, is called apple candy... do you know there's also an alias?

"No, I don't"

For Liquorice, this is the first treat I've had in a while. If you're also new to what Pastry calls apple candy, I wouldn't even think of another name. That is extremely obvious.

"This candy has been made in various places and has been given various names because of its simple way of making it. Taffy apple, heavenly apple, paradise apple. And... the apple of love"

"Apples of love......"

Liquorice stares at the candy she was eating.

Love, I'm not even a child enough to know what the word means. And I'm not even an adult enough to receive words that I think are Kiza without feeling anything.

I feel as ashamed as I was when I was told I liked it face to face.

Sweetness of candy eaten crispy. That felt like the boy's thoughts themselves.

"I have one feeling. I'm going to put that in this candy. Once again, will you believe me?

"Yes."

Believe. The girl, the feeling, was certainly felt in herself.

With just one candy like this, and although I think of it myself, I could certainly receive the love put into it.

Now, I can truly believe in pastries.

By the time we finished eating apple candy, the tears were also raised, and only two were left on the spot.

We just stare at each other without saying anything. Keep your hands on top of each other.

"Licorice."

"Mr. Pastry."

Shy to call each other names. Still, the distance shrinks.

Two faces, drawn to nature, and…

"Gohon. Ma'am, I'm here to pick you up"

Soon, they were picking me up. It was Ms Caela, a samurai like no other, who had a deliberate cough.

Ba and Momentum were liquorice away from her fiancée, but her face, of course, is bright red to her neck.

Though the move was sudden and busy, I felt interrupted in a good place from the pastry.

In fact, Ms Caerra has been asking about the two of them for quite some time. The timing of the intrusion is exactly what we're after. I didn't happen to be disturbed, because I spoke out in anticipation of being bothered.

"Young lady, I was watching. No, it's boulder."

Naturally, Nicolo is there as an escort. He also watched the next lord and his fiancée from away for quite some time. It is more than an escort. It is a natural duty, but there is no denying that there was a mix of bad tastes. As a pastry, I also want to complain about one thing.

"Nicolo, how long have you been watching?

"The young lady, what was it... yes, the apple of love. It's from around the time they brought that back. No, since about before they went back to get it? Hey, a colored man who doesn't listen to rumors. Yo, you sketchy."

"Really... you seem to want more work. What, let's double our workload when we get back?

"Whoa, that's troublesome. Where I brought the candy, I kept my mouth shut to the pavilion, so there's a peace of mind."

Ms Caerra looks tough while relieved that Liquorice has safely regained her feelings, and Nicolo smiles with wild horse guts rounded.

Liquorice hasn't returned with her face as bright red as boiled dako, and the pastry is as usual as she blushes at what was being seen.

When I regained that soothing, it went hand in hand with quitting the tea party.

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Pastry and liquorice back in Mortairn territory. and two others.

There was something waiting for me when I returned from a friendly bickering.

He was made to cry in a different way than Count Ratesh, who made Liquorice cry, and in one sense he was more scared than the bandits who attacked him.

"Welcome home, Pais."

For the men of the world, the most feared creature in the world. The name is called "mother".

I have a fiancée in a boulder. I greet my son with a light hug, although I don't give him a lift in front of me. But Liquorice was able to see it calmly.

The assault on his return is also over, and where he was liberated, Pastry greets him home again. And Liquorice also goes on to say "home” greetings to emulate it. What it means is one.

"I'm back now, Mother"

"Ha, I'm back now"

Although Pais can't help being bad at his mother, he is also a bad opponent for Liquorice. Anyway, if things go well, I'll be a future mother-in-law.

If you don't like them, you don't like them, in the sense that they make you unnecessarily nervous.

"Ugh, we kind of got along. Plus, I can't believe we're all back right now. What happened at the tea party for both of us? Let me hear it."

The mother is responsible for overseeing her son's whereabouts.

Under the pretext that, obviously, there will be a situational inquiry into the two of them as if they had gotten closer to each other than before going out. It is a matter of decision among the motherly Anise.

We have to dig for roots and leaves. We have to find it without divulging it. And you have to be thoroughly uncovered.

The finalisation my son “couple” had already decided to make before he went out. Sublime duty. and Aniez roughs his nose.

There are no shards of reluctance, and in order to satisfy my interests, I don't mind the annoyance of others, or anyone who sees it is a parent or child.

"Uh, soften your hands"

No matter, you shouldn't have to be soft.

Interrogation spanning nearly two hours. Originally, when the intrigued questioning attack was over, the pastry was exhausting.

"Oh, boy, were you back?"

"Shiites, I'm home"

Pastry, who walked into the dining room when he was happy, was relieved to see the familiar face he had been there.

Sit beside the squire chief you've known since birth and sip bean tea.

"Ahhh, yummy"

"How could Boy be so tired? Was that a pretty tough negotiation?

"No, the negotiation itself worked... my mother..."

"Oh, so"

Shiites perceives everything in one word of the boy.

The knight jazz headmaster and his wife, whom he himself serves, are rarely a couple of protégés. You can't leave your drowning son and his fiancée alone on a honeymoon.

"That was a disaster. By the way, boy, what's that paper?

"Oh, is this it? It's the rest I used for candy wrappers."

Shiites pointed out something like a slice of parchment. There were several pieces of the same size.

In a social setting, I assumed that Pastry would have had it all the time so that I could work part-time in a matchmaking photo at any time, but I was concerned that it was in a distorted (snoring) form.

"For that...... what, what the hell?

"As you can see, it's two shots of me and Uncle Ratesh."

"What are you thinking with all this wrapping paper?"

"You made my precious Liquorice cry, a little bit of a punishment."

That's what I said, Pastry laughed niggly.

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It was a few days after the new tea tasting.

"You did it, that boy!!

"Oi, calm down. Don't throw things."

Pastry-prepared candy confectionery later handed to the noodles who attended the tasting. Combining elegance and luxury, confectionery is very popular and is handed out first.

And the wrapper had a picture of Uncle Ratesh hugging Pais. The spread of the picture spread one rumor.

"More than that, I can't believe I'm a boy hobby!!

Rumors broke out that Uncle Ratesh was a serious boy bias hobby (Shotacon).

obvious, such as who the source of the earthquake is. Anyway, it's been delivered to the Count's house for the last few days because it's a "matchmaking photo” of boys between the ages of five and ten.

Thanks to this, it was clear to everyone's eyes that the feathers would run to the sedation of rumours and that even the belated marriage would defeat them even further back.

"Boy, you remember!!

Countess Briosh-Salgret-Mille-Ratesh. Call yourself 28 years old. Single.

Her honeymoon dream (honeymoon) is still far away.