Sweet Reincarnation

"A goat was stolen?

Payce's barbaric voice echoed in the office in Mortairn territory. It remains in the ears of everyone on the spot only for the remaining, pre-voice-changing, tall voice.

"There's a story about being stolen. I was wondering if I was right to buy it from another nobleman before I brought it to your house."

It was the pedestrian Decoco who looked sorry. I also refrain from disciples on the sides.

He was the closest merchant to the lord of Mortaire territory, and had been asked to buy livestock first.

There's only one reason the merchant seems sorry. Because we couldn't deliver the order by the due date.

The attitude is sympathetic, as is Shiites, the squire chief who is usually loud about contracts.

"If you're forced to buy it with power, it's no different than it was stolen."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I refused to sell it already, but they told me it was because of unavoidable circumstances, because they threatened to accept it if I didn't sell it. Anything, you suddenly need a ton of food? Rumor has it that the war has begun."

"Ah......"

The pedestrians should not have been told the detailed story yet, but nevertheless the story of war has already spread in the network between the merchants. Among other things, chambers of commerce with branches such as those called large shops (oh yeah) are also out of step in the speed and quality of information transmission, and there are many familiar merchants of chambers of commerce who benefit from them. Decoco is one of them. It was therefore salvation to be able to decide that it was useless to defy them when they said they wanted to buy up the goats due to impeccable circumstances.

"The roots are the same for both the provocation and the robbery. So, who forced you to buy it?

"I'm Baron Lunsbadge. It was the surrogate who responded."

"Is that Lunsbadge family? You're hit. Still brilliant at the desk. Totally insidious."

The Baron Lunsbadge family is a territorial nobleman with a relatively northern stop among the southern regions of the Kingdom of God. It has a territory where agricultural products, beginning with wheat, are the main export commodities of southern aristocracy, and is often responsible for supplying them. It was one of the historic old houses known as the Traditional Nobility, and before the Wang Du showdown it was the Viscount House. During the Great War, he was disposed of a partial confiscation of the Lower Lord and the Territory for showing hostile neutrality towards the current King, and became a Baron.

For this reason, it is also a house that tends to scorn emerging aristocrats, especially the Mortairn family, for something.

It is famous because it harasses emerging aristocrats in the south if anything, and the casseroles understand that if there is such a big nickname as war preparedness, they will be happy to use it.

"Is it hard to complain about being put up in the Baron's house among the clumsy knights?"

"At a time like this, if a matrimonial relative has a leading aristocracy, it's strong."

"It's hard to tell Uncle Fuberlek because he didn't officially become a matrimonial family. In the first place, the center of the disturbance is only at Uncle Fuberlek's border, and nothing is done to make things rough and good. When you're busy at war, you must be told if you're fighting in your own country."

"Good and both successful. If it's bad, could we be the only ones to blame for making things rough? Does difference in status mean unreasonable?"

The words of the chief squire Shiites were, in a sense, common thoughts to everyone. Casserole, who has been made to cry by identity differences since his youth, is originally a civilian, and Decoco and others, who cannot have citizenship because of pedestrians, wholeheartedly agree.

In the process of collecting supplies for defense, I demand that they be returned. As a baron, I would gladly rebuff the enemies and the casseroles. Interrupted defensive preparation, on the logic that.

"I know exactly what happened when the goat didn't arrive. Decoco also had a hard time coming out to explain to us despite being empty loaded. With that, let's admit that we are not guilty of breach of contract, and that the cost of trading with the Baron will remain to cover expenses. However, since we are losing money, we cannot compensate for any further losses. So convince me."

"Okay. Thank you."

Decoco was relieved by the words of the lord Casserole.

Despite all the circumstances, it is true that the order could not be delivered by the due date. For some things like this one, it is normal to say that the contract is half or late payment, but this time the contract is in advance. If this was a marginal aristocracy, there could have been fines and penalties for shielding the fact that it was a breach of contract. From Decoco's point of view, in some cases escape should also be an option. Being attacked by a wolf or something is not uncommon, so sometimes you decide to be attacked and die.

However, Decoco dared to go to Mortaire territory with an empty load of his bare hands. It was only a hands-on visit because of the trust that you would understand if you spoke honestly, and I had enough weight to consider the situation as a casserole.

"Nevertheless, have the aftermath of the war in the far east begun to arrive this way"

Everyone is aware of consent to whining similar to casserole moaning. Decoco nodded loudly and opened his mouth toward the casserole.

"The flow of things is connected. If consumption jumps in one place, then naturally it will. It must be a pretty big fight when it's not even three days away, but it's already affecting you. Unlike previous skirmishes."

"That won't necessarily be the case, Mr. Shiites. Speaking from the common sense of our merchants, it's not uncommon for people to take a ride and try to make a fortune. How about a tour, the baron?

"If so, I would have made Gappoli money by letting us lose the whole thing. That businessman."

Shiites and Decoco hit dissatisfaction.

Casserole turns her eyes to the side in the clerk's office, which has already presented such a look as a show of stupidity. There was a still dear figure of Pais.

Shiites and Decoco also notice that gaze.

The main faces in the office know the passion for Pace's treats. Annoying enthusiasm enough to field the backyard, which should have been a playground, on its own with young hands.

To those who knew the thought, the condition of Pais, who was adulterous, was unnatural. It is self-evident that this case cannot have been seen by his boy. Naturally angry at me for interrupting my passionate hobbies. And yet it's really creepy that I'm big.

The state of the still-thinking boy reminded me of a quiet sea of twilight before it was rough in the storm.

"Boy, what's going on?"

……

Fearful, Shiites called out in such a way.

I just called him back about twice, and he finally answers the call, boy.

"Is this a trial?"

"Yes?"

The eyes of Girari and Pais shine.

"People who interfere with my hobbies should be completely eliminated. If you are allowing a licked imitation, it involves a selling ticket!!

Momentum rising pais.

There was an emotional flame in his eyes. We were all the same surprised by the rampage that was about to rage.

"Calm down. Just calm down first!!

It was the casseroles and the adults who panicked. Calm down and force him to sit in the chair.

Because if you don't, everyone thought you might go into the baron's territory by yourself.

"Please let me go. I'll talk to the Baron."

"Easy, Pais. I understand why you're angry. but I'm not allowed to complain to the Baron Territory."

"Why. Do you want me to keep my mouth shut and unjustly take away from the weak in my position?"

"Yes."

I agree with Casserole as to why we must be silently deprived.

But the position doesn't allow it.

"If you make more noise than a certain amount of sense in the words assumed on the baron's side, this one will be made the bad guy."

"But Father"

"But not. Calm down first."

It's time for war. The rationale is authenticity that can be accomplished through a considerable degree of impotence.

It is only natural that supplies, starting with food, are needed as close to the battlefield as possible. In that sense, Baron Lunsbadge territory is closer to the battlefield than Sir Mortairn. It should be understood that the degree of need for supplies varies, and that is also the case before the construction of this levy.

Moreover, in this case, the levy and (no) consideration have been paid even though it is very small. Even if it is used to cover Decoco's expenses, it can be said that the Baron's consideration is that he bought it instead of taking it away. Making accusations that you are outrageous is harder than showing consideration.

Apart from Pais, who lost a whole lot of money purchasing a goat, it's also troubling to have no one to lose. Where Pais appealed for damages, wartime contributions were said to be the duty of the nobility.

You can force Decoco to take responsibility for a contract. If you are a normal nobleman, then you make a compromise on your financial problems. But Pais and Casserole hated and did not intend to do anything more than what might be described as an act of tyranny of the nobility.

The solution to the rubbing of this hand, if it were meant to be, would ultimately have to be done with military force. The only way to get to diplomatic negotiations to get our word across to someone we don't know is by force. If you don't listen to me, I'm gonna have to beat you up, but I'm gonna make you listen to me.

But now when the peripheral uncle realm is being invaded. If we have civil strife here, it is clear, for example, that it is either to be condemned. The Mortairn family is condemned with real harm, not with the canonicity of things.

Pais also regains his composure as his father teaches him the importance of courtesy and patience. Not that I can wake up angry, but my head is getting cold enough to hold it inside.

"So you don't get my goat, no matter what."

"It's normal to give up because you think it was an offering you gave to God, or an accident. If the war clears up, there will be room for post-negotiation... well, it will be difficult"

To sad reality and politics, Pace's lament lingers. As he nodded to hold his head, his blue and silver hair covered his face powerlessly. I can't help but observe the mood.

In the meantime.

Everyone was wondering if the goat had to give up, and there was one person who gave a different opinion. It is Shiites, a trustworthy squire chief who should also be called the wisdom bag of Mortarn territory.

"One thing is, you have a hand in getting your losses covered early."

How can you make up for the Baron's wartime provocation?

When I turned my thoughts to it, it was Casserole and Pais with battlefield experience who came to the idea. Decoco and his disciples on the spot, who are merchants but therefore unable to come up with them, must also make sure that the firepowder does not fly to themselves very poorly, and turn to the listener.

"Well, by rushing to the battlefield as reinforcements, we claim priority over our supplies..."

"Exactly."

Shiites says that if we were charged with munitions, we should be on the receiving side of munitions. If we are to be impotent with the rationale that it is a time of war, we need to be able to say back that impotence ourselves. In this case, the procurement of supplies on the grounds of entering the battlefield is in a stronger position than the accusation of reasons for proximity to the battlefield. It could be a card that could demand material return from the Baron.

If you want a goat to improve the environment in which confectionery is made, it was a glowing suggestion of Shiite diplomatic taste that you should be in a position to claim that right.

Fortunately or unhappy, there is also a pre-construction fiancée (Liquorice) whose Mortairn family simply puts their shoulders in the disturbance of the Borderline House. Besides being able to hustle and bustle about good friends, helping your fiancée's home increases fame and influence in many ways.

If we can establish a position here, we'll have more hands to hit. It will also be possible to claim that the goats have only been deposited, and it will be possible to seek a filling from the Border Uncle family rather than the Baron family. Not that much time was needed until there was a consensus that

"If that's the case, get ready quickly."

"Boy's selfishness is as sudden and busy as ever."

"It's not my selfishness. It's an unavoidable march to redress injustice."

"Well, say what you want."

The next day, reinforcements from the Mortairn family set out for the Borderline Uncle. The preparation period is extremely short, also because it has not failed to prepare from time to time.

Caserol as the person responsible. Pais as a deputy. Glasage as a squire and Nicolo as a supply officer. A total of twelve recruits from the territory of eight. As a one knight jazz family, I can say quite a lot, and the number is two wizards anyway. Depending on how you use it, you will have enough fighting power.

And for Pais, it was also an outing burning with outrage.

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In battle, the defensive side is said to be advantageous on the offensive and defensive side.

In particular, it is common sense in this world as well as in general that the difference between its advantages and disadvantages becomes more pronounced if it is the one to be invaded and the one to be prevented.

There are a number of reasons for this, but one reason is that the attacker can really guide the geography.

Where is the water field? Where is the right place to rest soldiers and horses? What is the possible path to march on? What is the favorable battlefield? The geographic information necessary for military operations is manifold.

Defenders are very familiar with more than just being their own gardens. If the enemy were to come, where would it be? anticipation of the path from the forces of war. The amount of water, leaves, etc. that can be procured along the way will also fall within the scope of the assumption.

Attackers tend to lack the information in their hands. Therefore, it is always taught that people in the military will be at a disadvantage.

"The enemy is coming from over there."

"Yes."

It was Sukhoure-Mil-Kadrecek who asked his own men few words. He is the grandson of the Duke of Kadrecek family. He also spans military horses because of his high status and puts his gaze around him, but his appearance looks somewhere disturbing. He is restless in the northern direction where his enemies are seen, or in the soldiers around him, and he is turning his sights back and forth as if he were.

I can't help it either. He was rushed to the battlefield because of unexpected events in the first place.

In this war, the enemy's sudden assault was in a sense within the assumption. It was clear that neighboring Lutroot border ambassador would feel threatened with the Fuberlek border ambassador house, for which the Duke of Kadrecek was the back shield, and the pre-emptive attack on that threat had been cited as a fairly high degree of prediction. As a time, it was foreseen that action could be taken as soon as possible.

Then what was unexpected is the enemy's power of war.

Not that there were unexpectedly many enemy forces, but rather vice versa. It has invaded with considerably less force than originally anticipated.

As the three-fold law of attackers is known empirically in this world, the Lutroot Border Buddhist side was seen to have between 30,000 and 40,000 troops, based on the standing strength of the Fuberlek Border Buddhist family and the total number of expected reinforcements.

Therefore, even as the Fuberlek Border House, we will first solidify the defensive positions on the front line, waiting for reinforcements from the Duke of Kadreček and other aristocratic houses, on the grounds of “rescue of the occasional Duke and grandson", and breathe together in an attempt to blackmail and annihilate them. That was the original defensive strategy.

But when obviously less enemy power was known, aggressive defense was discussed, not passive defense caged in the position, but striking alone by the Huberlek Border Army. If you can handle it without reinforcements, it's because you've never been over it. The conclusions drawn are a policy shift towards active defence. It was an almost unanimous conclusion, shared by the Minister of State of the Borderline Bureaucracy.

When that happens, he loses his place in the squall where he was stationed “to greet his fiancée's home” and his escort.

The face of the Fuberlek Border House, which wants to monopolize its achievements by preserving the trump card of the Duke's help, and the face of the Duke's house, which demands to enter the war in anticipation of the post-war distribution of rights. After a hustle and bustle of arguments, Sucre was to hit the defense of the pioneering village near the front line, where the enemy would come to plunder.

We know a lot about supplies that can be abridged from one village, and there shouldn't be so many enemy troops to collect them. Based on that expectation, he was consolidating his defense with fifty Duke army elites per platoon.

Grandson of the Duke entrusted with the command of the Pioneering Village Defense Forces. What this role requires is a good handle and a sure victory. The aim is to make the battle small enough not to win too much a reward for the grandchildren of the Duke, and to give up other great handles while making a face. To fifty Duke family elites, dozens of conscripts of benign pioneering villagers. To protect a single village is a force that can be described as excessive.

Hands sweating squirting at the tension of an absolutely unbeatable first line.

I thought it was going to be a life steal, but my body is strong even if I don't like it.

An emergency alert is brought to such a youth commander after a while. A young soldier, who has run out of breath, rushes to report.

"The enemy has appeared. The number is roughly twenty."

Finally, a young man holding the reins tight on his horse. Still, I inspire a sense of purpose when I have to do what I have to do.

"Ready for battle immediately!!

A pioneering village that rushes along the way.

Five to sixty fightable villagers have weapons in their hands. Weaponry is a must for households in the frontline pioneering villages.

The villagers and a small unit of about thirty men led them to consolidate the entrance and exit of the village to the north. And twenty direct graduates are in the center of the village, trying to protect Sucre.

The way ahead for them to stare is the north direction.

"Where is the enemy!!

Mindful of the urge to rush out on his own, Skoole asks for the continuation of the report.

I should have been informed that the enemy had arrived, but there was no follow-up from the hardened soldiers.

The heads of the auxiliaries were also marked with question marks. Continuing reports came with the worst.

My lady, the enemy is south.

"What!!

Something completely unexpected happened as soon as possible. I'm in a hurry for Sucre.

If the enemy comes in a straight line, it should come from the north or east. The south would have been completely behind it.

There is a deep forest beside the enemy's projected march route and the pioneering village. You can say the road is through the woods. The expectation that it should pass avoided was perfectly broken because of the extremely high risk of being shipwrecked, for example in forests that are not guided by geography.

"How did the enemy get around the back? Must be a guide to geography!!

"I don't know. But now discussing it doesn't start."

Those who rushed forward were confused. Because the commander's youth is confused, so are the people beneath them. The dozens who were consolidating the northward turn right and left without deciding whether to continue to consolidate the north or prepare for the enemy on the back again.

Besides, the worse news goes on.

"Enemy reinforcements. That number...... roughly a hundred!!

"Stupid!!

Enemy reinforcements.

To that number, Sucre fought. The small pioneering village was equipped with a force that could be described as excessive, the number of which was roughly one hundred. The enemy had as much force at his disposal as if he knew how many.

"I want to be plotted"

Too many surroundings. Even in the confusion, I couldn't stand on more than the same number of opponents. Sucre also took desperate command. Although its command was solid and masterful in accordance with the stones, it was still at a difficult disadvantage to deal with the damage until it cleaned up the confusion.

The youth realized that the disadvantages were difficult to cover and that their own disadvantages were expanding as more soldiers fell with one and another.

"Do we have to retreat?"

"But we are already surrounded by enemies"

The deputy's words were telling the situation accurately.

It was disastrous that we had initially consolidated our forces in the north, and we were separated by our direct graduates and a mass in the north. Destroyed by each one on it, now only a straight graduation remains. Already surrounded by enemies.

"I had to. We're gonna cut through the bloodstream and pull back. Strike for the thin edge of the enemy."

We have no choice but to slash into the surrounding enemy and find a way to live. It was a squall that cemented its determination. The decisiveness, which I do not see as a young man in the first line, should have been described as brilliant, but in any case the situation was only unfavourable.

The young man squeezes his courage to look for a thin enclosure. To hang life and death to penetrate.

But the determination was also made unnecessary by a piece of turmoil. Obvious agitation and confusion to enemies who have been pushing their own armies, even leading. And because I saw retreat action.

I don't know what happened. Sucre also thought that we should escape into this gap, but as we thought about it, the enemy is escaping more and more.

Increasingly, I don't know why.

"What? What's going on?

"I don't know."

Today is a good day for unexpected things to happen, and Sucre thinks that there is no such thing. Once in a stuck situation, people seem to settle out of the picture.

Anything came, and a horse came to him when he reopened. He was a brilliant physique horse, whose body looked familiar. And to those on horseback.

Whatever was on the horse was small, but he comes down from the horse gleaming at a stop by the sucre.

Keep kneeling gently and state your mouth in a beautiful voice.

"It's been a while since I've sat down. In the midst of Lord Sucre's crisis, he rushed with sentiment and friendship. I'm so relieved that I made it."

"Thank you very much for your help with the long haul drive. I have nothing to thank you for helping me where I am in danger... Lord Pastry"

Lord of reinforcements who stood up after his mouth.

It was Pastry-Mil-Morthern the man, shaking his rustle and silver hair.