Sweet Reincarnation

Long before the Duke's grandson Sucre fell into distress.

"Your Excellency, this is an urgent report."

"I don't mind, come in."

In the realm capital of the frontier uncle of Fuberlek, the lord Donashel-Mil-Fberlek frontier uncle, the man was in the office.

At the time of the enemy attack, it was decided the other day to organize and dispatch three teams: the first to rush to the front, the second with supplies, and the third to focus on backpacking. A second line of defense is now ready. And Uncle Borderline herself had a busy day to clean up the clerical handling and ruling in the clerk's office because she planned to make an appearance in the third inning.

In the meantime, a young squire ran over.

It is often bad news that wartime alerts and so on are mostly not busy, and Borderline uncle intended to do so, but this reward betrays that expectation.

"Excuse me. Those who asked to see His Excellency earlier came. He named Sir Mortairn, and said he came to reinforcements. We can't judge it, so it's up to you to report it as soon as possible."

"What, you think it's Sir Mortairn? Are you sure?"

Donashel looked surprised. The first concern is that others deceive celebrity names. In times of war, the exchange of assassins, etc., is a daily tea meal. The first thing I suspect is a commander who keeps a large army.

To the most Lord's doubts, the righteous squire answers on top of each other.

"Ha, that's what I did name it. I've seen it once before, so I thought I'd be sure first."

"Is he one of the knights? Or was there someone with you?"

"We had about ten people with us, one of whom was a boy."

Boy, in that respect, Uncle Borderline reacted with Pickle. I can only think of one boy and so on who sticks to Sir Mortairn. And that is the proof that it is not a conspiracy. It is foolish to expose what is your weakness before your enemies. I guess he came as an ally, not an enemy, than he was.

Convinced, Donashel spoke to his men.

"All right, let's get through here right away. Never be rude."

"I'm in awe"

Borderline uncle consciously tightens the cheeks that were unknowingly loose.

It is the immediate reinforcement of my daughter's son-in-law. This means a lot, and I appreciate it. I'm honestly glad.

Likewise, it means that it will be considerably easier to make reinforcement requests to my daughter's son-in-law's Duke's house, and the strength of the heart that it is the hero who must win first.

And most importantly, it is good that the next lord himself, who is young but weighs his engagement brother-in-law, has come. Even the kids are rushing, but it's very helpful to slap their asses to see if the rest of them do.

Even if put to profit, there are two wizards. The magic of the knight, in particular, has tremendous effects on the transmission of information and the movement of material personnel. Far more useful than two or three barons each sending dozens of reinforcements.

Casserole's opinion as a tactician is also what I want now. It was just where the thought was boiling down, and the opinions of commanders with extensive battlefield experience are invaluable in order to elicit opinions.

"My lord, I have brought Sir Mortairn"

"Um, come in."

Two people came into the office. The knight himself and the boy. Originally, it comes with a squire for escort, but there's a reason why he's not here.

If you bring troops as reinforcements, it is customary for you to first go to account only for those who are commanding, in order to show that you did not move them in bad faith.

Thus, for the first time, the commander of the reinforcement destination is authorized to act as reinforcement. Otherwise, it was done as a matter of routine, as troops from other houses could wander on their own in their own territory.

"We're out of time, my lord. I heard there was an invasion, and I rushed to help you."

"I sincerely thank you for your cooperation over the long haul. Have a seat."

After the greeting, the knight Sir Parent and Child recommended to the chair sit on it and the conversation begins again. After the usual greetings and the unusual stories, it was the Knight of Mortairn who quickly cut to the point.

"Uncle Borderline, how is the battle going?"

"Hmm, I think it's going well. Not as many enemies as we thought, so now we're just getting ready to strike out of the Fort Front."

"Low number of enemies?

"Mm-hmm. The total number ranges from eight thousand, many about twelve thousand, around the five thousand or so of the Luttrut family. I'd appreciate your input, sir."

This invasion of the enemy is small in number.

That's why it's the current state of operations that are a huge departure from the original defensive strategy, says Uncle Borderline.

"What about the enemy formation?

"Just give me a minute. Get the map out.... two thousand here. There's a major player here, and there's like five hundred to prepare for this one. This hill is protected by two hundred gestures by the Hudgren family. There are soldiers here, too."

On parchment paper big enough to spread your hands. It is an explanation that is placing a small pawn on top of a handwritten map that would have been used for many years. To see enemy readiness at a glance is a great thing, and those on the spot think seriously as they look at the pawn to be placed.

After all the pawns were put down, the casserole that I was still thinking about squeaks.

"Weird."

"Yeah? Is it weird?"

Donashel picked up and listened back to Casserole's solitary whining. The casserole, picked up to herself, does her gaze at Uncle Borderline and speaks out again.

"Something's catching on. Shall I say it in all seriousness? As a warrior, I find this formation unnatural."

"I thought that too thinly. That's why I wanted to hear Sir's opinion. But I can't help but think that nothing in this formation has changed to prepare the enemy as I see it. Be steadfast and have nowhere to go to waste. I thought it was too much for me, but does Sir think so too..."

The two adults raised their voices like roaring.

It was a feeling we both had in common to get an unnatural feeling, but when asked where, we get stuck with the answer.

In fact, the enemy formation is brilliantly appropriate. We can see that the strongholds are held tight while the numbers are disadvantaged, and that individually separated forces have created a system in which they can cooperate with each other. If he tries to strike with a force push, he will strike quite well. As for the formation laid by the disadvantaged side, it is first of all a stone street and tough.

As casseroles and others, I can't point out anything specifically strange, so I'd honestly like to think it's a mistake, but if you leave it alone, it could hurt something, and it bothers me.

"Steady, on the contrary, is unnatural."

Among those adults, a bell-like voice broke in.

Blue silver boy, is the voice of the pastry.

The adults on this occasion know that the pastry is not just a child. Therefore, I do not neglect that opinion.

"I wonder what that means, Sir Pastry-Mortellen"

"It's odd to be steadfast when you consider the enemy's purpose to be a pre-emptive attack. The enemy should have launched an army to cut the power itself, not the will of this offensive. Nonetheless, this formation is primarily geared up for our side to attack. I can't help but think it's strange there."

"Sure. It's unnatural to attack from yourself and consolidate your protection without a single fight. Well, thanks to Sir, I can finally grasp the source of discomfort"

Donashel is also a war-torn soldier. If I know what causes discomfort, I see something more specific. The more you look at it, the tougher the defensive formation. And if you think so and look at it, you realize you don't see any willingness to attack.

"Perhaps this formation of enemies has no intention of striking us with the force we have laid out here"

"If your presumption is correct, where is the enemy's intent?"

It was clear to everyone that the purpose of this Lutroot Border Army action was to sharpen the threat of the Huberlek Border Army with the help of the Duke's family by taking the lead.

Where it is established that is the purpose, the three of us will see how this one goes.

"Is it a measure to solidify our protection and invite our wear and tear?"

"Then it's easy to deal with. Or protect yourself and aim for a blow by looking at the gap. It seems possible as a method of warfare."

What Donashel was concerned about was a kind of counter operation. It is the norm for the disadvantaged to find an opportunity to win, but to poke the gap in the steeple after consolidating their protection. Therefore, there is no wonder that this time the enemy's aim might be that as well.

But the idea is denied by casserole.

"If you're going to use that maneuver, you need to prepare your opponent to attack you first. Doesn't look like they're ready for that. It is also unnatural for enemies to weave themselves into measures, as changes in policy on this side are uncertain that are not predictable to the enemy. From the enemy, while we're still unprepared, if we don't take the fort with all the troops and create a situation that we can't help but attack, if we do it badly, we're done. Also, if you don't get it first with a small victory, let's make the morale drop remarkable in the stages of consolidating protection. If you want to come and consolidate your defense early, counter-attack operations will be a lower measure. You should think of it as having another aim."

"Sir's words are good. And when that happens, we don't know what the enemy is after."

Commander's troubles are deep.

Just because a lot of lives are at stake in that decision, we have to do everything possible to avoid errors in judgment. That's why the debate begins to glorify.

There is a way of thinking called role-playing in the discussion method that takes place at times like this. I dare to take the other person's position and simulate what I would do if I were you. It is also one of the ways of thinking that is found in ancient times and now everywhere, and there are many who know empirically in this world. Caserol, who has Pace in his wisdom bag, is one of them, of course.

"Shall I take the stand of the enemy? So there's something you can see. Maybe."

"Hmm, funny. Sir Mortairn, how do you fight if Sir takes this enemy formation?

"If I were you, I would come up with a measure that would consolidate my defense with the majority of my strength to compensate for the disadvantage of the difference in my strength, and on top of that I would win a local battle with a handful of manoeuvred forces. Because there is always magic to get ahead of you. Dozens of troops, for example, like here, are around the time of aim. Two hundred can crush one team. Or here. If you hit back where the emphasis is on preparedness from the north, this one will be almost unharmed."

If I dared to put myself in the enemy's shoes, there was certainly a lot to see. The aim of a more specific enemy is clearly visible. What Caserol points out is the hypothesis that there was another enemy action team. But the allegations fall into the status quo, as is clearly the aim of the enemy itself.

The complexion of the borderline uncle changes when he hears what Caserol points out. Especially with a single point of war.

"That's where the Duke of Kadrecek keeps his house. That's Lord Sucre's unit, too."

"What is it!!

Coming here, the three people on the spot realized that the current situation was very dangerous. That if the enemy also had room to take the manoeuvres now conceived by Casserole, it would be an obvious crisis situation. And perhaps that probability is commensurately high.

"We have to go help him right away. Hopefully nothing, but we should be ready before it's too late."

"All right, I'll leave one squadron with Sir. With that, I want you to go out here immediately."

Originally, it is not preferable for reinforcements to mention a major pattern. Therefore, if there is nothing, it is good to leave it with Sucre and face it with small merit. But if the enemy strikes, we need a fighting force that can repel it.

Rapidly a squadron, some two hundred and dozen commanders, was entrusted to the casserole and came forward as reinforcements. Formation also includes cavalry. It was a squadron of sergeants who had always been trained on the front lines and a busy outing of more than a dozen casseroles.

When they rushed to Pioneering Village as reinforcements, what they saw in their eyes was the future they most wanted to avoid in their assumptions.

That is, the state of confusion caused by the enemy's sudden assault,.

"Father, it seems our allies are under attack. Perhaps there is Lord Sucre."

"All right, Pace take our guys. I command the rest."

The soldiers of the Rapidly Bordered Uncle family are hard to accept, no matter how they look at it, the command of Pais, who is a child. In that regard, the platoon by the family of the Mortairn family is loyal to the life of Pais.

Led by Nicolo, the families of the Mortairn family also have a sense of trust in casserole and pais.

"I will save Lord Scuole. I believe my father will absolutely protect me behind him, and I will only look forward and run through. Assault!!"

"" Whoa!!

People's eyes are not behind them, so attacks from behind are an absolute blind spot. Pais and the others struck a corner of the enemy's siege from the blind spot.

Furthermore, it is the squadron of the Borderline House headed by Casserole that provides flanking support. There are advantages to numbers, and the enclosure quickly collapses away.

Upon confirmation, Pace advances the horse alone.

To use your mouth as a letter to, and to arm yourself on horseback to go to a friend who is flashing.

"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."

Reinforcements made it, Pace said, relieved.

The Kadrecek army, led by Sukhoure, managed to take a successful form in the defense of the pioneering village. However, the damage is enormous, with many war wounded and many war dead. Staying on this spot seemed reckless to anyone's eyes.

"It would be better to return to Uncle Fuberlek once. We'll send you."

"I appreciate that. Sorry to bother you, but I'm tired to be honest, and the damage was enormous..."

The squirt was a grumpy thought. It is clear that we could not protect the village in our own power, as if we had been given a handle. Of all the victims, I am very unhappy with the status quo.

I honestly followed Pace's suggestion that I still had to get back on track.

Pais and the others, who returned to the border capital and finished their report, were welcomed by Donashel.

If I heard that the fear I thought was about to become a reality, there was something cold in my spine as a warring warlord, but I was happy to prevent it.

"The boulder is Sir Mortairn. The sight of the hero of the Patriot is certain, truly brilliant. Sir's coming to reinforcements would have been exactly comparable to 10,000 troops. Thanks to you, I was able to screw up the enemy's aim. Thank you. Thanks to you, according to the news, the enemy also pulled the army once."

"That would be good news."

"Right. First of all, winning is eye-catching. You have to choose your warfare, and you're going to be busy. It seems that some of them have been quite effective in their pursuit this time, but is the best skill of the struggled Lord Sucre?... Lord Skoole?

"... Oh, yes, what is it"

Speaking to Uncle Borderline, the young man raised his nagging face. Seeing how it was, Donashel slightly clouded his face. For he saw in the face of his son-in-law the colour of fatigue and impatience, obviously.

Even though the enemy pulled it off once, there could be enough of another invasion at the moment, even if the commander has a dark face, it also involves morale.

"Thank you, Lord Skoole. You look tired. I hope you can back off and rest."

"Let me do that"

He was clearly a young man returning to his bedroom in a depressed manner, but that appearance was something that gave him a hint of anxiety around him.

Sometimes the battle itself can be a heartbreak if something terrible happens to you in the first place. It would be an experience if it could be handled successfully within itself, but some people rarely break their bodies and minds due to the wounds.

"Hmm, I'm a little worried about that."

"That's right. What's so comforting about these times?"

I don't want Sucre crushing me here right now. It is an edge with the important Duke family and also a young man with a rich and promising future. A country's position as a heavy town and its own interests and sense of responsibility as a predecessor and love as a step-parent.

All of that worries me about the way the current skoole is depressed.

I want you to regain your energy somehow.

In the eyes of the adults who think so, it was one boy who came in. It is a pastry of whoever it may be.

Casserole, who was looking at her own son, had something to think of.

"Pais. Speaking of which, you must have comforted Marc."

"Yes."

"It's almost the year, and can I leave it to you this time? I can't just leave it like that."

Pais, told to comfort his friend, often meditates on his eyes and thinks. I was wondering if there was any way to comfort my current friend (Sucre).

I come up with the option of having my fiancée encourage me, or simply make a breakthrough, but I'm not sure I can be comforted by words alone. After all, what props can convincingly restore confidence and energy?

If so, all Pace can come up with is sweets.

"I don't mind that...... I have something I want to make for it. Can you get me some ingredients?

What Pace says, what he wants to make.

The father generally guessed what it was, but dared ask.

"What kind of treat is that?

Pais responded with a bitter laugh to the words of his father, who was already convinced he would make confectionery. It's as bad of a bat as my father was reading my thoughts, but that's now.

"It's the tart that makes it. Tart Tatan."