Sweet Reincarnation

"I'm back now"

The boy's cool and adorable voice reaches the mansion.

It is a report of a triumph from the Borderline Uncle Territorial (Senchi).

"Welcome back, Mr. Pastry"

"I'm home, Liquorice"

Usually, it was the mother who rushed first to greet this hand. But this time, he ceded his duties to his future righteous daughter.

There must have been some anxiety. The girl welcomed her own fiancée back safely with a smile.

"It sounds like a lot of noise outside your mansion."

"Well, there are a lot of" souvenirs. ”Liquorice also received letters and gifts from your father."

"Is it a letter from your father? Mind if I read it quickly?

"Yeah, I don't mind. That's what I'm bringing here. Yes, go ahead. I've kept my summer costumes, and I've got a lot of stuff to give away. It should be sorted around Shiites, so will you come to the office when you're done reading it?

"Okay."

Donashel made the choice of leaving her daughter in the margins because of her position as a borderline uncle, but she was not in a weak mood. I cared about my dear daughter, and on this triumph from reinforcements, I deposited a fair amount of gifts for my daughter with the casseroles.

Costumes, ornaments, ingredients, etc. A few of them are also a tribute to the Knight's House that we keep.

In order to read the letter in an invisible place, Liquorice returns to the room she is given as her room. Pais, who dropped it off, headed to the office one foot away.

I think there is going to be some post-war processing, and it has been a bit of a hassle, but it is also an important job.

The next lord's entry into the room made the office he was bothering to quiet for a moment. Inside the room, we start Shiites, and we have all our squire. Nicolo is the only valuable internal affairs system, so he is not here because the escort is also in the process of ex-post processing about casserole.

"Boy, it's late."

"I'm still in as much of a hurry as I can."

"If you snooze, time will soon pass. I also want you to be the one who waits. I don't have a place for you."

"Then it's up to the Shiites to find a good woman soon, too. How far is the story going?

As soon as I entered the office, the conversation began with the interlocutory of the chief servants.

The subject matter is about post-war processing.

"As Bo knows, this battle also ended in a skirmish. But the Lutroot army didn't pull the soldiers completely."

"Say?

Pais' question was answered by Koanthro, a heavy town after Shiites. He is Marc's father.

"I'm talking about retreating soldiers into my own territory and then soliciting reinforcements from the surrounding territories..."

"Absolutely, I won't punish you. You can also tell that Uncle Fuberlek is disgusted by the skirmishes."

"I agree about that, but as far as we've checked the situation, the other side will have a strong view that we can't move for another month. And then everyone here agrees."

"I'm positive about that, too. In the course of that month, you'll see each other get in shape."

It is because of the Fuberlek and Lutroot Border Uncle families that these skirmishes have been kept up for generations.

It is not impossible for Pace to be disturbed, but we are serious.

"By the way, son, have you heard why the Admiral stayed with Uncle Borderline?

I hear you're negotiating.

"Negotiate?"

"I was breathing when I showed him my painful eyes to the Baron Lunsbadge family who stuck his hand in our purse. I didn't truce, so the war isn't over yet."

"I see, in the name that it is still a time of war, and with the track record of being handled, are you hungry to turn the bill after being ?"

"We bought and beat our goats because of wartime supplies. Even if we bought supplies and livestock for the baron the same way and they turned that bump around, that would be chara, wouldn't it? Well, you deserve it."

"At any rate, it would be helpful to negotiate elsewhere if you could give it back twice as much and keep it calm."

It's natural for a family owner to do it back if they do it.

Negotiations often escalate demands if you don't stab nails at unscrupulous demands.

The meeting on the spot came together after a detailed status check had been made, saying that the ruling matters would be done after the lord had returned.

Because I had the thought that I would have a lot of time until the lord came back.

However, even as a negotiator (negociator) on the boulder, Casserole seemed to be practicing, and it wasn't long before Pace returned that the negotiations had come together. There's nothing more to it than being stunned at the end of the meeting.

It is the long-time dating facade, headed by my son, that allows me to associate with my father's ability to act.

Pais's role as a magic tank carrying a large quantity of “luggage” after the conclusion of the negotiations was one of the feathers of returning with his father to the Borderlands.

"Oh, my God, you're in the mood for a haulier."

"You won't have a choice. I can't believe you can transcribe someone else's magic. Besides, I usually hide that I can carry a lot of luggage, which makes it a more convenient card."

Along with the various “luggage“, the whole village became fussy when Pais and Casserole returned to the Mortairn territory of Zarsden.

In particular, Ventriloquist Shiites blurted from the bottom of his heart in an unscrupulous manner with no shards of reluctance.

Anyway, on top of the large quantities, there are things that have been carried.

"Admiral, what is this?

"That's the supplies the Baron had for the Borderline House. We took it at a" fair price ”. War costs money."

"Whatever it is, it will be too much..."

What was in front of Shiites.

A herd of about a hundred goats. And he was a fine “military horse” of five.

A military horse is a term that collectively refers to a horse who has been taught to honestly listen to the rider's orders, even on the battlefield. Not to be surprised by the loud noise, a horse taught not to be afraid of fire, or to be vigilant at night, the price of which is quite high. When it comes to the lowest price for one house at a time, we know how high it is.

Because the quality depends on the temperament you were born with, and the instruction is very laborious, it takes a lot of money if you want to procure a military horse with the corresponding level, and it's not something you get where only the money is piled up in the first place.

This is the kind of situation in which each aristocrat is waiting in order, even in the famous Fuberlek Borderland Berg Territory as a region of famous horses.

"From the time of the pony, the example baron family seemed to have paid for the advance. It seems there are many connections to the historic old house, and they take care of the look. Nevertheless, it's good to have a good horse. This is not the chance for such a grainy good horse to get it. It was during the final adjustment before shipping, but the hairs and physique were good, and they must have taken a lot of time to grow it."

"Admiral, you are a man..."

"It was over there that I vandalized through the basket first, because it was a time of war. There is also a pre construction that I didn't stop because I needed a horse to rush to the battlefield. First, we just did it again. By the way, it was Pais who wanted this horse or goat, and it was our son who put the negotiations together. He was wrapping up negotiations directly with His Excellency Uncle Borderline. I just negotiated a fine number."

"I didn't hear that story, though. It's a total headache... so where did your killer run off to?"

A prank boy with a reputation for the speed of escape.

When his father started talking to Shiites, he already had his luggage taken downstairs and ran to the back of the mansion.

"Oh, my God, he must have run off to the playground."

"Is that a sermon later?"

Shiites and Casserole sighed together.

Behind the mansion around that time.

When Shiites and Casserole were having a headache in the future, Pais and the others were already moving very seldom.

On the spot are the usual hungry members, headed by the next lord.

"Hey, is this the guy called the juicer? You're pretty big."

"I looked up the smallest one I could, but it was splendid in there, wasn't it?

"Does Pace know how to use this?

"Whatever. The structure is simple, and if you look at it, you know how it works. All you have to do is put the sugar corn stem in the part here and turn this part. The more you turn it, the lower the plate, the more you push it and squeeze it."

"You're going to need some power to turn it around."

"It seems to stick a horizontal bar in this area to secure it and make it a handshake. If you have a long stick, it will be easier."

The juicing machine where the paste has been caught from the borderline uncle is a simple one that adopts a pressing method called vertical or screwed. It originally developed from a juicing method where the grapes in the table were stepped on with a foot, so that instead of stepping on it, the rod was lowered by turning the screw, and a mechanism was put under pressure on the plate surface fixed to the rod to squeeze the contents. It is the oldest, trusted and proven method of juicing.

A sturdy stick with a spiral groove stretches over it, even in interesting shapes for the unfamiliar.

"Let's give it a try"

"I don't have much left of the prototype anymore, so I can't afford to try it. You can try it with something else… we can confirm that it is working well in the grapes, so let's go to production all of a sudden"

"Say yes!!

Unlike Pace's prototyped tamarind formula, the screw formula is above all good to be able to take up less space.

If the kids turn the stick hard enough, try to match it and the jowery and juice stain out.

"Yikes, Yikes, Yikes!!

"Let it go, Marc. Be quiet."

"It's temper, temper. So!!

A lively juicing process occurs, and a considerable amount of juice (juice) accumulates in the prepared lavatory. Still the last squeeze and a boy and girl who eat up their teeth and keep pushing.

"No more, limit"

"Me, too."

Marc and Lumi also ran out of strength when they squeezed to the point where they couldn't move any further.

It was something I tried to stomp on and keep putting my strength into it, so my hands are tingling, my feet are clammy, my sweat makes me sticky, and I'm already a helo.

And one, only Pais was nicotine.

"Thank you both for your hard work. Again, something with a proven track record is different. The efficiency of squeezing is out of step."

"Well, I'm glad you did."

"Marc, by the way"

"Hmm?"

Marc, rolling on his back to the ground and roughing his breath, answers carefree. I'm pretty tired, so it's a hundred million dollars to talk.

"I forgot the container to put the squeezed juice in. We should have prepared a small barrel, so look around the barn."

"Ugh, now? Let me rest a little longer."

"That being said, we have to return Tarai before Utah can use it."

What Pais cares about is Lumi's mother.

Cookware in clothing, vegetables and agricultural equipment. I need tarai when washing these. I can't use water like a flush wash, so I use the accumulated water carefully.

And in the limited mortarn territory of the water, the order and time of use of the wells is also determined, and even then, without Tarai, it becomes a very annoying feather.

At that time, it is common for all three evil children to be angry.

"I'm glad you brought it as quickly as you could,"

"People are rough, damn it"

Whilst complaining about bumps, Marc walks out toward the barn. I don't have enough energy to run to the boulder, so I'm trying to make that foothold seem heavier than usual.

Pais, who dropped off his best friend's boy, now turns to the juicer.

So, I see the sight of raising the familiarity.

"Lumi, I will not tolerate stuffing!!

"Uh-huh!! I didn't. I'm not thinking of just tasting it!!

Pais stabbed the nail at Lumi, who was sneaking closer to Tarai.

Vikri and surprised Lumi make excuses in a hurry.

"Absolutely, you've always been told to cure that meal."

"Taste is important, huh? Maybe he's failing."

"I knew you were trying to stumble on me.

"Oh, shit."

Lumi looking like a bum. At first glance there is a girly look to the atmosphere that seems to reflect on, but Pace knows. That Lumi doesn't reflect at all when he's looking at this face.

"Look, that's it. There's no way you don't look at anything near you."

"Lumi wants to treat me like a poison, even if I made it myself?

"Oh, well, I missed the taste before."

"That's Lumi's fault."

"Ugh."

While Lumi is desperately making excuses, Marc comes back with a barrel.

"Pais, I brought the barrel. Later, Uncle Shiites sent a message."

"From Shiites? What is it?"

"I hear your wife is calling for you. Your wife said to come to your room."

"I kind of have a pretty bad feeling there...... I can't help it. Transfer this juice into a barrel and set aside. After that, keep it in the usual place in the barn. You can't leave it in the sun, and it's an important experiment. Later, I want to precipitate the impurities and try the impurity removal process."

Making sugar is a laborious thing. Simply boiling the juice can do something that looks like a sweet sugar solution, but it doesn't make sugar. Crystallization is inhibited if various impurities are not removed, such as fine fibers or mollusc skin.

It is also used if you want to use it as a syrup, but if you want to make sugar it still takes a lot of work.

"Neither Marc nor Lumi should try to get stuck by saying something about tasting it. It's juice, so would you like a pinch?

"Ugh, I won't."

"Yes, I won't"

Marc and Lumi, whilst saying they won't do it with their mouths, turn away slightly.

I had to stab the nail to keep it in mind here, and Pace went back to the mansion, saying goodbye.

Returning to the mansion, Pais first shows his face to the Shiites before heading to his mother's room.

For the first time, it is the form of keeping the extra lady, and the consideration of not approaching the women's room is given, but because she was called, there is no choice.

When he arrives in front of his mother's room, Pace knocks on the door. Unlike the office room on a boulder, I don't imitate that it enters at the same time as a knock.

"Mother, it's a pastry. I asked for you."

"Oh, that was fast, Pais. Please come in."

The room is less decorative. It is extremely recent that we have been able to afford life, and we have just been able to create a new hall itself, which is still short of stuff.

The only thing that stands out in a room that can be described as a killer landscape is the costume shelf. There are several costumes arranged in boxes that are higher than the back length of a person so that they can be hung. Hangers for hanging, by the way, are handmade by children, including Pais and Josephine.

Upon entering the room, Pace is surprised by the high population density.

Mother, sister, and Liquorice and samurai Caela. This is the situation where the majority of the women currently in the Mortairn family are gathered. Of the mansions where only the number of rooms is wasted, it is usually about the cafeteria or the office where people gather so far.

"Liquorice was here, too, wasn't she? Have you finished reading your letter?

"Mr. Pais."

To my fiancée's visit, Liquorice shines her face all the time. And the mother and sister stare at the condition with a very good smile.

Pace deliberately takes those two wild horse guts round out of consciousness.

"Actually, I was talking to you about the contents of the letter."

"Consultation?"

"They have business to go to your sister in Wangdu at the end of the summer, but I was worried about what happened to your costume at that time. Your father sent me a costume that seems a little off the subject."

For women, the good and bad costume at the monument is very important. The contents of good and bad are required to be in accordance with the format, to be as ceremonial, not to imitate others, to attract oneself more beautifully, to show nobility and affluence, etc.

If you are a man, it is acceptable to wear clothes according to ceremonies and formats, even if the design is slightly similar to others. If it's a military courtesy, it's better.

However, in the case of women, a sense of not suffering with others is required based on the epidemic.

Among other things, a high-ranking nobleman's courtier, who should be able to have more options, would be laughed at if he were in a costume similar to others. It is often aristocratic women who suffer from the choice of clothing.

Anise also faces Pais in trouble and so on.

"So I gathered all my souvenir costumes and our clothes here, but I can't help it."

Originally, the clothes for women in the Mortairn family were those of the Knight Jazz Lady and the Knight Jazz Lady. It's the most tailored thing, baroness clothes. From the fabric used to the sewing method, everything is different from the clothes of Miss Borderline Burger.

"Ultimately, we talked about having to tailor a new costume..."

"But?"

"There's no professional tailor in our territory, and as long as you showed me your souvenir clothes, it's going to be hard to get the same level of clothing in our house. I have money for cloth purchases, but you can't buy anything you don't have."

"I can't help it."

There has been a shortage of people of the kind who can be called craftsmen on something because they originally started out with all the pioneering people. That's the same about garment makers, and it's pretty hard to tailor clothes in Mortairn territory.

Courtesy clothes, for example, sometimes take a few days to half a month to get out of town and ask for tailoring there.

"So I asked Pais for a favor, but I want you to go with Casserole to town and order clothes tailored to Liquorice's size. As long as it's roughly tailored, we can adjust it fine."

"Me, sir? Isn't Father enough?

"Oh, you can't do that. Liquorice is also a girl, so she won't want a man to know her body size."

"I'm a man, too, right?

"It's fine because I'm your fiancée. Hey, Liquorice."

To Anise's words, Liquorice turned bright red in her face and shyly hid behind her character. I thought I heard a small "it would be good if it was just Mr. Pais," but all I could hear was about Ms Caela.

I can't take Liquorice around someone else's territory more than I keep responsibly. And it cannot be tailored in Mortairn territory. If so, someone has to go to another city and tell them the size and tailor it. Anyone can tell that far.

Furthermore, there was no material to deny even as Payce if it was said that the role of the fiancée was to do so.

It is for the record that the argument that it should be left to the samurai's character was dismissed by her mother and sister in a quick attack.

Two very busy Knights Mortairn and Pais in post-war processing. Since it was a corner, I decided to go to Wangdu's famous shop to ask for tailoring. After that, I will be greeting the Duke's house with a variety of buyouts and postwar reports, and I will be staying in the King's Capital for about two days.

Arrowheads who were relieved that they had finished their short stay, had successfully completed their use and had also perfectly finished ordering Liquorice costumes.

There was a case of pastry falling.