Sweet Reincarnation

He who is in a privileged position in the Kingdom of the God of Plowlich. He who stands supreme.

It refers to only one person in secularity.

A king who counts the thirteenth generation in the history of the Kingdom of God. Carison-Pektarev-Hazbnois-Mill-Laud-Plowlich I'm talking about that person.

About twenty years ago, I took the lead myself, commanding the army to defend the country, and in contemporary times, putting the stability of the country first and increasing the power of the country. It should be said that its governance is precisely a sign of good governance.

Mitsuhito is still in his mid-thirties.

Red copper hair is vibrant as it stands for vitality itself and is born with something more eye-catching than anyone else. Native charisma.

Now was the time to work, and he was still in politics today.

"Your Majesty, I've been asked to see you from a rare place, will you look through?

"If that's what you are, I guess you should see it. I don't mind, give it to me."

"Ha."

Beside the king is Baldassare-Paigello-Mill Siebert, the State Scripture.

He is the head of the Marquis Siebert family and head of the internal affairs aristocracy. It is a problem for him that the forehead area has been spreading a little lately, but he was known around as a competent civilian.

His power is also quite great just to put the majority of civil affairs under his jurisdiction, but it is up to the King to use him heavily for the first time in his work. He has a reputation for his concern to wear slight and fine clothes and for his attitude of assisting in government with careful under-preparedness, and, with the exception of his struggle, which is a little worrying, he is unquestionable in excellence.

"Well, that's definitely unusual. A visit from Casserole's office? It's a name that doesn't even see the names of the people who use it. Until now, I've been dropping by a peeper."

"Yes, by the way, I would like to report to Your Majesty on the subject of the interview. You can't ignore an endorser if he's got all sorts of faces, including Uncle Ratesh."

"Right. Besides, there's no way that guy's gonna come down and use it for a reason. All right, I'll allow the usual response. Where is the user now?"

"The Inn, which Sir Mortairn makes his day to day, is the contact. I thought you might be there."

"What is a city inn? Looks like him, but I want you to care a little more about other people's eyes."

Carrison laughs bitterly. I felt nostalgic and preferred as an individual, although dissatisfied as a king's position, at the condition of the casseroles, who liked rationality as well as disliked vanity. That's why it's a bitter laugh.

Most nobles have houses in the Wang capital. Regardless of whether it is the main residence or the separate residence, almost all nobles are. It was both a right and a glory, and it was for practical use.

There are many people who want to live in the Wang capital, and even if they admit it all, there will be people overflowing the Wang capital. If people get more disorderly, that's all the more problems, so that something of some status can have a home as a priority.

A certain order is maintained, especially in the aristocratic district close to the royal castle. Conversely, it can also be said that it is the prerogative of the nobility to have a house built here because it cannot be built on its own.

There are aspects of these as rights, as well as practical aspects for those who have jobs in the King's Capital and those who have many opportunities to go out. The size of the Wang capital is large and cumbersome enough to take a whole day or more if you walk from end to end. How convenient it is to have a home close to the royal castle.

Or symbols. Sometimes it means to look good.

Especially if you are an aristocrat, you need accommodation in a format that corresponds to what you see as a narrow (misubo) outfit and attitude because it involves authority. If you want to look as good as you like, it's best to have it in front of you.

For these reasons the aristocrats want to have a house in the King's capital.

Apart from the common sense of such a natural aristocrat, there are also very few aristocrats who do not have a house in the King's capital.

Though he was taken up as a nobleman in honor of his earlier wars, he is an emerging nobleman not loose enough to build a separate mansion in the Wang capital. They have not built a house for financial or physical reasons, even if they want to build one in the King's Capital.

Casserole has also been placed in this category of weak emerging aristocrats for once, but in the case of his knight Sir, he has not built it for the reason that he does not need to use the mansion, even if the money to build it is hypothetical. Whatever you need, you can fly home, so if you have a home in your territory, that's all you need.

"Sir Mortairn will be revealed as a noble knight. However, the minister wonders what it would be like to stay in the Inn of Ichii, where many fearful things are listed in noble positions under His Majesty's name."

"Fine. I know what you're saying, but he can use [instant travel]. I can't tell a boulder to have something I don't need at all, and it's not from the kind of muscle I give. Hit me and I'll get back to you."

"Ha, as you wish. So, what about contacting the user?

"Tell Casserole to call the castle. The time is... right, the morning after tomorrow would be good. There is no need to prepare meals. He doesn't have any extra long stories."

"Ha ha."

Following the instructions, the servant immediately ran, and a report was delivered to a room in the inn of the king's capital.

It is a subpoena from the King and a permission to climb the royal castle.

To enter the castle, which is also the residence of the king, there are also strict checks, and no one below the rank of associate baron can enter the royal castle without this permission to climb. In addition, if you are in a lower rank than the Duke, you may qualify (just) your role and reason for climbing to the security person if necessary.

The difference in identity is dealt with so harshly, but if you think about it, the casserole that was allowed to climb the castle two days later is unlikely to be more generous as a knighthood.

Douglad, contacted at the inn, once again sighed at the magnitude of the matter, including this generosity.

Even in the city, in a luxury inn with a finger fold, a sigh so big that it doesn't suit you.

"Huh, it doesn't matter what you think about my first job being this. There's more to it than letting newcomers do their use for the royal castle. Courtesy will knock you in, you'll have to deliver a letter with a shrinking heart surrounded by a Kingsguard. I have to go through the painful process. That's why it's so expensive. I don't like it at all."

"Come on, stop fucking around. It's going to make me feel worse."

In addition to Douglad, there was Pais in the lodge with the title of acting lord.

Because he was a transporter this time. Plus, with [instant travel] without casserole.

It is of course NO when it comes to whether Pais will at last scatter about being able to transcribe magic. It is of the utmost confidentiality in that regard.

But since it becomes so convenient and unsolicited that Pace himself remains hidden from his squire that he can use instantaneous mobility, this time he made up a good reason: "Casserole can lend the magic of transition to a dark, blood-connected wizard". Only three people know it's a big lie: Casserole, Shiites and Pais.

There is a difference in what magic can be done by individuals, and using a wide variety of conditions and indiscriminateness, we decided that only Pace can lend "casserole” magic.

Moreover, it has been discovered since the Sacred Separation Rite of Pais.

The reason is that monkeys are also a good place, but it is only for the record that there was a casserole decision that the reason is appropriate and good because it presupposes hiding it.

Speaking of now, but nevertheless without making it public, the desire to hide as much as possible is such that this superficial task is to be carried out solely by Douglad. Correctly, only greetings are made by Casserole, who is allowed to climb the castle, and after greetings to His Majesty the King, he should have the kind of hand to fill the fine chores with Douglad and Pais.

"In the meantime, I'll get in touch with your father. Douglad should respond to the subpoena and gather information in the Wang capital if it's over. In particular, focus on how the faction's power relationship has changed since the engagement disturbance."

"Okay. When will you return?

"I'll be back when I tell your father about the call from the castle. Oh, and don't forget your self esteem as your father sticks to climb the castle the morning after tomorrow. You can't go inside the castle, but you'll have to drop your men off."

"Accepted"

"Well, good to see you later"

Put a word short and the next lord disappears in [instant travel]. There is this magic as a strength of Mortairn territory that cannot otherwise be imitated if it were meant to be, but it is strange because carriage, horse, or movement on foot seems to be the culprit of hard work, the totalification of evil, to a common sense squire. Convenience would be one example of not reducing work.

After Pais left the inn, Douglad fell asleep on his back to the bed.

Luxury Inn fuzzy bed. A reputable bunk with plenty of feather-like futons and futons made of cotton at all costs, making it ideal for sleeping.

He boils again as he sinks his body into the futon.

"My salary is good, my buddies are just good guys, my boss trusts me, and he duly appreciates my strengths. I know it's a good place to work, but I don't care what you think, it's too much work..."

Mortaire Territory squire.

All of them have "too many jobs” in common.

Even though there is no choice but to be understaffed if it is an emerging territory, there is always no indication that there will be less work per person because more people will be working from the end of the increase. It's more about more.

When it comes to where the cause is, it sticks to one boy, but it is already in the realm of giving up among those who were the Lord.

"If this is the case, I should have taken care of goats and chickens, like Slavomir. That would allow you to relax without this kind of struggle. Or if it's just a good job with a gold account, like Nicolo's, there won't be any annoyance with people. I knew I had the wrong job. I'm sure it's rewarding..."

Wheat on other people's lands may well bear fruit, as there is the word that the flowers next door are red, it is the heart of man that seems to be better in the situation of others than in his own.

Douglad, entrusted with foreign affairs in general, wonders if he is carrying out the most excessive labour, whether that is what all the servants of Mortairn territory think.

Douglad wakes himself up, even though he is a voyage, and sits in front of a table by the bed.

Work needs to switch feelings with work and write letters. A letter informing him that he had received the news from the user and that he had accepted the ascent the day after tomorrow.

This letter also has the unique hardships of a foreign service position. Interaction between nobles is the main task of foreign affairs, but there are so many forms in which this exchange of hands may seem unnecessary at first sight. Familiarity with it is the only foreign affairs.

This letter, for example. First he writes a long sacrament glorifying God and the Spirit, then he lines up a beauty phrase glorifying His Majesty the King's world, and even more so with a narrowing of wisdom so that he does not suffer from others as much as he can with seasonal greetings.

I will also put the relevant story as a pretence before the subject and write down my words of thanks to you for reading this letter.

After doing so, spell out a reply to the effect that only two lines of acceptance are at stake.

It's a really ridiculous and seemingly ridiculous format, but it's also true that losing the decorations and two lines of reply is too cynical.

Without the sacrament he would be considered a disbelieving heretic, without the king's praise he would be considered a disloyal treacherous, and without the seasonal greeting he would be more prone to the trouble of switching and tardiness because he did not know when he had written it. Even if you feel like an idiot, it is the form of this hand that will be the problem without it.

Three letters in all. All have the same contents, one copy of which is kept on hand for storage written on a wooden board. The other two are for the affidavit of ministry and for His Majesty the King.

Writing letters was surprisingly time-consuming, and by the time I wrote up the three copies, Pais had returned to the Wang Capital after completing a single report.

"You were writing a letter. What do you say, have you finished writing?

"It's almost over"

"Really, thank you. Oh, yeah, I'm just gonna go shopping."

"What are you going to buy?

"You hear what I understand. Ingredients for both treats. Isn't that obvious?"

"Only a young man would want to go buy something like that...... it would be helpful to have ink and parchment bought in at last"

Pais leaves the room waving his hand behind his back instead of responding with an acknowledgement. I ran straight into the hustle and bustle of the city.

It is impossible for noble children not to wear escorts either, even though they wanted to.

"Kids are innocent and good. I want to go back to my kids, too."

Without the presence of a Lords' deputy, a squire with an indescribable appearance becomes obsessed with his work.

Reinforce shoulder stiffness by delivering the completed letter of reply to the castle with your own feet, and further head out to greet the blind noble mansion with its feet, while at the same time trying to gather information, softening your nerves to make explorations and demands from the other party.

Foreign affairs means that the majority of our work involves people and intelligence gathering.

When Douglad returned to the inn, weeping for the kind of blackness that seemed overworked to anyone. There was also a return of some kinds of fruit and a paice that bought in large quantities of miscellaneous ingredients that were not well understood.

The look of a boy writing hard, smelling something yellow.

"Young lady, what the hell is that?

"Come on?"

"Ah. Did you buy it without knowing what it was?

"I note the name on the wooden board, but I'll look into the details. In the meantime, I bought something that I had never seen in Mortarn territory from one end of my eye. There's so much more about what it tastes like, what it smells like. You can't use it for confectionery ingredients unless you know it. That's right... I'll even name it Lemon for convenience"

The oddity of a boy with blue silver hair has not begun just now.

I had heard that in the story, but Douglad finally came to realize it. I ignored Pace's strange behavior and went on to talk.

"Whether you like lemon or lumon. So, as the young man instructed, I've been collecting information. What a chaotic situation."

"Well, let me ask you more."

Serving the yellow fruit, Pais now also talks as he strokes the orange citrus.

"The military seems to be dominating the Duke. Some of them seem to have resented it, but after the kidnapping earlier, there was a search for other factions in the name of the solemn discipline? A significant number of people have been deprived of their jobs because of corruption, immorality, or disqualification."

"That's how much that guy would do. They must be buying grudges."

"Yes, and, contrary to the military, the foreign and internal affairs systems seem to be coming together in the anti-Kadreček duke"

"Neither, you wouldn't be close to the army originally. There are many parts of it that you can't help."

The chief of the Trinity has something to do with each other.

For example, when a new development of agricultural land is oriented as an internal affair, an army force is needed for escorts, extermination of demons, etc.

Or when exerting pressure on nobles in other countries in foreign affairs, it is not uncommon to use the power of the military as a background, and it is a common story to use the economic field of internal affairs as a tool for diplomacy.

Sankoku has a lot to help each other with.

However, where such cooperation should take place, mutual interests sometimes conflict.

It is usual for internal affairs financial instruments and others to want to reduce military spending, and every time a diplomat wants to use the transfer of interests in domestic industry as a card for diplomacy.

It's not natural to secure an interest within each job title, but it's a common story to quarrel with other jobs with that. This is why, in order not to be unduly encroached upon by positions and interests, we need to build factions and increase our bargaining power in times of need, clustered together in some near-ranking human beings.

Regardless, we don't fight ostensibly, and often a piece comes with some sort of profit discount, but it can be said that it is a well-known fact that people in the military and other people are not close.

Douglad glances at Pais while making a report.

Still a shallow newcomer in the service of the Mortairn family, he is still impressed with the resourcefulness of Pais, whom he heard rumors about. I realize that it is amazing that I have been able to talk to myself normally after years of experience in foreign affairs.

"If the military strengthens the system, that means the rebellion is commensurately great. Nevertheless, the young man seems quite knowledgeable. How about a general foreign service division in Mortairn territory in the future?

"Douglad, I'm only here on behalf of my father. I don't want to be such a pain in the ass if I can. I'm just doing it because I need it to make a calm treat."

"The difference between what a young man looks like and what he contains can be a good tool for foreign affairs. No body."

"I'll help you if you need me...... sooo"

Pais glanced at him as he spoke.

The orange fruit was more intensely sour than the lemon-like fruit, though I thought it might be micaine or orange. When I just find out it's a far fruit from Micah, but it's a harvest, I note the flavor and texture on the wooden board.

"Yeah, well, this is just a rumor."

"What is it?"

"They're going to have a pretty massive ball on the occasion of the prince's birthday celebration. You think the host is the Duke of Kadrecek?"

"... I see. Is that also what Liquorice said about new dresses?

"I don't know. but there were multiple sources of rumors, so I was wondering if it was credible accordingly"

"Well, it would be a thin relationship for us, but you did a good job of looking into it. Thank you very much."

The next lord to labor against his servants. Having seen the sidelines, Douglad wanted to make sure he had this boy at the ball if there was one. For he was such a beautiful face that he seemed to dance. As a diplomat, I thought that the tools available should be used down.

The boy laughs all the time. The grin makes me feel somewhere juvenile.

"Would you like to try this too, Douglad?

"That would be the one you said was sour earlier. I forbid it."

A squire, familiar with the boy's pranksmanship, solidified the gift of fruit.

A squire laughs extra suspiciously at the next lord trying to eat fruit while telling him not to hesitate. The interaction between the two is slight somewhere.

At this time, neither Douglad, nor Pais himself, attached much importance to the rumors.

- Yes, at this time, not yet.