Sweet Reincarnation

"I swung. That's why I was supposed to attend the ball. Pais is with me. By the way, Your Majesty, you have no right of veto because of your immediate death."

"Yes? Father, all of a sudden, I can't see what you mean."

Accommodation closest to the aristocratic district of Wangdu. Luxury Inn, which is used by foreign guests, domestic leaders, and sometimes by your ladies for their secret encounters.

The meeting was to take place in one of its rooms, facing the Mortairn family. Participants include Lord Casserole and his son Pais. And lead diplomat Douglad.

A question-marked Hatena stamp flies over the heads of Pais and Douglad in the sudden proclamation of returning from the castle.

To the voice of his son, who asked for an explanation, one nod and his father speaks.

"Um, actually..."

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"Face up, casserole."

"Ha."

"I'm glad you're doing the same. It's been a long time. Haven't we seen each other like this in ten years? Have you gained a little weight, too?

"I feel the lack of greetings and greetings due to everything. Your Majesty, your health and your victory depend above all on you."

The Royal Palace has rooms so troublesome to count.

Many of them are private rooms of the King's family and rarely enter, except for samurai, maids, or guard guards.

Other than that, there are several rooms reserved to meet people, each distinguished by differences in format.

The tallest room is among the Golden Dragons. It is a room used for crowning ceremonies of kings and royal crowning marriages, and only nobles above the baron rank are allowed into this room.

Or during the Blue Wolf. It is quite large because it is used as a social place sometimes in foreign royalty and in the rooms reserved for entertaining the heavy towns of the country. This room is not allowed to enter anything other than nobility.

Or between the white rabbits. This is a place where even civilians can enter with special permission, when merchants sell things, or when they receive noble descendants without titles.

There are other rooms where only women are allowed to enter, or vice versa where only men are allowed to enter. It is often a room where minors are prohibited from entering, or a room with different permissions for each position.

The room where the king is now called the Green Dragon. Primarily, it is a room used to meet domestic nobles, and it is easy to escort for small groups of people.

Humans who have entered this room are to the extent that they can be counted by a finger fold, because they are used as a room to call something trustworthy to the king.

Inside the room there was an elliptical table with a few chairs, but that was also the proof left that this room was for relaxation.

In that room, a great man is kneeling. casserole-mil-mortern. My maiden name is Benier. I am now Lord of Mortairn and the first Mortairn family owner.

Just sit down, and sit in your chair after the knight confirms the king's seat to the king's words.

At the side of the king, the Marquis of Siebert refrains from standing. On this occasion, the Marquis is nothing but an assistant. As a formality, it will be a concurrent escort role, but we should not expect skill in the middle age, which is about to reach senior age. In the first place, casserole opponents are pointless when they use 10,000 soldiers as escorts.

You wanted to report on the state of governance.

"Well, it's up to you to fulfill the promise you made to His Majesty."

"... that one twenty years ago"

Carrison's eyes were as far away as he could see.

A distant look back at twenty years that were turbulent times.

The King recalls.

Twenty-one years ago now to count.

During the crisis of the kingdom's survival, there was also the Casserole Struggle Medal, which at the time was joining the battle as a knight jazz squire, which took off its predicament.

An unparalleled grand medal. As for the post-war treatment of casserole, the debate was disputed because it was unparalleled and showed no signs of cohesion.

Above the uncertain power base of the post-war period, even the First Prince cannot ignore the authorities under the old system, and we cannot shatter their rights. Or you can't treat those who actually have a handle on it cold.

At the time, Carison was thinking of second-floor extraordinary quasi-barrow positions for casserole or, in a nutshell, a baron medal, but under the circumstances at the time, there was no extra land commensurate with quasi-barrow positions or barons. That is the only thing but a certain Mortairn territory that is large.

The opposition was deeply rooted when it came to pushing impossibility and giving Caserol a land commensurate with the Baron position, it could also cut someone's territory. Among other things, the rebellion of the traditional aristocrats, who showed a hostile attitude towards Prince Carrison and took sides with later palm returns, was radical, and if pushed through poorly, there was also a situation of concern about renewed civil unrest. In such cases, political considerations will be required.

Also, assuming we gave it a corresponding territory, we are still uncertain about the power of Casserole as a lord. The fact that it was unknown was also turned into an objection material.

As an individual's martial arts, he is certainly unmatched. However, even though we have to protect the territorial people, we know what we can do individually. I was wondering if it would be hospitality to suddenly give a great territory or a high title to something whose power as a lord I don't know.

The opinion did include a muscular logic. In the rough midst of the war, there were circumstances in which we wanted an area of some size to stabilize early.

This is the main reason why the land to be given to the casserole was made Mortaire territory and the title was made a knightly title commensurate with it. The prince mourned his powerlessness as well as his inability to give himself a status commensurate with his achievements.

So Casserole-Benier and Prince Carrison promised.

Sooner or later, as a territorial nobleman full of casseroles, when he gained a track record of enriching the territory and showing it. When Casserole thought she could put her chest up and report it to the Prince. When Mortairn territory gives off a shine that is just not inferior to anything else.

At that time, no matter how many decades later it will be, I will give you the reward again.

There was nothing left in the official documents, it was a man and man promise.

"Your Majesty, as promised at that time, I will report with my chest open. In the last fiscal year, Mortarn territory became the management of the black deficit. I also felt confident that I could continue to develop it. As Your Majesty's minister, it depends on your complacency that you were able to be shameless."

"Right...... um, right!!

Full of joy. Carison's face, which became exactly the color of joy, was somewhere to make the boy feel funny.

Originally, this kind of joy and sorrow is what I would call a king to hide, and Marquis Siebert and others laugh bitterly at the joy that could not be hidden even in an attempt to hide it.

As some say true friends can only be seen in times of distress, it is the knights of the same generation who have become the best salvation for Carrison when he himself was the most distressed. His knight's proud feat is also a proud feat for the king.

"Tell me more. I know about that land, too. How did you rule that land? It's often helpful to others."

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Besides, anyone who is aristocratic will know that they hide the true meaning of not covering up anything that sounds interesting. The king was making his eyes suck and showing curiosity like a child in front of a toy or a confectioner in front of a treat.

"I want to hear it first. I have heard that we have succeeded in increasing food production by reducing the production of wheat and instead making beans. I've started here lately, and I hear you're getting results. Where did you come up with that?

"I have it for my son"

"Son, what did you come up with when you were a very old kid?"

"No, I didn't look at my son and come up with it. My son taught me. My son is a genius who is invincible to me and others. They made their own fields behind the house, where they made beans to prove that the land was fattening. I succeeded in increasing food production by teaching it and putting it into practice. It was also a by-product, but the bean shrub could be used as a replacement for firewood, thus saving fuel imports"

"Huh, your son...? You look like an unusual son."

"He's my proud son."

Ghost knight, neck hunter, hero of the war, divine immortality, best escape, southern fingerfold loving wife. There are many nicknames called by reference to casserole, but the alias "the greatest protégé of the kingdom of God” is also true. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to criticize my son very seriously, but from around me, he looks like an oversized pro idiot. There's a line of "words of praise" that I don't think will roughly honor my child, so I guess that's natural too.

Sigh leaked, is it Carrison or Marquis Siebert? Or maybe both.

"... well, there would have been other problems. Did you solve the water problem?

"Yes, roughly resolved."

"Well, how did you do that? Did you even find a way to make it rain?"

"The method we have adopted is not such a bizarre but an extremely standard solution. We have responded by creating a larger reservoir"

In the Kingdom of God, there are many other lands besides Mortarn territory that suffer from water shortages.

Lord Chihuahua territory, which is a very wealthy land because of its mines, but tends to lack water for mountains. It is an island of that size, and although the neighborhood is a rich fishing area, Gongoi Island, an enclave of Uncle Ratesh territory with low island altitudes and no rivers. A typical example would be Baron Pappeno's territory, where salt water springs up when digging wells due to the proximity of the sea.

Measures for solutions were conceived for each land, but in many cases measures have been adopted to store water, such as when it rains, and to use it when necessary. Outside Mortarn territory, rainfall is also average.

Conversely, even the most common measures in Mortarn territory were difficult to take. At least until now.

"In that less rainy land? Come on. It would have turned out to be huge. I can't imagine how much money, time and manpower it took. Everything all right?

"Thanks to my son, I'm fine."

"Is that magic? I'm sure your son had a good report that magic could be used. What kind of magic?

"You can imagine that it's because of my son's magic, but it's magic that only he knows more. It's hard to say from my mouth, and I'd like to take a separate opportunity."

"Right. Well, I'm not forced to ask. The magic is something to hide."

"Ha."

What Casserole said about his son's magical content is a lie if you say you don't care.

Whether it was Marquis Siebert or Carison, we had information that his (or his) son could use magic. I was also aware of the rumor that the magic content was probably painting magic, which correspondingly was highly probable information. More than that, his boy himself is definitely the first to just actively sell in the social world in that regard.

However, it has not been said that only the person will know what can and cannot be done. If you don't know it, you can't pursue it, so you just have to put that and the story aside.

Only the Marquis wrote down “to investigate at a later date” on a small tablet for himself.

"Uhm. Nevertheless, you mean you got a purpose in food and water issues? What's going on with the wood? Bean trees alone will be known. I don't know if it's gonna be building materials."

"With the cooperation of His Excellency the Duke and his son, we have also found trees that grow in the wasteland. The plan is to become a forest around the reservoir, and we're digesting our plans."

"Well...... oh, I remember. Rumor has it, Baro."

"Yes. My son called me Nicea Cassia. It's as rumored, and it's going to help."

In the Kingdom of God, the tree Pais calls Harienge is called the Evil Tree (Baro), and there is a tide that has been repelled. This is because the high environmental adaptive capacity of this tree means the ability to expel useful trees.

Harienge, also known as Nicea cassia, is a tree that, on its own, is commensurately useful. Woody for coal, the better it is, the stronger it is and the faster it grows. The land also fattens.

But it's not going to be straightforward, long-lasting, unconventional wood like cedar, and it's not like you can pick a yani like a pine. It doesn't feed animals with fruit like a cucumber, it doesn't make them as hard as oaks. It's not easy to eat like a persimmon, and it's not easy to process like a persimmon.

Even as a drawback of the tree itself, it is a toxic plant, with many needle-like thorns, and the dangers cannot be ignored. It is also a tree that, if grown, is liable to fall.

There are many types of trees, such as sesame seeds, which are more useful than nicea cassia. Because it is a plant that could destroy all of it, if ordinary trees were to grow, they would have been called baros and subject to extermination.

Niceacasia is also abhorrent as a miscellaneous tree, as fertile weeds are abhorred in fields, even those like herbs.

When Pais rejoiced when he heard rumors of evil trees, he began casserole and the family of the Mortairn family were told that the wonder of Pais had begun again. It's like a kid who's happy to hear there's weed growing in the field, so I guess that's natural too. Not to mention, let's actively grow weeds, if you say so, it's normal to doubt how smart you are.

Other than Pais, it's only natural that he never thought of growing cluttered trees.

"I didn't know that evil tree could be used. Thinking about things is something I admired too. Calm down and I'll be convinced, but I'm sure it's insane. I'm pretty sure it's different from the rest of us."

"It's an honor."

In fact, the use of barrows is extremely low outside Mortarn territory. It often burns as fuel, but it's something that you prune from when it's mostly small because of how fast it grows. And if it be a deep forest, as it grew in a forest without man, the weak harienge of leafy bushes will soon be doomed to wither without sunshine. It is the sadness of the pioneer plants.

"By the way, my son says there was an alias for this tree, and it's called baldness"

"Well, that's an interesting name."

Carrison looked right next door.

Specifically, around the forehead of the Marquis of Siebert. You noticed that gaze, and the Marquis also tried to stroke his hair for a little volume while dressed as subtlety. Though it seemed to fail.

As Carison watches how it goes, she laughs and urges the casserole ahead.

"Plump. Now, if you hear that, you also know very well that it went black. Let's praise you for often enriching that elusive land. But territorial management would not simply be referred to as a black deficit. If that were all, there would be some objections to the good and bad of the land, even if it was done by all the other bonkers. I guess there's still something out there, huh?

Confidence that we can develop in the future, Casserole said.

That is what this meeting is all about. It just seems to end with a status report, and as a diplomat, third class is a good place.

The blackening of territorial management, is a feat if only in Mortairn territory. That's what many humans thought was impossible.

However, it is not uncommon outside Mortarn territory to do so. Rather, the blackening of territorial management is an extremely common lowest line for territorial nobility. If the deficit continues, the house will be crushed, so only the black place will remain after being eliminated naturally.

There is something about the plus alpha that is not the lowest limit, such as the fact that casserole can stretch your chest.

The King urges the continuation with anticipation, and the Marquis of Siebert is careful not to divulge details and get information.

"As Your Majesty has indicated. In fact, we have recently prototyped something. We intend to move towards that mass production in the future, and with it we want to make it a specialty of Mortairn territory. If this were to happen, we believe that the Emperor could be an irreplaceable land in His Majesty's world."

"Don't you dare. What is a thing?

"It's in booze and sugar"

"Ho ho, that's big again"

Carrison was thrust from the bottom of his heart. After all, I was just wondering if I had found one of the mines in the territory, and it's honest sentiment that I was surprised.

Make it booze, sugar, mortar territory. Instead, look around the kingdom of God so that it can be newly industrialized. That's not true. In that regard, Carison was only to be regarded as a famous man, and he was well aware of it.

Making alcohol seems easy and difficult. Because technology is hidden and knowledge transfer is mainly oral.

Pais doesn't have to know, and the average person doesn't have any knowledge of bacteria or yeast. Starting with the knowledge of how we can do booze, it is also kept secret as to what tools are needed. Only rely on experience.

It is common sense that the wine is made from grapes and wheat to a large extent.

It's just as difficult in modern Japan to ask people to make booze without even looking in books or the Internet. Where all knowledge of brewing and distillation is also absent, making alcohol is an inexorable difficulty.

Sugar, for example, is more difficult than that.

What, what raw materials do you need? What tools do you need? Because it is not known in the country in any way what way it is made.

Some people even think they can be picked from the sea, just like salt. Because it comes from beyond the sea.

Even when importing a product that can be made, it is useless to think about making it.

If normal.

"Your Majesty. I promise you again. In the near future, I will be dedicating the liquor and sugar that we have made in our house. At that time, I just hope Your Majesty will appreciate it."

"... come on, haha"

"Sire?"

With his right hand on his forehead, he turned his surprised (much) face to the king, who glanced lightly but laughed, forehead holding back beside him. Originally, it is the Marquis of Siebert.

The king, after a glimpse of laughter, breathes and faces the casserole again.

"It's funny, isn't it? If you can really do those two things at the casserole place, it is certainly enough to stretch your chest. I didn't expect you to bring that story to a souvenir. It was also worth setting the place up.... I don't know, is that my son's handle, too?

"Master Left. Both were prototyped by my son. I tried it too, but it sure seemed like they were both going to be things"

"I've missed him."

"I am at the extreme of honor"

Carrison has adopted a system of king-pro-government in the Three-Power without a prime minister, a marshal and a head of state, even from about the throne. This was partly due to the instability of the domestic power base, and partly due to the lack of people who could be entrusted with more than their own discretion.

As a king who has struggled, I have always had difficult days of government.

That's why I know. The problem I had with Mortarn territory was not one of cleaning it up in five or ten years. Nonetheless, the casserole is now in front of us.

When he found out that the unnatural Daiyuan was apparently in his son, Carison was greatly intrigued.

"Yes, there is a Lunikis birthday celebration at the end of the summer. It's a ball. Bring your son there."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I'd like you to reconsider that. There is no precedent for involving the son of the knight, even though Sir Mortairn is a meritorious minister of the state, in view of what has been done so far. Your minister will be foolish, but there is a good chance that you will create discord and confusion among your ministers. In particular, we have decided to welcome the dignitaries of the nations, and if you are among them, Your Majesty's name will be taken lightly."

It was the Marquis of Siebert who was surprised by the King's words. As a letter of state, ceremonies and rituals are tasks supervised by themselves. Therefore, as far as ceremonies are concerned, we are in a position to be allowed to give our opinion to the King.

If it is to be the birthday celebration of the prince, it is natural to be opened in the royal castle. Instead of heading out to the mansion under his minister, it is normal to call on his minister.

Even on a scale, it also involves the prestige of the country, and it certainly opens up more than it does to royal authority. Not to mention that it will be a place to dance.

If so, it can only be done between the blue wolves, even considering the format and breadth. It's a place where no one but nobles is allowed in.

If so, pastries that will be treated as unruly in an official social setting should not also be able to be brought as casseroles.

The mantra of the State Scripture is common sense. But Carrison shakes his head.

"That would be a useless worry. Whatever you do, Casserole will do it."

"What?"

"You're blunt about what could also be a state letter. The remainder, as king, acknowledges the merits of Sir Mortairn, who made the remainder a land of abundance. In response to that achievement, I award the Associate Baron of the Kingdom of God. The land to be entrusted will continue to be Mortarn territory."

"Ha ha!!

To the king's words, the scribe bowed his head deeply, and Casserole drooped his neck (Kobe) on both knees on the ground.

Carrison looks down at a friend kneeling in front of himself.

Promise over twenty years. There was unspeakable emotion among the subordinates who fulfilled it.

"The ceremony of the Duke will take place at a later date. I'll leave the details to Siebert, but without a scrutiny clue."

"Ha."

"This would have eliminated the problem. Okay, casserole. Don't forget to bring your son. This is an order."

"I accepted your fate."

Joy, confusion, nostalgia, anxiety and.

Numerous emotions mixed, and Casserole couldn't get up until Carison left the room.

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In a room in a luxury inn, Casserole sighed.

Because just telling the story in one breath seems to bring back tension, and I'm quite tired.

"That's why. That's an honor. Pais may also hear from His Majesty. Don't be a disgraceful copycat, okay?

"Father, there's one big problem."

"Hmm? What?

Pais and Douglad, who were listening, each had a different look on their face.

Douglad has a relieved look. Because I was able to make sure that my first job was done safely, and I didn't think that my next job was going to go out to Royal Castle and talk to the greats.

Pais, by contrast, has a puzzling look. I am in trouble for my future response.

Casserole, who knows a son of good command about all things.

The Knight's Associate Baron once again thinks that there will be no major problems, especially if it is about the ball. Turn it into a sword, turn it into a government, turn it into a negotiation with another realm, and decide this time it won't be a problem just knowing all the things Pais has done without.

This time, however, you will know that the decision was an error.

I can't dance.

"What?"

"I don't know how to dance. I've never learned that before."

Pace's words were, it was an oversized bomb.