Sweet Reincarnation

In the Kingdom of God, the season that can be called the marriage season is summer.

This is because just this time of year will be what we can call an idle farming season.

If it is an area of US food culture, the agricultural idleness comes together in winter from the end of autumn.

This is a testament to the fact that people in this cultural area have lived with rice, because the rice harvest, which is also the main crop, is in autumn.

In the same way, the wheat harvest time goes from mid-spring to early summer. It is also known as McAutumn, and can be considered the harvesting season for wheat and lime gi, making farmers the busiest.

After that, in many territories rests the land. Until autumn entrance, some land is used as fallow land and for grazing land. Or sprinkle the seeds of summer grain.

The next time you get busy is the season between the summer platter and the end, when the greens are wacky and thriving, this makes you busy.

No matter what the season, you don't have a job, but the peak of your busy schedule is spring and autumn. Boundaries between busy and busy periods for farmers. That's the season of early summer.

Therefore, it will be the perfect time alongside winter to be busy with one of the biggest events of your life: marriage.

"Congratulations"

"Congratulations, sister. You look beautiful."

"Take care of your daughter-in-law!!

A large number of people are now gathered in the village square in the main village of Mortairn territory, in Zarsden.

All men, who were lords from each house, gather together, and surround the three couples. The kids get together and stare at the couple with curiosity and envy.

Everyone gathered throws words of blessing at their mouths because today three couples have been formed in the main village.

Two of them are dowries from outside the main village. When there was banditry in the winter and two other villagers were gathered in the main village, an encounter was born. Blessings and evil are like a strangled rope.

The festivities are a common sight in the less entertaining countryside, and we are still in the middle of another fuss about giving up the village.

"Silently."

It was Casserole-Mil-Morthern, who previously became a sunny associate baron, who delivered the noise with one voice. Stand in front of people with your face as a serious lord.

"The bride and groom go to this"

On a stage-top platform placed toward the edge of the square. Standing on top of it, a simple, handcrafted, mortar-like territory, he utters a stern voice.

Six men and women entered the sight of the lord.

"With the guidance of the Holy God and the Spirit, there are those who have now taken a sunny step here. The encounter is sometimes sudden, sometimes coincidental and sometimes inevitable. The guidance of God and the Spirit is immeasurable to man. On this good day, the edge of the knot, which is celebrated with blessings, is also within your will. Laughing together, supporting each other, encouraging each other, and continuing to walk with happiness for a few years, without forgetting the vows of this day, whether it be fun, painful, happy, sad, sick, healthy, young or old. God bless the new couple!!

In the words of Casserole, a square springs up all over Wa.

Friends and acquaintances around them do not hesitate to give blessings to the newlywed couple. A little girl giving a bouquet of best handmade flowers to the woman who will be the bride, or a boy telling her celebration with a tear bite whether it was one-sided or not.

Or a girl who sends a heartfelt celebration to her neighborhood brother, who grew up like brothers and sisters since she was a little girl, or a boyfriend who slaps her back hard on a friend who's married before herself.

An old man crying that a child who was so small was splendid.

Everyone and he will be a celebration.

"Well, then we'll behave ourselves over there eating. Eat up, people."

"Wow!! I've been waiting."

"Lord, supreme!!

That in the Kingdom of God, the right to authorize marriage to a people is vested in the lord.

This is because it also requires authoritative power to approve the facts of marriage.

For example, suppose that multiple heterosexuals took on one human being, each insisting that he or she was their partner. For a legitimate partner to recognize someone, it will take authority to prescribe it, and for the conflict to be ruled, power will ultimately say things.

Or suppose a bad person let violence or money say something and grab a woman. If they insist that the woman they grabbed be their own wife, there is no one else who can forcefully deny it but a lord of military or coercive power.

And if we rely on the authority and power of the lord in times of need like this, we need the lord to recognize us even when we are getting married.

To create a precedent in which to differ from a marriage recognized by a lord is to disobey the lord.

It is common sense for ordinary people that they cannot marry on their own because it also involves inheritance of property.

The right to authorize this marriage. It is one of the rights that can be considered a privilege of the nobility, also referred to in the vulgar terms as the right of first night, etc. There are many misconceptions about granting permission to a woman's chastity, but there is a society where a man and a woman need permission to go out with each other as a matter of fact.

As a lord, it is decided to take a tax in granting permission to marry because there is no way of serving the people free of charge when they are asked to approve them as the backward shield of the marriage. It might be easy to understand if you think of it as a bureau fee.

Because marriage is not allowed without a certain amount of contribution, there is a rumor that the lord has the right to the first night as a human bending without learning, referring to this as the right to the first night. In Mortaire territory, the marital tax paid is reimbursed to the inhabitants as beverages and dishes from the lords. This is also a policy that Caserol and Pace twisted their heads to reconcile tradition with profit.

Lord's work can be a pain in the ass anyway.

And doing the chores of this hand is inherently an internal affairs business.

Even if the Lords ultimately make judgments and votes, the details before then are that it is the normal routine in any territory for subordinates to do it.

In Mortairn territory, the squire chief took it on his own until about last year. but just because of the circumstances in which I was concerned about overwork, other people are now assigned jobs as well.

The presence of a joint wedding like this one and the behavior of the meal are also included in the chores. Because if not, the people are in trouble, but they don't always have to be lords.

Originally, it also meant administrative experience for the future, which should have been done by Pastry as a Lords proxy.

But now, the figure was not found in the square. If I had been there, I would have caused some disturbance with him. It's obvious, but I feel like I should not have been there. Pastry has a considerable presence in Mortairn territory.

Why is there no next lord? Many people wonder about that.

"Lord, what happened to Master Pastry? I just thought it was something I could come by, but I don't seem to see him."

By the square, one villager asks, scratching the meal of the sieve. Close proximity between the inhabitants and the lords is also a hallmark of Mortairn territory.

"He's now... fighting a tough enemy"

"Huh? Was it a battle somewhere?

"No, you're not."

In the words of a swordswallowing lord, the villager's spoon stops for a moment.

If you hear of a battle, the first thing that floats is a bloody battle with a horrible bandit.

But soon I guess that's not true. Because the words of Casserole contained laughter.

It's a far cry from such a bloody mess, the lord mocks himself.

"What the hell are you fighting?

"We're fighting... a dance"

"Dance?

"Oh. I guess I'm just training hard by now"

Casserole lowered her eyes softly and sympathized with her son.

As his father imagined, at that time, pastry dance lessons were taking place.

However, the location is not in the Mortairn mansion.

It was the mansion of the Bourbon House in Hubarek.

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"One (an), two (dow), three (tha). One, two, three. That's right. Keep going right, stretch your spine, yeah, it's not working. Without distraction."

Alcom, the realm capital of the borderlands of Huberlek. With a population of 15,000 or so, this town is a metropolitan area that is also triple-fingered in the east. There is a castle in this city that stands out first.

It is also used as a lord's hall. Even though it is not as good as the royal castle of the king's capital, numerous rooms were enclosed.

One of several rooms, also used as a private room for the lord's family. Pais was in a place usually used as a lobby.

Dress in a neat extra military uniform and move your body with a serious look.

"Oh, no stopping. Son-in-law, don't move your face there. It's important to move in the opposite direction from your gaze here. When I show you an example, this is how it works. After the movement is over, turn your face upside down all at once. I won't do it like this. From the beginning, then."

If you want to distinguish military and other clothes at a glance, you should see no trousers decorations. The jacket is quite simple from the waist to the bottom, so that the uniform can easily move at times of need. I mean, it's a good outfit for dancing.

Take lightweight steps as you rhythm three beats and occasionally make the turn. The foot flow is aligned with the partner, and the stride is aligned with the movement.

A silver-haired boy came into the lobby as he practiced dancing violently with his fiancé.

He is a Donashel-Mil-Huberlek border uncle, who separated himself from his executive duties.

"Mrs. Ovalchemin, I wonder how your son-in-law is doing"

"Sir, I'm afraid you're going to take your feet all the way."

"That's all right. Seems like you're getting pretty smart from what I see."

Talking to Donashel was a woman in her fifties when she was a year old. Her eyes are sharp and she is putting together the hair that began to mix with gray hair, lightly up, she is Donashel's subordinate, the fine gentleman of the former head of the Obalchemin family. She is the mother of the current head of the Obalchemin family, who holds the position of deputy of a village in the Boundary House of Hubarek.

There are people in this world, including the kingdom of God, who are difficult to find. It is about those who are called human wealth, which takes a long time to grow.

Human beings with special skills such as skilled craftsmen, mercenaries of practice or useful wizards want any lord because demand is extremely high as long as the number is limited. Inevitably, it is extremely difficult to find a new one.

How many of these people do you have? Or how much soil can be grown. Such is also the difference between the rich and the poor in the territory.

One of those specially skilled occupations. Teacher positions are also difficult to find.

At any rate, there are no convenient items such as textbooks and teaching materials sold to the public, and there is no unified educational content available. In pediatric education, where everything becomes a bespoke education, a person who can handle an ad hoc situation can have a lot of deductions anywhere.

Again about social dancing. A taught person is a rather valuable person.

A man who can dance is quite a man if he is a nobleman or a high-ranking squire. But being taught is only a handful of them.

For example, a person who scores eighty or ninety points on a 100-point test and can pass is the same person who knows all the answers and even guesses the intent of the test question and can teach it to others. The difference comes in that you can tell the wrong person what's wrong and why.

There is a difference between knowing the right way and covering the wrong way, including the wrong way. It's the difference between knowing and familiar.

Teachers are required to be familiar with teaching matters.

"My son-in-law is quite muscular. You can extend and move your spine properly, and you have a strong sense of stability in your ankles and posture. How talented or tapped into some other movement from the ground up? Or maybe both."

"I guess so. My son-in-law always thinks that he's different from the others in line. The archery of the sword will be done more carefully than the father is Lord Mortairn, and I know what Madame will say."

Mrs. Ovalchemin is an experienced member of the Royal Palace. Because I was in a position where I had many opportunities to serve in social dance, and because of my taste and enthusiasm, I am a pretty profound person about dance.

Donashel, who knew it from the beginning, was basically a woman who had spoken and called it down with considerable enthusiasm for children who were in their own territory and could not leave their territory.

A woman who has lived this twenty-five years in a dance streak since she met dance after adulthood, so sturdy that when she was younger she was told that Donashel would not even have married her men if she hadn't brokered a match with them.

That's why many godchildren have taught dance from her. Not to mention all the children of the Borderline Uncle, who had also taught the children of the Eastern Territory aristocracy, which could also be called Donashel's faction, if they had the opportunity.

If you are the lord of the president, take some talent with you naturally. It is not clear that the mortarns depend on the Borderline House, and it is the power of fortune that can be relied upon in these troubled times in the first place. Marriage policy was important.

"So, is the son-in-law's dance going to be by the balls hosted by His Royal Highness?

"If that's a question, I can answer no problem. He is a worthy opponent of fast swallowing teachings, so let him try to dance even if he hangs on my pride. Just..."

When Madame finally said it, Pais and Liquorice just finished dancing one of the assignment songs.

Hold each other's hands and decide the last turn (Riverstern) with a smile.

Are you happy to dance with me, Licorice is always a sunny smile.

"Good luck. You both seem to be breathing quite a bit, so I think we should take a break."

"Thank you for your concern"

Liquorice, who was breathing lightly on her shoulders, and Pais to the point of sweating on her forehead. It was clear beside me which was the condition in which my breath rose, but I would give the two a break as a care.

Once in a separate room on the side, with a sidekick maid or squire, you'll have a break of about thirty minutes.

After dropping off two adults who remain young, who moved to the next room, Donashel once again faces Mrs. Ovalchemin.

"So, is there a problem?

"Yes, there is an essential element in dancing in public in the first place. I'm sure your husband knows that."

"Oh."

When dancing social dancing in public, it's a big premise to watch and not be ugly.

The elements mentioned for this purpose include a minimum of being able to dance all the way through, on which a certain standard of costume, posture, companionship and appearance is required to be met.

Costumes that make it simple and easy to move and lack glamour so that you don't fail to make the leap.

An attitude of standing behavior that stretches from lack of confidence and tension and becomes unnatural.

An imbalance between dance partners, such as the level of dance being chiseled away from each other, or obviously one level down to mislead one bad.

Even if the dance itself is okay, as a partner, the appearance limits the person, starting with the obese shape that makes it hard to dance.

These are commonly referred to as "representative failures".

"In the case of my son-in-law, I have a problem with her appearance. All of this is a difficult problem, no matter how much."

"Appearance?"

Donashel tilted his neck. That's because I was surprised to hear there was a problem with Pace's appearance.

His boy is stunning. If there were a hundred of them, ninety-nine would say they were neat faces. Without a doubt in that regard, it is the appearance strongly influenced by the mother who was said to be beautiful or her stern father, rather, it would be natural to assume that even if there were problems, it would be otherwise.

"Yes, I have a problem that hasn't come to light so far. Unless the place to dance is the royal castle. Or if your son-in-law isn't paying attention at all, it's easy to hide it."

"What the hell is that?

"Height Zasu"

"Height?"

It's hard to dance with someone with a difference in height. Because in determining stride and attitude, the element of demand is height.

Sure, they say he's tall and he looks like Pais. When I think back on my appearance, I come to the point where I'm low in height. Speaking of problems, it would be a problem.

But that is because eight years are still young; rather, given that, can it be said that they correspond to the years?

Isn't that acceptable enough if you still think of a match with your beloved daughter of the year twelve?

And Donashel thought. That in itself is not necessarily the wrong idea. But the lady, as a dance teacher, saw the problem more specifically.

"Sure, it's a problem if you just think about matchmaking with the lady. If you are going to jump only once at the beginning of the party at our ball, or if you are going to dance inconspicuously at the end as the bottom position, that will not end. But this time the place is the royal castle. The first person to dance is His Royal Highness the Prince and his partner, so the son-in-law and the lady will then dance in conjunction with several sets. And if you ask, you must have heard from His Majesty the King. My son-in-law, who would otherwise be the youngest on the field, stands out."

"Hmm."

"Either way, you can't avoid changing partners."

"Well... Shit, you were missing that. I don't know, my head's still in a fight."

The ball is a place to socialize.

A place for people you know to get closer to each other and for people you don't know to get to know each other.

For this reason, the main invitees have to change partners and dance several times at the ball.

If you don't have a partner, look for one of our guests. It is taboo to jump four times in a row with the same opponent so that all hot people are not biased against a particular opponent, and if you jump with the same opponent more than three times, that opponent is considered to be the main cause.

If you want to bring a determined partner, you must dance with the partner you brought in at first because your destiny has already been decided. However, since it doesn't make sense to socialize when you're dancing with the same person all the time, after you've danced three times in a row, you change partners to dance. In this case, replacing someone with a partner in the same way also reduces unnecessary misunderstandings. It is also a common pattern to root in advance.

Of course, once or twice per person, dancing to a bachelorette of the opposite sex is flushed with normal things. If you don't mind your partner's yakimochi.

Asking to dance is a place where there is manners with the male side and the uninvited woman is not in the way of dancing and will watch others dance. It is a state commonly referred to as the flower of the wall, and it will always be this state that, as a woman, loses quite a bit of confidence.

It's impossible for Pace to dance with her fiancée (Liquorice) all the time, even when she thinks about a series of streams.

"Why don't you root for Lord Skoole and let him dance with Petra? Dance alternately with Licorice and Petra and you won't be disrespectful."

"If you only look at your son-in-law, that's it, but let's also have a convenience for Miss Petra and the other side. If you're a person on the organizer's side, there are many people you have to dance with."

"So is that. Don't you have any good hands..."

There was a pit in the unexpected.

Social dancing is not just about being able to dance.

Tools to be as close to as many humans as possible are dancing, and dancing is not an end in itself. Pastry with high height constraints is only unfavourable in this respect, no matter what.

At the very least, without the attention of His Majesty the King, I also have a luxurious concern that I could have used my hands to spend time in inconspicuous places on the wall.

The disgrace of Pais is, hence the disgrace of his fiancée Liquorice. The shame of Licorice is the shame of Donashel. It's not a question of letting it go.

I was thinking about it, but I had to interrupt my worries.

Because I had a word for Madame.

"If there is... one thing, there is no hand, there is no"

Mrs's proposal was unexpected for Donashel.