Sweet Reincarnation

"I asked you not to. Thank you very much for your kind words."

"This is Sir Mortairn's celebration, and it's as cheap as this."

The two characters smile and have an aristocratic conversation.

One is an elderly woman, a Southern aristocrat and an unknown woman. Countess Ratesh. Wrap yourself in a light-water dress with floral embroidery everywhere. The embroidery of the flowers based on the morning face is slightly glossy. Standing behavior seen somewhere with envy from a young girl. The cohabitation of lack of clearance and beauty, boulders should be called high nobility.

The other against faces blue-silver hair reminiscent of the moon of dawn with a crisp look while leaving a juvenile childhood, Pastry-Mil-Morthern. I am no less than the Countess who confronts me, and I have no gaps in my work. Strangely enough, there are many brilliant decorations in his outfit. There were also many hints of decorative cloth, highlighting the young.

These two greetings take place in the large hall (lobby) of the Castle of Rateshbal, also known as the Pirate Castle, where a large group of ladies and gentlemen dressed in colourful ways were gathered.

"Thank you. Even if I had the opportunity to see your gloss and beauty, it would be worth asking you not to."

"I'm glad to flatter you. But when you say that, your beautiful fiancée next door gets jealous, right?

"That's troubling. I will advise you."

If you look at the faces in the lobby, there is one characteristic for each of them.

All men are not wearing flickering clothes, but outfits based on trousers. Even for women, all equally refreshing outfits. There is not a single woman wearing heavy decorations or hairstyles that have been exuberantly served. It is an outfit where you can see that you are aware of the ease of movement.

It doesn't make sense to compete with the beauty and elegance of the outfit. The intentions there are revealed by the names gathered on this occasion.

Ball.

as a place for unmarried men and women to meet. For those who do not know each other. or to increase parental density by working (dancing) with one another for the same purpose at some close distance. Like everyone else's outfit, the thoughts of each colored person swirl, a place to dance.

Aristocrats whose connections mean a lot. It is a thumbnail of an aristocratic society, enclosing many significance and purpose.

"You've been practicing for today, haven't you? I never thought you'd be able to dance, so I missed a chance to sell you a corner favor. Is there someone at home who knows a lot about dancing?

"With your good ears...... I'm afraid of your concern. If I buy a favor from His Excellency, isn't that going to be commensurately expensive?

"Of course I look like this and I am the owner of the family, so I wouldn't sell it cheaply if there were no circumstances. That would be the same in other houses. Could you tell me for your information how much value Uncle Borderline served as a dance professor? If you're a borderline uncle who hears the war will last, didn't you get pretty blown away?

"No, it's not as expensive as your Excellency might be concerned. The Knight's House, which is also uncalled for at home. No, it's the Associate Baron's house. I knew what I could offer, and I took on the professor with one recipe."

A place to socialize is a place to negotiate, as well as a place to gather information. As aliased from the thumbnails of the aristocratic society, there is a belly-black exploration, and the transformation of foxes, raccoons, weasels and cats. Everyday tea meals, such as those that are intended to be transformed.

When you ask someone for something in an exchange between noblemen, it is unlikely that there will be no consideration. Because once you serve for free, that becomes the standard, and other aristocrats will see your feet. If he says that his place is free, and he's not convinced to take the price from us, it'll take a lot of work to convince him, and even more so, it won't end once or twice. You are told to pay for the product that the customer in front of you received for free, and there are no people who feel good about it.

A favor needs consideration. This is an absolute premise in negotiations between nobles.

Therefore, if you hear that you learned to dance at Uncle Borderline, what you offered as consideration will be important information. The so-called "price per request" varies considerably depending on the person you ask for, the time of year, and the values of each house. Important information directly linked to profit, such as market information.

The conversation ahead also contains such a meaning.

When the Count said, "Have we not been forced to negotiate?" If you turn to the water, "Pais replied," I gave you something to serve properly, "in order to put on the face of the frontier uncle. This says," If you stay under yourself, you can do it cheaply, right? There is also a point in saying no to the far-flung solicitation that "we only want to negotiate reciprocity".

Anyway, it's a pain in the ass with aristocratic socialization.

What Pastry offered the Borderline House to teach him to dance was a detailed written procedure (recipe) for Tart Tatan, which he behaved against the Duke's grandson Sucre.

This world, a cook, with high skill and deep knowledge, is valuable. Because technology and knowledge are kept secret, and cooks don't leak into that example either.

What makes me want to eat something delicious is the desire that everyone naturally has, and whatever the difference in preference, a human being who is not happy eating something delicious is quite a freak. It is also true that behaving like a delicious meal is a sign of how welcoming they are.

In a negotiating setting, meals are often accompanied. As there is a saying with table diplomacy, it is of great value as a nobleman to be able to prepare a delicious meal as one of the cards in hand.

Not to mention the high value of it if it is also a delicacy, a delicacy that can never be eaten in other houses.

Tart Tatan, a treat Pais behaved like to Sucrolle. Rumors have already spread in the east that Sucre has now recovered from the depression and that its flavour was very sophisticated and delicious. Regardless, the Countess was also rumored to have known the existence of that treat.

There are many opinions among the aristocracy that I would definitely like to try, but it is only Pais who knows the recipe anyway. The reality was wrapped up in a secret vale, and the situation where the mystery calls for the mystery was now. If it's also that recipe, there are quite a few people who want it.

"That's what Uncle Borderline got you."

"I give them unknown knowledge because of knowledge I don't know. I'm proud to say it was a fair deal, though?

"From the borderline uncle, you'd say so. But isn't it worth a difference between the knowledge that so many can teach and the knowledge that no one else knows?

"Perhaps. But knowledge that no one else knows will always be."

Meaninglessly, the boy deepened his grin. What a white interaction.

If you hear about the exchange of knowledge or technology that you don't know and that the other person doesn't, it does look reciprocal. That is also the case before the construction of negotiations with Borderline Uncle.

However, it is also natural that knowledge with other options and knowledge without options is of higher value to the latter. This can also be used as a sufficient preconstruction.

What Pace took on board was the sale of Tart Tatan recipes.

At the time of the deal with the Borderline Uncle, an advantage no one else knows about. While selling favors to Borderline Uncle after being fully familiar with it, he anticipates the knowledge monopoly of Borderline Uncle, and also sets up sales to the Count House on the grounds of uneven value and in advance. Pais' sagginess, even if you know it, is something that confuses you about the gap between appearance.

The Countess smiled and nodded at the suggestion as she desperately reduced the discomfort in herself.

"I'd like to ask you to share that recipe with us."

"No matter, if it is a favor from His Excellency, there is no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. It's also an honor to be home. But I've been in the middle of nowhere for minutes. I hope you'll consider the hassle involved."

"Oh? This is how you set the scene when you asked for it? I want you to think about my struggles."

"That's what I thought you'd say. Then when today's meeting is successfully over, do as you wish."

Shake hands smiling at each other. It's a ritual of negotiation and compromise.

Even as Count, there are many advantages to having a ball. Even this time, I was able to call a mortairn-related person who I would not normally call before I built the Mortairn family lord. It also means giving voice to the southern nobility and consolidating the bondage.

I mean, things like casserole are just a pretext to get everyone together. As a nobleman, I didn't just ask for a favor.

Even as Pais knew it well enough, he taught the recipe and challenged the loan as a position he had been asked to take. Rather, it would be good for you to go fishing.

"Well, shall we begin then?"

Uncle Ratesh moves to a prominent spot in the hall. The place furthest from the entrance where the guest of honor and organizers are treated as seats to greet you.

She raises her voice once she looks around at the participants. The voice that often passes was feminine, and Rin was then. There are also echoes of stone walls, or voices that reach every corner of a large room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. As an organizer, I would like to thank you for your long distance work. This evening, Sir Mortairn is celebrated by the Associate Baron. To that end, we have thus set up a place for dancing. I would like you to deepen your friendship and strengthen your bond with each other in the southern part of our kingdom because this is a corner opportunity."

To the greeting of the Countess, those gathered shall also be quiet. Where expectations abound in a quiet place, the discerning notice.

The fact that there is no “Associate Baron Mortairn."

Those who know that it is the next lord who is in his place are about 20% of those who noticed visibly the absence of the Associate Baron. Not to mention that few people knew that the woman beside him was Uncle Borderline's beloved daughter.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen. I would like to introduce you here. With numerous military histories and combat merits, this time he became a quasi baron, Sir Mortairn. This is your man, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. We have already completed another liturgy of the Holy See, and we have come to this occasion as proxy of the Lord. As some of you know, I'd like to say hello."

With this introduction, the venue turned away at once.

After all, there were many people who thought they were coming. For those of you who anticipated it and were pimping it with an abdominal cumulation that bordered some sort of casserole, it's news that makes you feel like you've eaten a shoulder watermark.

"Ladies and gentlemen, This is Pastry-Mil-Morthern, which I have deposited for your introduction. On behalf of my father, I would like to thank him very much for setting up such a place. If you look back..."

The greeting continues.

The only way to do this hand greeting without difficulty is to step on the number of occasions when you just don't get nervous standing in public. Many people felt better about the grand greeting of the pastry, and there were people who listened to speeches with occasional jokes.

"I greet you with the above. Good luck to all (Ella Gratier)"

The ball begins with the sacrament of the decreed closing words.

The first is a dance performance by the organizers.

It is of course Countess Ratesh who dances. Partners are the owners of houses with deep ties, including blood ties, with the Counts. Slightly tall skinny man with brown hair with a strong yellow flavour. He is a married man or not, but he used to be Uncle Ratesh's fiancé.

It is customary for people attending a ball to be single or willing to look for a wife or husband. Even for a man who serves as a partner to the Count, he is in a position to get a dance application killed from a woman aimed at the side chamber.

Regardless, it goes without saying to the single Countess. A single man who wants to dance with her is unexpected (?) a lot. Although the Count himself is pioneering, mostly because of the lower heart of the reverse ball aim, it is the norm for the Count's ministerial corps to pray to God that they manage to find a good person from among them.

Along with the music, once you have finished a magnificently danced song, then the invitees dance in turn. Several pairs of family names and names are called for each pair by the Count's squire, and the callers march out in good taste. And dance.

There are also quite a few things that I participated in alone. I root for partners in advance, such as when I'm in the holding room. Those who cannot speak from themselves may also combine the foreign affairs and internal affairs squire of the Count's family at will, taking into account the various conditions, including their character and character. Women's hopes may also be conveyed through them, as it is seen that they cannot be heard by women.

Popularity grows in beauty, beautiful men, highly qualified things, those with positions, those with good dances, etc., and the unpopular often feel lonely. That depends on the partition of the ball.

As a squire, I can't hide the tension because the extraction around here separates the good from the bad from the ball.

"Ugh, you're still nervous about the first song"

"Right. Your body is still stiff."

Where a few songs are done, crude humans finish dancing.

From there, there is a rush, including who invites who, and how many times at which time, making it a flying battlefield of love sarcasm, push and pull, seduction and number of strongmen. Sometimes young youth stories are told to the person you are secretly conceiving of as you gauge the time to hang invitations without speaking up.

It is not uncommon for more than one man to deal with the same beauty, or for a battle of ladies targeting well-dressed and well-liked gentlemen.

But no matter how much, the rush doesn't start right away. There is also a need to look at the situation and gather information, and it is normal flow to pinch a break once.

Until the invitees finish dancing once in a row, a relaxed slow tempo song will be chosen, but if they still dance in the absence of a solution to the tension, they will also become tired. That's why we're going to take a break for a little chat.

During this break, most of the entertainment will also be shown in order to entertain the guests.

The singer's song to accompany him or the organizer's PR publicity. Alternatively, there will be spectacles such as cursive arts and performances of big hunting trophies (hunting trophies) tailored by the organizers. Whatever we do here is also a showcase of the organizer's arms, and if it's a great pastime, the organizer's stock goes up.

The discerning human being is aware.

To the fact that the mortairns, who are also in the name of holding the ball, have not danced once yet. You could have danced earlier if you were supposed to.

And to the fact that the then Lord's surrogate boy is traveling with his fiancée.

What is the afternoon of the day? The announcement is picked up by the host Countess.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying yourself? The ball of the day, the corner. We've gathered like this, and I want to show you one thing."

What is it? What is it? Everybody screams.

"He's the star of the day. Associate Baron Mortairn. Unfortunately, we weren't able to come to you in person, but instead we mean that your son will be showing you the dance. In addition, the fiancée, the Lady of the Hubarek family, will perform the song together. I hope you all enjoy the sprouting of your young talents. Come on, go ahead."

Uncle Ratesh urged me, my two children. No, there's an older young adult going on. There was a smile after we watched each other. The girl is quite nervous, and the other person also looks pretty familiar.

A boy walked out to the center of the room dressed to look unsuitable for the ball at first glance. A small ornament that flickers. Plus, a bandage that doesn't seem necessary to dance. Seeing that there is a decorative string indicating that the blade is crushed, it doesn't seem to have any meaning.

Around here, the mindless person realized what Pace would do.

The boy corrected his posture and stopped moving perfectly. Not even limp, totally stationary posture.

After watching it, the girl's song begins with accompaniment.

"Hmm..."

Whose whine was it? A voice leaked from among the people surrounding the place of the dance. Because with the crystal clear girl's singing, it was seen as a boy's movement that moved out in breath.

If this much information is given, everyone will also know what this pastime means.

Yes, a sword dance.

"Big, noble and sunny ~"

Liquorice sings. The song is a fruitful song for the summer. One of the most popular songs in the Kingdom of God, commonly used as a dance accompaniment. The pastry dance that goes with it is also a dance that appreciates the fruitfulness that goes with this song.

The beginning is a gentle, soft movement reminiscent of a flowing cloud or a breeze. The sword tip flow, which never stops at once, is rounded and reminds me of a calm atmosphere. There is also a smile on the boy's face and he dances with real pleasure.

And gradually. Yes, it moves slowly. Like the sky at dusk, the color is changing if you notice. So much natural and sure change. Gradually the sword drawing trajectory is sharp and sharp.

How long was it? Or maybe it was a terribly short time, but enough time to feel longer than the bell rings for something that fascinates me.

The sword dance welcomes the climax.

By then, the girl's singing was even louder, and the boy's movements were so intense that they were difficult to follow with his eyes.

The wind-cut sound of the sword is sharp as a bun, and the foot carriage dances lightly.

It was decided until the very last pose. With a sword-filled, brave attitude, he stopped the pittance and physical movement just as he did at the beginning, and there was no stiffness.

Slightly, when the boy gave a thank you, the participants noticed that they had forgotten to talk and were in love.

"You're brilliant. It was a great dance."

Everyone applauds and the temptation to start returning. The subject, of course, was about the great dance earlier.

Once pulled up from the spot, the boy or the girl who performed a great song is given a spare praise.

"I can only say it's really great. Sword dance, I indulged.... if this isn't something you can show off at the royal castle too?

"After all, did your Excellency look forward to it?"

Pais exhales just moving hard on the boulder. It is the Countess Ratesh who has spoken to him sweating.

"Of course. Well, you're not mad that they used our ball for practice, are you? I also get the recipe. Hey?"

"I'm no match for Your Excellency. How much profit are you going to from a young man like me"

"Oh man, I'm not listening. Coexistence and Prosperity (GiveandTake) is the Creed, I"

If it's a good pastime, the organizer's stock goes up. Uncle Ratesh is in a good mood.

It would be rude not to dance, staying at the ball. This is a common sense of communication that cannot be ignored as a relationship rather than as a nobleman.

If there is a human being who stays at a drinking party from himself but does not drink any alcohol or eat any rice and just sits down, it inhibits the air of rapprochement. Same person who seems unreadable to the air. If people recommend alcohol and say no, it makes the atmosphere even worse. They might tell you what you're doing here if you can't even drink.

In the same way, it is very rude not to dance in a dance setting.

But there's also a lot to dance about. As if a drunken person can't drink juice at a bar and delude himself, it's not a social dance at a prom, it's a precedent to delude him with another dance.

This is the bitter measure proposed by Mrs. Ovalchemin, who teaches dance at the Borderline House, for Pais, who cannot dance normally.

One of the things that worried Madame and Uncle Borderline most about this measure was in terms of whether Pais could dance other dances. Bad dancing is more than showing off as a pastime at the Royal Castle. Even if you refuse to dance normally, you have to be able to dance to convince people that you can fish. That's much more difficult than getting a passing score for a social dance.

But it's not Pais who falls and wakes up for free. When I heard that, I suggested a sword dance from myself. Because if you're dealing with a sword, you're being knocked in by your father. On top of that, I learned Liquorice's desire to do something as a partner, and practiced to perform sworddances in conjunction with the songs she sang.

Even after a month of intense training, I finally got Mrs. Ovalchemin's passing score for sword dance.

There's no way I'm going to hit a boulder. It was Uncle Ratesh who drank the demand that we should do a mock show somewhere before showing off at the Royal Castle. It was obvious that there was an intention to take in the Mortairn family, but it was also true that her proposal, which for some reason had been conveniently prepared for the ball, was a ship on the crossing.

"Next time, is it in the Wang Dynasty that you can enjoy this stunning dance and wonderful song?

"I think it will. I am grateful to Your Excellency for all your sudden help."

"Oh, you and I are not friends. You don't have to care."

Thank you for your words.

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ratesh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho And beside the boy, Liquorice stands with a singing satisfaction.

They didn't notice.

That there is a shadow to keep an eye on that.