Sweet Reincarnation

South of the Kingdom of God. A certain mansion with a certain nobility.

There were now several nobles sneaking together for secret talks.

"After all, they say there's no change in the policy of trying to change the military junta"

"Eh, abominable"

"It would be quick if I could talk to the deceased in the first place..."

"You'll know it's not the person you can do it with"

There are two ideological tides that exist at all times in the political world.

Two things: maintenance and innovation.

The idea of taking the status quo as it is and trying to protect it is a conservative idea, and the idea of innovation is to reject the status quo and try to change it.

There is no good or bad in thought, and naturally there is no up or down. Sometimes times and situations change the correct answer, and even if you choose which one in the first place, there may be cases where you cannot say the correct answer.

These two ideas are bound to arise when one occurs and the other too. It is also what the conflict is fated to be at the time it occurs.

Even in the Kingdom of God, the conflict between these two arises in a variety of issues.

Foreign policy, restructuring of nobility, tracing of territory, monetary recast, military reform, etc. Every once in a while, the status quo affirmatives and negatives are divided and lively arguments are exchanged. Sometimes those who disagreed on one issue have feelings for each other on another. It would be because the world of politics is a complex and strange world that cannot be cleaned up by dualism alone.

Numerous problems. Countless conflicts. Among other things, what is now hot is the rivalry between the innovative and conservative forces in the central army under the royal banner.

In the Kingdom of God, since ancient times, the Royal Direct Army has been made into a five-unit system of troops from the east, west and north, and the central army that oversees it. The total number is approximately 20,000.

Now there are those who move to change this. Heavy towns throughout Heavy Town, where he is made General of the Central Army and is responsible for military proofs. They are called the Dukes, headed by the Duke of Kadrecek.

What happened in the first place goes back about twenty years.

At the end of the war and during the period of reconstruction, the movements of each nobleman of the territories were still suspicious at that time, so there was a point in giving them a glimpse, and there was a direct territorial army moving in the name of the royal family, east, west, north and south. At this time, there was certainly a major role to play. It actually worked as well.

Afterwards, the reconstruction period was long and the end began to be visible. More young people were not aware of the war already these days. The people who were showing suspicious movements at the time are also mostly replacing them.

Didn't it come to a diminish point of keeping a stare at you?

The Duke of Kadrecek, familiar with the military junta, felt that way every day he pursued. National power itself has increased and the threat in neighbouring countries has declined relative.

The current system is anachronistic. Those who claimed so loudly also began to come out of within and outside the army.

Duke of Kadrecek, a patriot and loyal minister. As his last task, he consolidated his determination to cut off thoughtful reforms in order to make the country stronger.

Reduce stable southern and western armies and unite eastern and northern armies. The central army makes it slimmer than it is now. On top of that, set up an army as an independent force that does not belong to any side.

Focus more than disperse. This idea can be described as effective, in the sense of making better use of the elite, or in the sense of saving waste.

The newly planned system of the Royal Direct Army. The total number is to be about 15,000 to 18,000.

Make the army, which has always been 20,000, 18,000.

Now, when this happens, the question also naturally arises as to what happens to the two thousand people in the difference.

The majority of the militias return to mere territory and the mercenaries seek another job. But there is nothing I can do to reduce the number of commanding positions. Many would be repositioned, placed in non-military positions, or dismissed from military positions.

It is the non-Duke of Kadrecek factions who receive all of that.

"That old raccoon, you're gonna get in our way no matter what"

"You're just outspoken. While we reinforce the National Army, we end up eliminating things that don't follow us like we do. I don't even think we can reinforce the army."

"Ruri. What did His Majesty also think and adopt such a foolishness? If only the Kadreček family had more speaking power with blood connections with the royal family, they might eventually try to take their place for the royal family. For His Majesty's sake, this reform must be stopped."

There are quite a few people in the table who are contrary to the Duke of Kadrecek, or who are abominable at the bottom of their minds.

Because radical reform creates conflict with the old conservatives, no matter what. There are those who agree that it is necessary, but the number does not have to be compared.

In military reform, the first thing that is seen to be reduced is the post in the south.

The southern part of the Kingdom of God has a short border with its neighbours, bordering the majority with the sea. It is therefore believed that it will be boldly reduced from the current situation. And it's a rumor.

An army on the other hand is a lot of local human posts anyway. Because those who have a sense of love are more willing to fight. It is more motivating to protect our own families, friends and birthplaces directly.

In other words, the Royal Southern Army was the post of the descendants of the Southern nobility. Until now.

"If we were to drastically cut our troops in the South, what would happen to those who have done so far?"

"The guys selling the festivities to the old raccoons will stay, and then they'll all be fired"

The post of the King's Army in the South. To name a line there, there are many people in the house called prestige, such as Baron Lunsbadge and Baron Bouleback.

This is because in the aftermath of the post-war devastation, the southern region, which can also be called the grain bank of the Kingdom of God, needed to be stabilised with the highest priority. Some aspects of traditional aristocracy have been made flexible by giving them considerable positions before they were poorly roughed up.

"Can't you manage to maintain the current position alone? The Confederates have many of my sons and relatives."

"That's the same thing as me. With the exception of the Ese aristocrats who pop out, aren't we all in a similar situation?"

Those called traditional aristocrats. Houses that inherit ancient traditions and formats in the Kingdom of God, not just in the South. Naturally, in the sense of long-standing connections, there were very many that were connected to the former Duke of Armenia, which had been in power until recent years.

That meant not taking it back, but a mismatch with the Duke of Kadreček, the current head of the military family.

"As things stand, there have been incidents by the remnants of the Armaya family, and the ancient raccoon's voice has grown. At least if we don't have enough track record to fight it, he'll keep pushing us off."

"I want to avoid that. If we can grasp his weakness, we can fight him..."

"As it stands, I'm sure you can do it directly."

"Uh-huh..."

Traditional aristocrats of the South.

Their sense of crisis is high. Even then, the current king and I are not very close. If you can, it is desirable for the Duke to lose his leg. Even if we did not go that far, we thought that if we could conspire to reduce the voice of his people, our own voice would increase in relative terms.

However, when it came to specific measures for this purpose, it was not possible to come up with a good idea.

Speaking of which, do the lords know this story?

It was Baron Lunsbadge who murmured so much.

"Mortairn's son, a Duchess dog, will perform a sword dance as a pastime at the next ball"

"Well, that's my first ear. Where'd you get that story from?

"I heard Lord Ratesh tell me he was going to perform a sword dance at his ball and also at the royal castle."

"Well, that would be reliable information."

A place to socialize is a place to gather information.

If that's the information you got there, it's highly probable.

"If, under any circumstances, Mortairn Xiao Xiao can't show off his pastime, Kadrecek's face will be somewhat scratched. Wouldn't it be easier to spread the wound once it was scratched?

"Hmm, it could be a good hand. But the question is, by what means do we do it?

"You might as well worry about that. Then I don't mind if you leave that to me."

The aftermath of the ball, success is what makes sense. Because it is meant to entertain participants, and it also makes sense to be offered as a common topic between first-person conversations that are scarce.

Bad speech is hard to say in a social setting, and if it's first met with each other, it's more than that. Topics that can be decorated with compliments deserve more unusual conversations.

If it's a great pastime, it's just right for a conversation instead of a greeting.

Conversely, if pastime is hard to praise, participants lose one common topic. This is painful in a social setting, so the host of the ball will look down on his face.

If the responsibility is laid aside, there will be a dispute between the organizer and the host of the entertainment.

Baron Lunsbadge has a history of horses being taken in the Mortairn family. Abominable emotions remain, even if they just did what they did. In retrospect, I sometimes chewed my umbilical cord at more events, and I don't care that I'm like a constituent representative in the first place.

From Baron Lunsbadge, who has disturbing feelings for both the Duke and the Mortairn family, the pastime fails and the emotions are sorted out, whether the blame goes to the Kadreček or Mortairn families. It would be great if they competed with each other.

Now, in the Baron's head, the idea arises of how we can get in the way of the entertainment. Regardless, without leaving any trace that would lead to you.

The man with all his thoughts had an annoying grin.

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"Boy, welcome home. So, how was it?

"It was affordable. I also got ink from Uncle Ratesh, so when I showed it at the ball, I stopped worrying."

"Good for you"

Pastry performed a sword dance at Countess Ratesh's and Licorice performed a song.

The two returned to Mortaire territory feeling comfortable with each of them. Since the reputation and prosperity of the afterlife is important to the Mortairn family, the chief squire and others were waiting for their return.

Safe return was combined with an excellent reputation in Shiites, but as such, he had some concerns.

At the end of the line of sight, there are tons of crates and barrels. Colorful fruits are visible from large, coarse-eyed hemp bags.

"So, what's this massive package?

"Huh? What are you talking about?

Of the people who were out on Count Ratesh's territory, those who followed them to escort them have already quit the scene.

On top of that, Liquorice was caught early by Mrs. Mortairn Anise. If I say it more rightly, it is by a pair of future aunts and aunts, of Jose and Anise. The reason for this is that the time limit for costume restoration is imminent.

The women of the Mortairn family are now reworking Liquorice's costume and happily dressing the girl as a dressing doll.

Therefore, the circumstances of the large quantities of luggage can only be asked the pastry left alone on the spot.

It was for some reason a few barrels that were placed to make it less noticeable, but it's not even Shiites who don't realize it. Rather than, it's not an amount you can hide.

"No, when a boy tries to hide it that way, it's mostly something he's not even busy with"

"It's not even busy. I just bought a little souvenir at Rateshvar."

"Hey? What the hell have you bought? Say it."

"Two barrels of sugar, one barrel of bonca, one barrel of cheese and karin combined, and four rose seedlings..."

Speaking of Rateshbal, the territorial capital of Count Ratesh territory.

It is a well-known town as a shipping city and a centre of trade that takes on trade from various foreign countries in one hand. Naturally, there are many rare products from various foreign countries, and even fruits and nuts are so varied that both hands are very inadequate. It's not a pastry that can do that. Rather, I even want to buy it up.

A boy who gives one after another what he buys. It is not a good amount to call it a souvenir because of its quantity and type.

Shiites sighed heavily, wanting him to remember a little about reluctance and self-weight.

"Enough is enough. Finally, over there, this means you've bought a lot of opportunities, right?

"That's Shiites. Talk fast. Look at that, you sugar. Unlike poor quality brown sugar, it is also coarse and refined. I bought the sailors I was carrying, and they split what I was supposed to give to them. With this, you'll make more sweets than ever. I bought other bonkas. The Tart Tatan recipe was also highly appreciated, so I'm going to try many more recipes in the future with more research and improvement. Other than that..."

Pais is rap.

What keeps me talking about when it comes to my hobby is my sexuality as a hobbyist and, in a sense, my artisan guts.

As a result, it was unusual for a usually unplugged pastry, and I didn't notice anyone approaching me. The person calls from behind the boy.

"Looks like you bought some pretty good stuff."

"Yeah, right. As I said earlier, it's huge that I got all this fine sugar. If we're going to make more sugar, we need a model for whatever we do."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess so. So, so much shopping. Was that enough for your dime?

"No way. My hesocri wasn't enough, so I added up the money I got when I sold the recipe, and I shopped. You were supposed to buy the same thing anyway when you got home with the money, so there's nothing wrong with that, is there, Father... Huh? Father?"

What Pastry looked back at with a bah.

It was the figure of a father who was so powerful that he floated blood vessels on his temples.

"You stupid son!! So much...... so much so, tell me not to let go of my own accord and buy supplies arbitrarily what!!

"But, Father, I also need sugar for future liquor making, so sooner or later buying it is something I was talking to you about. Sooner or later, I saved you a lot of trouble."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You haven't learned anything since the Iron Farm Tool."

"Phew."

Father's dropped fist bone.

It was something extra-large that we rarely saw in recent years, and Pace had a brilliant tear eye.