Sweet Reincarnation

"Hey, what's Pace making?

"I'll find out. Ask Pais directly."

At the end of the summer, the carefree heat continues.

Mortarn territory is dry, so it has nothing to do with jittery heat and humidity, but even so, hot things are hot.

Luminito and Marcarlo are the ones sluggish on the ground in such a summery way. Two of the commonly known trio of evil spirits.

When it comes to why there are only two of us when it's a threesome, the answer is simple and clear. Because the leader is working in a cage in the mansion right now.

The House of Lords of the Mortairn is warm in winter. And the ventilation is calculated and made to be comfortable even in the summer heat.

That means the air in the hall is leaking easily outside in the summer.

"Something smells different than usual?

"Right, it smells kind of grassy"

"I wonder what you're making?

"So I'm telling you, there's no way I know."

Lumi and Marc, as usual, escaped from their parents' help and were beside the Lordship Hall. Two secret spots.

Usually, a variety of smells drift on the spot, such as a fragrant smell or a sweet fragrance. What we have in common is that it smells delicious at all times. Sometimes it looks like baked sweets, sometimes it looks like candy. Sometimes it was like jam, sometimes it was like fried food. Whatever, I don't know from the outside until what you're making, but it just makes it fun to imagine. It's a secret pleasure for Lumi and Marc.

But only today, not always. Smells familiar somewhere, like trampled blue grass or in the middle of pruning wheat. It smelled like that.

Not that it smells unpleasant, but it doesn't smell like it tastes good.

Lumi and Marc are eleven years old. Around the age when I get hungry immediately no matter how much I eat. For a growing up chronically hungry child, the presumption that he was trying to deceive his hunger with the smell takes off.

"All right, let's take a peek at what you're making"

"Am I?"

"'Cause you care."

"I care, but I don't know. You can have it again."

The Lords' Hall also has a lot of work to do.

When the Lordship Hall was rebuilt last spring, the number of samurai, samurai, and youngest sons and daughters also increased due to the increase in the number of rooms and various workloads. He has also been a widow of former refugees or a physically disabled person due to riots and banditry.

In order for them and their women to enter and exit, there is a passageway in the Lordship Hall for what works.

On a daily basis, two bad boys are exploring here and there, including the hall. I already knew how to get in and out of the common entrance.

When the two children snuck into the hall and arrived by the cooking place, where the smell came from. There was a sound of fun coming from inside the cooking area.

"Extraction of the drug effect is troublesome, and when boiled, it is often a useless pharmaceutical ingredient."

"The colors are beautiful..."

It smells amazing, doesn't it? Successful combinations of these are also called arm shows. Knowledge and experience and the necessary work of understanding and taste. '

From the inside, I hear a creaking voice over the wall. It's a fun conversation between Pastry and Liquorice.

The smell that is drifting is still a blue smell, but if you look like you're having fun, you must be making sweets, the children thought. And we know better than anyone that the treats made by the boy we call our future masters have no tasteless trials.

"What are you making?

"I don't see it very well. I can see you're crushing something, but I can't see what's at stake."

In time, the kitchen smelled familiar to the children. Sweet smell. Smell when an aqueous solution of sugar is heated. Definitely a scent from the time of candy craftsmanship.

This is a new treat after all, and my chest swells in anticipation.

It was the arrow tip.

"Here!! What are you guys doing!!

"Shh, they found me!!

"Run!!

Sudden anger.

Escape legs are two quick bad boys like Pais. When we realized that we were the only ones who had been snooping around, we fled to a glance. The quickness has something to keep an eye on.

I just think from the person I spoke to, I'm going to use that wasted talent for something else.

"Speak up. Is something wrong? Oh, my God, isn't that Nicolo? What's the matter, sir?

"No, it's not a big deal. There was a big rat."

"Oh, it's the usual. He must have come running away from the grass again or looking after the chicken."

"Not at all..."

By checking outside, Pais realized that his squire Nicolo was coming.

If you raise your voice out loud and are doozy, those in the kitchen will also notice. In the first place, we know who sneaks into the Lords' Hall.

"So, why is Nicolo here? There 'll be plenty of work left."

"Yeah, thanks to you, I'm going to cry. Somehow a statement just about that food. I told you how much I bought into it... and no. I'm here because I'm here to get the young lady. They're getting ready for tomorrow's departure."

"Really? Well, we won't be in a hurry, so let's just say we head over there when we get one paragraph of work done."

"What the hell were you doing?

Nicolo peered inside from outside the kitchen. I put it inside as it was and it smelled unique. Blue odor and a sweet smell along with it.

The passion for making Pace's treats is well known, but everyone has already agreed that only a successful purchase of large quantities of supplies will cut them into the kitchen at this rate for a while.

Once again for cats, I make sweets for Pais.

"Is it candy?

"Yeah. It's not just candy, but candy is candy. Kind of, I hear Shiitz was talking to your father, and he had something caught up in the hunt. I can't ignore it, so I thought I'd keep it lightly prepared."

"Ready?"

"If nothing, a new product. It's a candy that will be practical if you win the Shiites account."

While I have a conversation with Nicolo, the motion of Pace's hand does not fade.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

The girl who was lying next to him also reacted to Nicolo's whimsical words.

"Me too, I'm looking forward to the treats that Mr. Pais makes. Because it's always a nice treat."

I don't even know what you're making, even if it's Liquorice, who was beside you.

Just a good taste of the treats my fiancée makes, a situation where expectations are only inflated. With a smile on his face, he watches Pais work.

"All right, I got it. It's worth the prototype, and this is great."

"Good for you. I'm curious about what you were making, but let's hurry to the office later, for now."

Where the work is cleared, Nicolo hurries the boy. I didn't ask you to hurry up and call me, because it doesn't turn into the fact that I'm keeping my lord waiting.

The person in question was just having a conversation with her fiancée while wrapping candy.

"Liquorice, too, have some."

"Yes.... then I will go back to my room"

"Tomorrow we're leaving for the King's Capital. Be careful not to let your mothers catch you. If you get caught, they'll turn you into a dressing doll."

"It's okay. Because we've decided what to wear."

The girl smiled nicely.

Restoration of fashionable dresses that have been procured in the Wang capital. For a while now, Liquorice has been hanging on to it. Finally, there's also an OK for Mortaire women like Anise and Jose, so I get my chest up that the clothes I'm going to wear are ready. The appearance is somewhere young.

It's a very nice piece of clothing, and Pace responded with a smile to the adorable motion of waving. The same thing would be deliberate if a good old adult did it, but very natural tricks for a girl.

The fact that the corresponding innocence of the year occasionally appears on the table would also be a sign that Liquorice is getting used to living in the Mortairn family.

Tomorrow's prep means the girl returns to her room, and the next lord's boy follows his squire to the office.

Pais' walk is a little early, influenced by dance lessons.

"Excuse me."

"It's late, Pais."

At the end of the gaze of Pais, who entered the room at the same time as Knock, there was a sight of the adults sliding in line.

casserole, shiites, glassage, coantro, tobiam, etc. All of the full-time Mortern family squires, including Nicolo, who even brought him in with Pais, were somewhat confident in their arms. Everyone's eyes turned to the boy at once, and Pais tilted his neck for something.

While I'm busy, I've got all this facial dough, and I wouldn't even call it just a tea drink.

"Is there something wrong?

"It's huge. It looks like Mr. Shiites is winning again."

That's what I said and it was Lumi's father, Grassage, who handed me one letter. There's usually somewhere to feel comfortable. I guessed it was a pretty big problem just because he looked serious.

A cylindrical letter. Until we arrived in Mortairn territory, it would have been a long roll, but it was a parchment with habits and circles to come. When Pace put the sender of the letter in his eyes, I could see why they were gathering.

"The House of the Knight of Ratzenpur… is it from the famous Knight of Gold? There's a ball in Wang Du, at this time? It's not frigid."

"Take a look inside. It says something more frigid."

Encouraged by his father, Pais stretches a roll of parchment.

"Wow... this would be too obvious"

What was written in the letter is, at first glance, nothing strange.

"Yesterday, in the Wang capital, our people took the liberty of escorting us so that nothing could be done to the noble and noble Lord Mortairn..."

Pais reading up whining about the content. In brief, the family of the Knights of Ratzenpur will escort them in the King's capital.

For a proud casserole who can protect herself as much as she can, I want to say aloud that it's a big favor.

"How can you win a Shiites conjecture like this? You're using absolute magic or something."

"I don't know. I just got pinned from the information that Boy had Douglad gather, didn't I?

Prior to this ball, the Mortairn family had one immediate royal order.

That's a mandatory entry order to the city parade early in the morning. It is also referred to as an order to serve in the city march.

It is already a matter of decision that the political hustle and bustle of the Duke of Kadreček be made a public secret and that a parade of princes' birthday celebrations take place. It has the aim of appealing extensively to the intimacy of the Duke and the royal family, both internally and externally, while also having the meaning of the grand facial sight and foiling of the successor candidate as a royal family.

Mixing that group with the sunny, shivering Mortairn people has a political intent, no matter what you think.

"Should security be hit with the utmost vigilance?"

"My people are all mobilized."

The significance of the Parade participation of the Mortairn family.

If you ask me what the intent is, the first thing I can think of is the publicity that has the hero of the war on my side.

As sung by the bard in the alley, the valiant name of the casserole is widely known. If there is a hero on the side of the next generation, it can be used as quite a glory. At least it's about an element that makes the enemy hesitate to turn.

Alternatively, target the uptake of neutral aristocrats who are deciding on opportunism.

A post-war reconstruction period is, in other words, a period of instability. When consolidating the king's scaffolding, many houses have been crushed as anxiety elements and descended nobles. And vice versa becomes a terribly narrow gate.

As a royal family, this is a time when we want to concentrate our power and interests as much as possible on our own, so the granting of new titles has, of course, taken a passive position in ascending the ranks of titles. There are also lessons from the past that each aristocrat had too much power in the first place.

Therein is the recompense of a long-time lord. Few nobles are surprised by this.

If we stand by ourselves, we might as well be royal as the Mortairns. If you can make them think so, even the neutral ones who are profitable will sweep the avalanche and sweep at the head of the faction.

Now, when that happens, it's naturally the sesame guy who comes out.

There are always people who say they want to feel good about themselves. Because the Parade's service order in the first place makes sense as a moth light for those people.

Be aware of those who mix with it and plan evil behavior.

Like the House of the Knights of Ratzenpur, the possibilities of those who try to push even by force were under discussion. However, that is one of the predictions of the worse.

"Let's take all the men who might be able to use them. I don't think he will behave in a disgraceful manner in the eyes of the central army in Wang Du, but if anything happens, it is better to have more manpower to use. In this minute, there will be more legs."

"Even though I'm busy, it's annoying"

"Maybe that's how it's meant to harass us. but we don't even have time to argue about it"

"Boy, could you take action on the example?

In the matter of example, they say, once again, the adults' eyes turn to Pais.

I got that gaze and the boy nodded confidently.

"Yes, this is the countermeasure."

"What the hell? Is that candy?

The silver-haired boy gave it to Shiites. All of them, and the others are intrigued.

"Yeah. But it's not just candy"

"Hmm?"

It's not just candy. The meaning of the word does not calm down.

What is the "not just every" candy of the next lord who has done one after the other that there is no clapping, not even regular?

says the boy who laughed at Nicole.

"It's throat candy. Save that, too."