Sweet Reincarnation

More than a dozen hours before the ball began.

Since the early morning when the sun had just risen, there had been a grand viewing march (parade) in the city of Wang Capital.

A march of two columns of columns by the king's proud close guards, sandwiching the soldiers and the musical corps at regular intervals. It was moving out of fairly early time to march from the edge of town to the edge.

The Kingsguard is a force of strength directly under the King, all of whom are allowed to ride. It also includes two members of the squire class, with a total of exactly one hundred. Elite in the elite who is appointed with his ability to fight as a grand premise and his loyalty and dedication to the King. Count three people who can use magic.

Speaking of people's longing, for the boys it is just the embodiment of their dreams of the future.

Behind the Kingsguard, the elite of the army on each side. Behind them the nobles of fame form a group with their own elite. The House of the Duke of Kadrecek, as well as the House of the Border Uncle of Huberlek and the House of the Earl of Ratesh, were also dignified additions here.

And in the rearmost position of the aristocratic leadership, the weak aristocrats, starting with casseroles, follow each other around. This is in addition to the parade. At least that's what the then Associate Baron Mortairn himself thinks.

"It's a big day."

"Seems so"

The man who has spoken to Casserole is Sir Ratzenpur. Territorial nobility that runs a territory with about two villages.

Until previous generations, it was a very wealthy house, also aided by the fact that there were villages along the main streets, but during the post-war reconstruction period, the flow of people changed dramatically due to the impact of crushed streets and newly built streets, as well as the reorganization also proceeded in many territorial areas. I have a situation where the interaction from the big city has been interrupted in one turn.

I wish I could still have lived carefully, but clever people who could change the lifestyle they were born and raised in are rare, so I borrowed money to continue living when I was rich, and now I repeatedly refuse to ask for loans here and there every time I socialized.

Sir Ratzenpur has brown eyes with green on his koji tea hair. My nose is a little elevated, but my skinny face and figure make me feel like I'm poor. From the looks of it, it creates an atmosphere that seems marginal to gold.

His nickname is "The Golden Knight."

"Rest assured that I intend to take the big ship as I will protect the safety of Sir Mortairn. Haha."

As per the letter the other day, he insisted on being forced to escort him, claiming to snap around and escort him, even though he refused to be necessary. Unless something is wrong, nobles don't have the right to order each other, and even if they thought they didn't like it, they can't direct the actions of other houses outside their own territories.

This can only be hard work for the casseroles, but if they treat bona fide collaborators intact, they can also be feathers that will be in trouble when such cooperation is needed in the future. Painful and itchy situation. It's hard to say no even if you want to.

"We will protect you, too."

"You're the one on the left. Your Excellency is a treasure of the land."

And most importantly, in the same way, there were only a few groups of escorts around the casseroles claiming to be good intentions. None of this, just a bunch of little houses. If we have something in common, does it mean that all houses suffer from a lack of money?

He's going to be escorting them to the best of his ability, but he can't be trusted.

What thoughts do you have and are there samurai around the Mortairn family? Despite being in the middle of a parade, the mortarns were tingly, even though it might be a mere temper or sesame plot.

Except one.

"Hey, it's spectacular, Dad"

"Pais, you need to be a little more alert..."

"You won't be attacked like that in the crowd circle of Wang Du. If you get worried and tired from now on, you won't hold it until the ball. Perhaps those parts are in the thoughts of someone."

"It's a hassle."

Pais felt that the current situation, like harassment, was part of some great misgivings.

There's a big purpose, and to accomplish that, you do something like harassment with the Nettinese, and you break it out that you're inviting fatigue on this side.

It was (but) definitely part of the enemy's thoughts. But it wasn't everything.

Men advancing the parade.

In their eyes like that, one suspicious figure catches my eye.

In the crowd, you're obviously not flying one head, and you can see a long vertical wind from a distance.

"Hey, he..."

"Oh, definitely"

The first thing I noticed was, should I still say, just right? It was a mortarn set of casseroles.

For about two years now, bandits were said to have fled around the south. The bounty neck, coupled with a noticeable wind, had information on arrangements and spinning letters turned to many noblemen. The prize is three hundred crowns. When it comes to amounts that are not readily available even around a rather rich baron house, I know how much money.

Because it's easy to understand if you think of it as roughly the same amount as the bounty hanging on the head of a bandit who attacked Mortaire territory first.

Tensions ran over the Mortairn family and their territorial militias in Russia. Originally, the discovery of an obviously suspicious person while I was distracted. This is a story I can't tell you not to be distracted by, and it's just a state of battle.

And the tension propagates around.

"Oh, he's the bounty neck of the arrangement. Isn't it as rumored? People, Him!!

"Yep, civilians, get out of there!!

But there was an unexpected move for the casseroles. Some of the people who were supposed to be escorts changed the colour of their eyes and moved clearly.

No, can it be said in a way that it is as assumed?

"Wow, did you come"

"What?"

"Be careful. Something's started."

The escort also began to confuse the crowd, facades including Sir Ratzenpur. My eyes were running bloody and I started chasing my bounty neck with horrible shapes.

The casseroles watching it lead and assemble the Mortairn soldiers.

"Surround yourself. Never let anyone near you."

Something starts.

It was a feeling shared by those with battlefield experience. Confusion and confusion that is unique to the battlefield and obviously feels the intent of someone.

As a private soldier in the Mortairn family, the highest priority here should be to ensure the safety of the casseroles themselves. It is then the protection of aristocratic children such as Pais and Licorice. If the escort object is better solidified, it will be pushed into the middle of the dense formation.

"Apparently, there was information leaking that the prize neck was going to come out. Or maybe that bounty neck itself, the handkerchief someone had."

"I guess the latter. Look, look at that. Running away without force. A unique way for humans to run, long chained. Odd, if you run away, they must also say you're acquitted. The Golden Knight's got his bounty flickered and his mouth stirred up."

To Pais's guess, his father nodded.

For the purpose of creating a conflict here, the most likely one is Yang Dynasty. An act that attempts to serve a different purpose after having prepared an obviously unnatural situation and having the eyes of vigilance pointed towards you.

And in this case, it was extremely likely that another purpose would be the family of the Mortairn family or Miss Liquorice under its asylum.

The Golden Knights will also be named for the aristocracy.

They have far better military instruction than the people there. An extremely effective siege has been carried out and the suspected bandits in the matter have been hunted down.

"Don't get caught one of these days"

"Right. If there's nothing, we'll get caught. I also think it's too bland. Maybe it was a real coincidence or something?

"Well, I don't know. Don't just fail to be vigilant. When it's time to move and run."

"Copy that. What's your priority in letting them get away with it?

"Pais, don't ask me what I understand. Prioritize Miss Licoris and the Territorial Militia. We are the lords."

"Normally the opposite is true... I thought Father would say so"

At the earliest, the catch began to see an end as well.

It's going to be a little confusion in the middle of the parade, and things like that, and the wild horses that surround it are also things that have gathered without a sense of crisis, making it a wall of meat that constrains the movement of the thieves.

They're going to get us soon. It was when everyone felt that way.

A bandit starts burning something. If there was a mistake in the Mortairn family, it would be here. Because he had surrounded himself to protect his escort, he had blocked the sight of Associate Baron Mortairn and his son, who could give instructions.

As a result, the instructions became completely behind us.

"Damn, what is this?"

A slightly yellowish smoke fills the area.

"Gee ho, goe ho. Could this be Hakara?

"From the beginning, were you after this? Geho."

The Mortairn family had a sense of the smell.

Unique odourous flammable material like incense, dried with animal excepted grass. If you light a fire, it is a type of herb known to produce smoke in a grand way.

Besides, I guess it was soaked in some kind of drug, but smoke caught somewhat in my throat.

"Everybody, don't smoke this!! Gohohohohoho."

"Keho, everyone, meditate on your eyes and kneel!! Keho, koho!!

It was the potency of this smoke that casserole and pais noticed.

Casserole in particular is something I've felt more than once on the battlefield. Inflammation of the mucous membrane for the purpose of tears and respiratory failure.

Harmful smoke to be wary of when caught in the wind.

"Once we're out of here, we're out."

"Yes."

Those who retreat from the scene without stopping.

Even in the aristocratic houses around them, some left smoky places without this. And some traveled in tears through the smoke to chase the bandits.

While looking sideways at the drunkards, all Mortairn humans move away with the magic of instantaneous movement.

"Keho, keho"

"Pace, are you okay?

"They shot me in the throat. And everyone else?

"It's something similar. I got hit in the throat and eyes too. I can't stop crying just now with my right eye. In the meantime, Glass, run forward and report the situation."

confusion during the parade and details of it.

The information was naturally communicated to the front of the parade as well.

There were also continued reports that the problem itself was an early end, not only to the bandits that caused it, but also to the medicinal herbs used. The bandits said that those who started out as the Golden Knight had been caught hanging out here all the time, tearing up their winnings in anticipation of the prize. Regarding smoke, too, it spread naturally around and by the time it was well reported, there were no particular problems.

Those responsible for the parade who heard about it decide, by contrast, that there was no major problem and that the parade will continue regardless of triviality.

One of them was Baron Lunsbadge, who giggles like he thinks he is.

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"Then, stupid. I bet you can dance with that... well, songs..."

The grunt came from the baron of the matter.

In front of him is the boy performing a stunning sword dance without complaining and the appearance of Miss Huberlek singing along with it.

Now, in the Baron's head, he was filled with the thought that it was incredible. I rather didn't want to believe the sight in front of me as a fact.

Perfect measures prepared with great care to crush valuable handkerchiefs, burn people in trouble for gold and not connect them to themselves. It should have been.

Disguised as an accident involved, it crushes the Mortairn family Xiaozhi and its surroundings. The operation to ruin the afterlife should have been successful.

He stared at Associate Baron Mortairn, biting his remorse all the way through and fixing the wind of nothingness.

Quite far from the baron, the king had a conversation with the father of the boy performing the sword dance.

"Hmm, isn't that a great dance"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

If it is also the voice of Wang Naoto, it is an honorable story and gathers the ears and eyes of the human beings around him.

Rumor hero and young king. It is a feast for those who have made the times.

"As far as reporting goes, I hear a lot of people hurt their eyes and nose when they caught it. I hear there were quite a few people with sore throats. I also hear your place was in the vortex. My son and I must have had sore eyes, nose and throat... but I don't think it's the dance of the throat-slapped."

"I agree. I also had a sore throat, but my son was ready, and thanks to this, I managed to recover this way."

"Well, is this... sugar confectionery?

"Yes. My son says it's called throat candy. You think it will help relieve the symptoms of inflammation in the mouth and throat? The more it actually works, as you can see."

King Carrison was surprised, with specificity. to the mere fact that candy has even a pharmaceutical effect.

The sword dance just plugged in the middle.

The boy dancing in front of the grownups is not a special honor student like falling and waking up for free. Instead, he is soggy enough to detect the obstruction of this hand beforehand and use it to improve commodity value and hustle and bustle. That's the same as your father.

Beginning in Shiites, the concern of the Mortairn family wisdom bags was not to attack them directly, but to be harmed in a subtle and convoluted manner.

Of all the means cited for this purpose, the hardest way to prevent it was with methods such as this one.

Smoking hands with smoke is common in kingdoms. The possibility of taking away my eyes and voice was suggested.

As a means of combating it, it was this pre-preparation of the Mortairn family that had the means to treat the eyes and throat.

"I see, I can snort that you're going to be a pro"

"Ha. I think he's a well done son."

Soon, the sword dance was moving faster. Is it time to finish?

If you have a sore throat, it's hard to make intense moves from here. Performing intense movements in difficult breathing situations is difficult in addition to. I have the difficulty of wearing a mask and running.

Conversely, it can be seen that none of the effects of the morning raids have been felt, even in terms of the fact that that much intense movement can be made.

A streamlined and undistilled sword dance. Excellent dance that no one can forbid to admire. The fact that it was a single-digit boy dance of his age was coupled with a continuation of his admirers.

Another great song to go with dancing. It is a breathtaking performance and a perfect afterlife that I don't think belongs to a child. Those gathered will admire the fact that it was a ball hosted by the Duke.

"The dance is brilliant again. Take care of the talent that's coming to take charge of our country."

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Angel singing echoed in the future the king sees.