Sweet Reincarnation

I think of the word aristocracy.

aristocracy, if you say in one bite.

There are many colors mixed there, including differences in position and up and down relationships.

In the heavy towns of the country and all the nobles who are useless and have no land, the same is true.

Alternatively, there will be differences between houses where money is roaring and houses where poverty gasps and no poverty free time goes on the ground in various parts, from living to cultural customs.

In such a colorful aristocracy, if we count those who are called the heavy towns of the Kingdom of God, we can do enough with the fingerfolds of both hands.

First of all, we're doing a roundup on all sides, Uncle Four. It is often called the Trilateral Border Uncle in the east, west and north, together with the Count House in the south. Only in the south is the Count family, because it faces the sea and therefore has no borders with other countries, and its influence and economy are no less than those of the other three uncles.

Or the Second Duke. He is a patriarch who inherits the royal bloodstream in colour, with a whispering territory and tremendous influence over the royal family, taking on important duties of the country from generation to generation.

And for adding secretaries of the interior and foreign affairs, they are called heavy towns, which are blind around here.

Apart from that, some houses are called famous houses.

It is the kind of house that lasts from generation to generation from the minister of the founding of the kingdom, or from generation to generation from the one who made the name of merit.

Civil unrest and strife also occurred several times in the Kingdom of God on the southern continent, where there was no constant fighting.

Traditions and formats that survive many battles and survive numerous ordeals but remain today. Again, in the sense of stacked weights, they are at a glance compared to people of similar ranks.

A world where you go weak and strong on the ground. Those whose incompetence is at the top, who are poorly on their feet, who cannot keep up with the times, or who have lost the battle, will fall.

A house that lasted a long time is all there is to overcome the crisis. Home training passed down from generation to generation. rich lands that have been inherited. A bond of subordination that is bound for generations. They come in many forms.

The mines held by one house continue to create wealth all the time. There is also a tradition in one house of tapping into arithmetic by the time a child becomes five. In another house, proprietary swordsmanship theories and tactical theories have been passed down from parent to child.

Such a power that has been cultivated in tradition has made the famous family famous.

There is also a house of momentum now.

What thrives on the special needs of a brilliant wizard, or a new master who is capable of flying off?

Whatever the reason, as I sent the wind with my lid to the burning fireplace, there are occasional momentum houses. This momentum will attract many, and so many.

And if we can keep up the momentum, we're going to be called famous houses and heavy towns.

Among many nobles, those who shine first and foremost differently.

In this glare (eyeliness), there is no such thing as a trivial glow. So there are also those who are troubled.

"Uh-oh, no trouble."

The corner of the aristocratic city of Wang Du.

The man was in a house built quite close to the royal castle. The proximity of the house to the royal castle means that it is of that high standing, and the fact is that this man is the head of a house in the Kingdom of God, also known as Heavy Town and Famous House.

The head of the Enzensberger Border House, with a territory located at the northernmost part of the Kingdom of God and with a small country called the Duchy of Aus as a buffer area, facing major powers such as the Nanotech and Atheos countries.

The first name is Alfred-Mill-Enzensberger.

Blonde, blue-eyed, white and long. Her face is neat and her skin is fine for being over thirty years old.

It is also said that it is because it contains foreign blood, although it is a rare appearance in the Kingdom of God. You think my mother's grandmother was born in a pretty cold country up north?

Just the appearance that whoever sees it answers with a handsome good boy, the bachelor age is so much so that he even went out on an enthusiastic chase, and no woman went out of her way to the northernmost territory or anything?

This man, who seems to be a common enemy to the men of the world, has had serious troubles in recent times.

It is about the romantic circumstances of my beloved daughter, who drowns so much that it does not hurt to put it in her eyes.

Especially today at this time. He was troubled by impeccable circumstances.

"Sir, what is bothering you?

"About this letter."

"Letter to the lady. Who's the letter from?

"From His Highness Lunikis."

"Is it from His Royal Highness the Prince!!

"Yeah. It just arrived earlier."

Ever since we met at the prom, it seems that Borderline Burger Lady Oliga and Prince Lunikis had promised to exchange sentences. He said it was a reply to a letter I gave him first from Oliga. Moreover, the reply to this letter was even mentioned as a reminder that I wanted it as soon as possible.

It's not like I don't have anything to think about my daughter, who was youth without her parents' knowledge, but I want to be more supportive than I have any more good luck with.

In the midst of many other rivals, it is also the duty of the landlord to serve as a hindsight for his beloved daughter, who is about to grasp the heart of the prince.

But that doesn't mean there's no problem.

The big problem right now is one.

"The problem is that our Origa has already left the King's Capital."

"There's nothing you can do about all this. We can't go back in time."

"His Royal Highness's opponent's candidate will set up that hand, and I want to do something about it. It's rare that she's been aggressive."

"Until now, the young lady has had a lot of hard time, so I will guess how her husband feels."

Heavy towns of the state. There are many people in the Wang capital who feel blind if it is also the Border House, which is responsible for one wing of national defense. Seriously, there is also a sense of alienation because there are only people who are not close to each other, as long as they are not usually in the Wang capital.

So to speak, it's a four-sided song state full of enemies all around us. As a borderline uncle who had to devote himself to socializing and politics within his limited allies, he couldn't even care less about his daughter, and had her sent to the territory with a strict escort early after the ball. For one thing, think about your daughter's safety.

It is Alfredo's opinion that some people think overprotections are too much for boxed daughters, but it is too late for something to happen if we stay alert.

Autumn, though still cheerful now. I wanted to take a break and send him home before it would be difficult to get around in the carriage in the winter.

But regardless of your attitude about taking care of this girl, I misread it this time.

I didn't even think that the prince and daughter would suddenly become intimate at a single ball, so a letter from the prince, who thought he still had a daughter (Origa) in the capital of the king, remained on hand in a floating form in the universe.

For running a fast horse north from now on, the reply will be very slow. With so many married women (rivals) changing the color of their eyes and aiming for the prince's favor, this delay can be a decisive loss.

I know other opponents are tough, even if I make a border uncle convinced that my own daughter is the best in the world. That's why I want to avoid losing ground.

That's why I'm worried that there's no good way.

The butler working for Wang Du opened his mouth when he even bothered to let him pretend to be his daughter and to whom he should substitute.

"Sir, I'm not sure, but I've come up with one thing."

"What. At this point, say anything."

"'Cause we came to the point at the gathering of our servants, and recently, Associate Baron Mortairn said he looked a lot like the King's Capital. You still think I'm being called to dinner at the Viscount Carlsen's tonight because of the late celebration of the Duke and some sort of celebration?"

"What about that...... no, I get it. You had the magic of Lord Casserole."

The Enzensberger border uncle is also close to the casserole. My dear fellow idiots, it is sometimes said from around.

For being close, I naturally knew what magic was about.

If you can magically deliver a letter, you can respond faster and more reliably than using a fast horse. If you find out, your hand is going to turn back, a much better hand than the fabrication of a proxy.

Unsure if Associate Baron Mortairn will be caught, but the effect when it goes well is big, Borderline Uncle convinces me.

"Do you think your son can use magic to portray the young lady? In reply to the letter, I wonder if it would be quite effective if you included a picture of your daughter."

"Right. All right, I won't thread the gold. Contact Lord Casserole immediately. Oh, and. You may not need it, but let's also let the early horses come to Wang Du as a next good measure. This one should be wasted."

"Okay. I'll run people fast."

The deacon, who bowed his head and left the field, immediately moves.

It was not so long ago that many servants went out to use from the mansion of Borderline Uncle, but the boulders were the first to be considered deacons of the high nobility.

Fast and secure work. It works like a good example of a deacon.

I was lucky enough to get in touch with Kasserol, who was here for the King's Landing.

Soon, there will be only hope for the Borderlands, and the Associate Baron of Mortairn will go there for use and even to the mansion built on first class in the Noble Town of Wangdu.

Take the offering.

"I knew it would be too big to be Mr. Borderline's apartment."

"Right. It's very different from ours."

Next to the Associate Baron, there was a young man named Gallaghan. He is a newcomer to the position of forest stewardship in Mortern territory. The main job is to look around day and night.

Eighteen years old with brown-looking red hair. He is a young man who cares about having a sobacus, but has a cute face for it. of Ms Caerra, the lady of Liquorice, falls remotely.

The difference between busy and not busy forest management work was extremely intense, so the timing of the free hand coincided just fine with the timing of this visit to Wangdu, so I followed him as an escort for Casserole.

A weak nobleman's men can do anything.

"In the meantime, let's go ask what kind of errands"

"Let's do that."

"Ugly."

And the other one. He had a son beside his father.

Casserole also brings her son around as a chauffeur-driven supporter when she is sociable in Wang Du.

The magic of Pais also explains the occasional fruit of matchmaking photographs (part-time). Because it is often desirable to try one on the spot, etc., it was a very foolish source of income.

Most of that income has disappeared into confectionery ingredients such as fruit.

The three men, Casserole, Pastry and Gallaghan, are put through a large mansion with a reception servant.

"Welcome aboard. Associate Baron Mortairn. This is..."

"My son and his escort."

"This is it. Welcome aboard. As soon as possible, our Lord would like to welcome you. This way, please."

Three people are led to the reception room in a large mansion.

Regardless of the casseroles and pastries that were familiar to the place, Glagan and others, who were also new to entering the aristocratic apartments and so on, looked around that way for a moment. If you think you're still a teenager, you can't help it, but it's not a very praiseworthy attitude either.

Seeing the attitude of the young squire, casserole and others sigh in their hearts. If the escort just forgets the escort assignment and becomes suspicious of behavior, it still gets rude to look around with interest everywhere. I thought this had to be stricter in education, etc.

"Excuse me. Sir, I see Sir Mortairn and his companions."

"Um, please come in."

The reception room was already ready to welcome guests.

The small table provided in the corner of the room will have a basin, and the pot with the hot air standing on it will probably contain hot water. I can see well that the tea is ready.

Casserole and Pais sit on the couch in a way prompted by the masculine borderline uncle, and Glagan immobilizes upright behind the couch. One line of casserole listening to the tea served, where Uncle Borderline took a bite or two due to the omission of poison sight.

After two or three public stories were exchanged without any other love, I got to the point.

After the circumstances were scratched and explained, a single letter was given.

A piece of paper wrapped around a curl, sealed with a wax mark. It is wrapped in parchment with a further seal.

It's too early to think that double wax seals are too much.

The seal inside is the sender, and the paper stamp that wraps it belongs to Borderline Uncle.

If the casserole delivers, it is taken care not to be stolen from inside.

"I want you to bring this to my daughter and get back to me."

"It's an example letter."

"That's right. Thank you is off, so I want you to hurry as much as you can. Is it possible?

"You're a cheap help. If it is the favor of Lord Alfredo, we will gladly undertake it."

Thank you, Lord Casserole.

"What, it's a job that'll be over soon"

There were no lies in the words of Casserole.

In fact, when it comes to what he does, he just uses the magic of instantaneous travel a few times. Besides, it is an easy one because my son uses more magic by making it look like he is using it.

Until you deliver the letter and receive that reply and return. Net, it was less than a minute. The wait I've been waiting for you to write back is about as long as I ate the most time.

Hand the reply, written by Miss Origa, to Uncle Borderline. Regardless, nobody has seen the contents at this point, except Miss Origa and her samurai.

"Lord Casserole. No, Associate Baron Mortairn. Thanks to you for your help."

"No, no. Welcome, I got so much booze. I think I'll enjoy dinner for the time being. Ha ha."

Working for free leaves its roots in the dealings between nobles.

Therefore, the immediate consideration is exchanged, but for the carriage of this letter, wine from the North was given. Rarely did Pace pinch his mouth about the reward, and Casserole went through with the request because he pretended to be a pro fool.

Although it is a new wine that has not been distilled or refined, is like just squeezing the juice, and has not yet been put to sleep, this can be used to make liquor as is. It also makes sense as a seedling bed for quality yeast bacteria, a backward circumstance that Caserol and Pais had hidden belly-black.

Parents and children of bad men hide their smiling faces. Similar parents and children.

It is a good battle with the borderline uncle, who also aimed to take in the subtle Mortairn family, hiding without mentioning who the letter came from and not making him aware of the use of the northern faction, namely the transport of the prince's love letter.

Unexpectedly, good things were obtained, Mortairn parents and children and accompanying squire left Uncle Borderline's mansion with a hock-face.

Now all you have to do is go home. Would you like to taste some of the liquor you received quickly? I thought so.

But there are some bad things in the world after good things.

For whatever reason, they get caught up in it.

"Oh, no, wait. I'll see you there with Lord Pastry-Mortellen."

"Yes, it is, though. Which one is it?

"My name is Serjean-Couz-Mil-Ouryon. Second son of the Earl of Aulion"

"Oh, what can I do for you, Sir Serjean-Ourion?

The man, who named himself Serjan, apparently waited in front of Uncle Borderline's mansion.

A hundred and ninety centimeters tall is a long, slightly stiff figure being worked out.

And he called Pais to rest, and he threw what he had in his hand.

"I sign up for a duel with you!!

Potri, and what fell at the boy's feet. It was white gloves.