Sweet Reincarnation

One fall day. Heavenly high horse fat yuru autumn. Beautiful sunny morning.

In a relaxing atmosphere, one boy sips (soots) bean tea.

In a sense of relaxation, reminiscent of the beginning of a refreshing and idyllic day, he told me to whisper. It's like, it's a beautiful day, and I whine.

"We're going to have a duel. The promised date and time is noon the day after tomorrow. The location is the courtyard of the Enzensberger Borderline Bojia Separate Mansion in Wangdu. His opponent is Count Aurion's second son. They say losing swallows one of their demands."

"Huh? What is it all of a sudden?

A duel is usually an act of life.

The girl, cut out like a public tale on such an important matter, listened back unexpectedly without understanding what had been said.

Boys and girls. The two, Pastry and Liquorice, were in a room at the Lords' Palace in Thursden, Mortairn territory, taking a cup of tea, but all Pastry suddenly said was bewilderment for the girl.

"Yesterday, actually. This is when I interrupted the separate residence of the Enzensberger border uncle..."

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"I sign up for a duel with you!!

A man named the Count's second son, who suddenly appeared before the pastry.

White gloves thrown at your feet are like an application for a duel. It can't be called a formal manoeuvre, but if Pais picks this up, it's the guy called Implicit Understanding in an aristocratic society who will be accepting the duel.

So Pace tried to leave the scene, ignoring it.

"Hey, wait. Are you still a man? Don't run away!!

"Even if they say so. I don't know if you're really the Count's child, and I don't know why you've been offered a duel in the first place, and I don't know the terms of the duel. It would be weirder to think you'd take this."

In the first place, dueling is one of the means for resolving problems between individuals in the same capacity, not according to trial procedures, etc.

In a society where the justice system is immature and where no police mechanism exists, for example, there is the principle of self-redress that must protect one's own interests and safety. A duel is considered one of its ways.

Originally, in the Kingdom of God, the supreme power of judicial power rests with the King.

When something is rubbing, it is the king who can make the final decision. In particular, it is also the duty of the king to rule, since the royalty and the nobility, if left alone, go as far as the clash of military might.

But it is also a waste of time and effort, and physically impossible in the first place, for the king to judge all the rubbing.

It also exists to say that when both parties collide with each other in justice, as kings, they cannot judge. Because it is a world of scarce scientific knowledge, some would be criminals who, despite being circumstantially obvious, would be unsubstantiated and acquitted.

When this happens, we have to admit that there is also a limit to what is called the King's judicial power.

How to solve a problem that the king cannot judge.

In the end, we have to settle our own problems, talk about it.

Nobles of the Kingdom of God, without exception, are all knights. Not all who fight on horses are said to be aristocrats, but all aristocrats can fight on horses. This is because in the divine kingdom, which originally took the city state as its national occurrence, the warrior class that protects the city has a history of becoming a privileged class, connected to the civic class that participates politically as it is.

Nobility in the Kingdom of God must be the first knight to fight before being a politician or a bureaucrat.

Therefore, even when the nobles try to solve their problems on their own, they will be fine knights.

There were a handful of people who came to the conclusion that their brains were muscular enough to fight to settle.

A system that exists for them. That is the duel justice system.

However, this was also a system that could not be established without the consent of both parties.

"Ugh, I know about Enzensberger Borderline Uncle, and I'm sure your Excellency will understand why!!

"Then tell Uncle Enzensberger's border directly. If it's an offer from Uncle Borderline, let's talk about it."

"Don't forget that word!!

The fussy man picked up the gloves he threw himself back and went into Uncle Borderline's mansion.

Without dropping it off, the three Mortairns head to the luxury lodging. On the road, Pais and Caserol talk with their necks tilted.

"What the hell was that?

"Don't ask me. Pais more than that. You're not imitating me buying people's grudges where I don't know."

"I don't think I would buy unnecessary grudges because I am committed to behavioral integrity. If you are jealous or jealous, you may be buying it, but if so, your father is on a great deal right now. Cheap sale of jealousy."

"Well, yeah."

Around the square of conduct, Gallaghans and others walking behind doubted their ears. It is only for the record that I thought about whether I had remembered the meaning of the word "righteous behavior" by mistake.

I can stay up late.

Back at the Inn, when we were sorting out the information we had recently obtained here in Wangdu, etc., between father and son.

It was nightfall, but the innkeeper told me he had a visitor.

"Someone has come to tell Associate Baron Mortairn that I really want to see him right now, but let's figure it out."

"To me?

"Father. Did you even buy a grudge that could push you at night?

"Why does that happen? So, did you name the customer?

"Yes, they were named Uncle Enzensberger Borderline and Count Aulion respectively"

High nobility is the guest who has pushed without any prior appointments in the evening.

I didn't think it was just a matter of time, so I looked at my parents and children.

Then we can't just throw him back.

"Right."

"Let me show you to your room."

The innkeeper said he was awed and backed off, bowing his head to the words of Casserole.

It wasn't until right after that that the lights on the core would illuminate the two weary faces that looked pale and their escorts.

Consolidated by a few escorts, there are two people at the center. On one side, the three Mortairns also found out who. A handsome man who can't go wrong among all the moving lights. Enzensberger border uncle.

The other one, later in the forties. Or look like a fifty, gray-haired man. He's creating the feeling that he said he was a hard worker, a lean man. He named himself Earl of Aulion.

The two figures, also there in the foreground, uttered words of apology with regret for Casserole and Pais.

"I took care of my family and put my precious son away. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to be rude on such a night, but if Sir Mortairn is magically returned to your territory, we can't even chase him, so it depends on how he goes out. Overlapping, sorry for the inconvenience."

"This is still the end of the samurai, so it's no problem to talk abruptly at night. Enemy is what strikes us day and night. However, even if you suddenly apologize, as for this one, I have no idea what you're talking about. Can I ask you for an explanation first?

"Yes."

The first person to explain it was the Enzensberger Borderline Uncle. At first, it was a troubled conversation about where to start.

"Right...... let's start with the premise. Of course you know Sir Mortairn has a daughter named Oliga."

"That, of course. We've met several times."

"In the first place, my Oliga is my eldest daughter and only daughter. I had a brother who died prematurely, and because he was a child of the side chamber and was also sick and weak, until about a year ago, I was going to let Oliga take my son-in-law and inherit the Uncle Borderline family."

"I think it would be a reasonable decision"

"Therefore, after considering all the conditions, the son of the Earl of Aurion, who is here. I was engaged to your second son, Lord Seljan."

"I see."

If you are going to join your son-in-law in the Borderline House, it is certainly a good condition that you are the Count's second son. There is not so much separation in the title that it becomes an extremely common form of engagement.

As a northern landlord, that would have been a lot of things to wish for son-in-law. It's a reverse ball. If you were engaged in any of the choices you had, you would have worked hard on your son-in-law's side.

"Even as an engaged person, there was something somewhat presumptuous about it, but with a one-way personality for it, I didn't hate Origa. He was an excellent martial arts, righteous young man and appreciated the fact that he was healthy. It is also a necessary element in our role model of preparing for external enemies, in that it is bright to the military. In that regard, Count Aurion's second son is excellent."

"Oh... you sure were someone like that"

Pais was also convinced by the description of his personality. If you're going to accept the highly presumptuous type, which is likely to push a sense of pretentious justice, it's because I remembered that I was the other person to convince you.

"If you're in a position as a borderline uncle, I thought you were a good opponent. But I don't think Oliga was in the mood."

Why is that again?

"It seems that his one-way part, on the contrary, was too heavy. He said he didn't need it, he delivered flowers every day, and even though he said he was embarrassed, every time he boasted that he was his own fiancée, there were parts of him that didn't fit his personality."

"Is there a personality mismatch"

So, Phew and Uncle Borderline sighed.

As a man who takes away the aliases of casserole and the kingdom's best pro-food, his daughter's feelings are of such importance that they kick in a little political intent. It was a sigh of death, although it complicated her mind as a parent because she considered her daughter's feelings.

"So it was just last year that the Count and I dissolved our engagement after consultation, and once again we were looking for a fiancée."

"That's a common story."

Noble betrothals, for example, cannot be counted on, and flow into the water even depending on the political and economic situation, or the mood of the Lord.

With that in mind, it is easy to be comfortable with the circumstances, such as Uncle Borderline, who decided to dissolve her engagement in view of her daughter's feelings.

Regardless of the reason, it would be the opinion of everyone on the spot that the very story of dissolution of the engagement is not uncommon.

"From there, I will."

That's what Count Aulion started talking about.

"My son, Serjan, has been informed by me of the dissolution of my engagement with Miss Origa. He was in love with Miss Oliga, so he wasn't convinced. He seemed to have swallowed up only the fact that he managed to dissolve it, but he still thought of Miss Origa."

"Well, if you just listen to that, it would certainly be a one-way thought"

It's a bit of a drama if you care about your fiancée and even if you break up, you make her feel better.

Although the point of being one-sided would be unfortunate, it can be said that it is too much of an element for the person to come up with.

"My unconvincing son seems to have done a lot of research on his own. That said, foreign affairs, including information-gathering, seemed to be a bad area, and quite a handful. He couldn't use our own privately, so he tried to do something with his own handover."

"I see."

"When that happens, it really only gathers chigu information, but it looks like we've organized the information for Serjan. So I sort out the results..."

"Results?

"They concluded that Miss Origa's new fiancée must be Sir Pastry-Mortellen,"

"Why?!

I was surprised at where I could go wrong and how that would happen, and the pastry, and the casserole.

"The time for the dissolution of the engagement was a year ago. Lord Pastry engaged before and after that period. He is the daughter of the Borderline Uncle family. A flying beauty is my fiancée. It is also easy for fathers to come to the north with the wizard of [instant travel]. Lord Pastry himself is a wizard and promising for the future. Sir Mortairn was recently dubbed, so he has momentum in the house… etc. This is what Sergian was gathering in fragments."

"Oh...... I see"

The current fiancée of Pais is indeed the daughter of the Borderline Uncle family. However, she is the fourth woman of the Fuberlek Border House. I am not the eldest daughter of the Enzensberger Borderline Uncle family. Poor accuracy of information could be an element of misunderstanding.

"She came there and heard about Miss Origa finally deciding officially who to marry in the Wang capital. I heard about seeing Miss Oliga in the city."

"Oh, it's an example ball."

"That's right. My son, who couldn't stay or stand, said he jumped out into the city wanting to talk to Miss Origa for just one word. So they were wandering around the house of the Enzensberger border uncle..."

"That's all you ask, you're like a suspicious person"

"Exactly. Absolutely embarrassing."

I wander around the house looking for a one-sided person and wandering to see him at first sight.

Take it all the way or with a stalker. From what I don't know the circumstances, it would definitely be the latter.

"And today. I saw a large number of servants jump out of Uncle Borderline's mansion. If you catch one and ask, the Enzensberger Border Uncle is looking for Sir Mortairn to deliver Miss Origa's love text. This was finally driven by the impatience of Sir Pastry-Mortellen, who took Miss Origa… and his son could not help himself. Apparently."

"What a situation where misunderstandings are creating a misunderstanding"

"And coming out of Uncle Borderline's mansion is like Sir...... if you'll excuse me, child. This is not the person Miss Origa deserves. And he got so high, he applied for a duel by surprise. Those are the circumstances that have caused this disturbance. Sorry again."

"I know exactly what's going on. You will also receive an apology. May I, Father?"

"Oh."

Swallow the circumstances, it was a simple story.

A one-sided man ran wild over misunderstandings. If it's going to be a play, it's going to be everywhere, like a three-dimensional play.

"So what happens to the point where you've applied for a duel?

"That's..."

About the duel signed up for.

The Earl of Aulion said a few words.

"I often told him that it was a misunderstanding, but he insisted that it was a disgrace to take down the duel a man once put in his mouth"

"As a samurai, a strong spirit and unshakeable determination would also be virtuous..."

Casserole smiled bitterly.

Young samurai's, until stubborn. I guess a unilaterally shaken man is going to at least penetrate it as a will.

Quite like, a handy son, but if it's about how his hand hangs, his son hasn't lost either.

I thought so and looked at the child.

Pais seemed to be thinking of something. I have a bad feeling about the casserole.

"Even as we are, I will try to convince Serjan, somehow. So you can forget about the duel. I just need a little time..."

"You don't have to."

"Huh?"

"I know exactly what's going on. In that duel, in the name of Pastry-Mill-Mortellen, I stand in receipt."

Everyone on the spot was stunned by the words of the pastry.

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"Oh, tea is delicious"

"Right.... but why take a duel? It must have been the other guy's misunderstanding, right?

The tea was a little cold because of the long story.

Pace sips another sip of tea when the bean tea still tastes good with fragrance.

"Lord Seljan thought maybe he wanted to separate his feelings."

"Separated?

"Even if I know by my head, I can't sort out my emotions. So you want to sort out your emotions in the part of your pride as a samurai. Win, lose, and you can attach a certain twist to your emotions."

"I know that, but you don't even have to go out with Mr. Pais."

With the satisfaction that my pride as a samurai has been protected, I want to divide my heartbreak. The rationale was understood by Liquorice at all costs.

Except that's for their convenience. Pastry should have no discipline. I will guide my fiancée, but I am not convinced of that part.

And tell Pace to turn away.

Besides, Pace snorts, but nonetheless makes his point.

"As a confectioner, I want to make him smile. With a smile from the bottom of my heart if I can, I want to be able to celebrate Miss Origa's engagement,. Well, is that my self-satisfaction? And..."

"And?"

"I can't think of anyone else."

"What?"

The word is no other HR against a man causing an annoying duel noise.

The girl asked her fiancée what it meant.

"Now, if Rico and I were dissolved, I thought, I might have done the same thing with him, but I didn't think it was human resources."

"It's..."

Liquorice suffered complicated thoughts.

may behave annoyingly, but I don't feel bad if it's thought of all the way there by then. It is a complex thought that

"I want to take care of Rico. Is this annoying?

"No, that's not true. Uh... I'm glad."

Rico blushed unexpectedly in the face of a crisp pais.

"If I, like him, stood on the disengaged side. Maybe I'll sign up for a new fiancée, one of the duels. I thought it would be important for me to accept Lord Seljan's thoughts."

"For self-satisfaction, is it?

"That's right. I'm a selfish man."

"Yeah, I know. Hehe."

Pais and Rico laughed at each other.

At some point, the distance between the two is close enough to touch each other.

Nature and two hands overlapped.

"A man's desire to take care of even the fringe made of engagement. I think I understand."

"Yes."

For a while, silence continues.

Each other feels close to each other. There was more to convey than just exchanging words.

Eventually, he whined his name softly, not either way.

"Rico."

"Mr. Pais."

The two of them had a good vibe. Although.

"Oh hon. How about a cup of tea for both of you?

Suddenly a voice from behind.

To that voice, Liquorice jumped up and was surprised.

"Caela!! What time have you been there?"

"I've been here since the beginning. I was ready for tea."

panicking liquorice and plain samurai Caela. The two of us who have known each other for a long time start to say no.

"That means"

When Pais explored around.

I heard footsteps running away with Dadada. From the footsteps, he said multiple people were peeking.

"Absolutely no alarm, no gap."

The Mortairns, again today, were at peace.