Sweet Reincarnation

"Ha ha, always battle!!

A man close to two meters tall sets up a sword on the big upper stage.

"Anytime."

Relatively, a small body that remains young enough to even seem to lack the word small.

Have a small shield and a sword the size that fits your body and set it up in nature. It was a slightly uncomfortable arrangement to hide the shield on his back.

It is the duel of the Earl of Aulion family Serjean-Coose Mill Aulion vs. the Mortairn family Pastry-Mill Mortairn.

The witness is served by the person of the Enzensberger Border House. Uncle Borderline himself was absent because he was busy.

The Enzensberger Border House, a heavy town that brings together the northern part of the Kingdom of God. This duel, which was to take place in the courtyard of its King's Capital mansion. By the time it started, there was a lot going on.

A battle decided after an extra bend. political intentions or the emotions of the person. Thoughts and considerations. Common sense, pride, honor or decency. It is certain that various things are intricately intertwined.

But to face each other, whoever holds the Noble. To this end, the extra clutter was unnecessary and we both concentrated on the battle.

Those who surround themselves are also watching where the two battles go.

"Which one will win?"

"Think normally, you're Lord Aulion's. That physical difference is too unfavourable just because some of our young men are insane, cod-out, unscrupulous and annoying pranksters."

"Nicolo, you can just say you're here."

"Right. If the budget I've been adjusting around the corner has been turned upside down for strange vegetables, there are ten or twenty things to say."

"I know how you feel. So, which one do you want me to win?

"It's young or not. I don't want to see that guy lose."

For the Mortairns, it is important (oh and oh) if it is to be a duel in sight.

The vast majority of the family, including Casserole and Shiites, Glasage and Nicolo, watched over the pastry. Leaving a handful of voicemails, it's almost close to total mobilization.

"It moved!!

It was Serjan who moved first. He stood in a large, swinging position, packing the time in the same position, swinging it down all at once.

A wind incision. That tells the story of power. Proof left that you didn't fail to train your sword martial arts.

But Pais is trained accordingly. Especially when it comes to defense, it has been thoroughly knocked in. He also has experience in action and has more than a crowd of courage.

Calm down, move your body, avoid the sword. It was easy to wield, such as a sword that just stood directly on top and swung down.

One-handed offense.

Once again, the two rebuilt each other's skill in just that.

Serjan's attacks were not half as powerful. Being a fairly high-powered opponent, Pace exposes his vigilance.

Against Serjan, too, he can put his strength into his sword-shaking hand when he looks like an insult to a child and is not a good opponent.

The world of swords is the world of strength.

Talent, constant effort, accumulation of experience, momentary alarm. Anything is good, but the winning balance leans heavily toward those who have a slightly higher strength than their opponents anyway.

The next move came from Pais.

It's a move that dares to move into oblique rows and try to take it in its own time while calculating the positioning off the muscles of the sword that Serjan holds large overhead.

A small paice is a better way to get into nostalgia than to be away from a big opponent.

"Well, I'm going to miss it."

"Leaving is detrimental to young people. It would be easier to stay away if we were to defend ourselves, but when we see that we're trying to pack a deal, we're going to attack."

What I see around me, too, I could see Pace's thoughts.

Naturally, it was a cautious move for the opponent to confront.

"Oh, they changed their minds."

"If you look at where you stand next to your hips, you're looking to stop your legs with a horizontal gizzard. You can attack a slightly moving opponent with a horizontal giraffe on the surface. Good hands."

"For that matter, it is easy to be defended, but the boy is weak and thinks he is unfavourable to receive. If the boy gets it, he's gonna play every defense he's got."

"Young ladies will know that, too. Aren't you going to change your attacker?

A shake from a large upper stage is a type of attack bias. A blow special is the creed with weight on it, a temper to cut and throw away every defense.

If it is a lateral giraffe after standing on the side, the axis of the lower back becomes the liver. It doesn't weigh as much as a shake, but for that matter, it's hard to avoid.

Such an extremely preliminary exchange.

Naturally, even as a pais, you should change your attacker, or step back and re-compartmentalize. Yes, everyone thought so.

But Pais takes it with a grin that Serjan lays down. And I put up my shield and went in.

"Stupid, it's suicide!!

Whose shout was the shout?

Those who were watching games around. Not only the families of the Mortairn family, but also those of the Earls of Aulion and the Enzensberger Borderline Uncle, are moments when they unite their hearts in exactly the same opinion.

A powerful, flash of horizontal giraffe is released.

Already in time. Pais has to take it with a shield. I was just bounced off and finished with a shaky blow of grate at the boy who lost his posture.

Everyone was convinced of Pace's loss.

That moment.

Serjan looked stunned, stopping the pitch and the sword.

The unnatural behavior took its toll.

Serjan, whose sword is poked by Pais, declares his loss.

"That's it. Winner, Sir Pastry-Mortellen"

A witness tells the winner. At that moment, my surroundings turned.

Many of those around me who didn't know what had happened were decent without being convinced by it.

"What? What the hell happened?

Pais and Serjan with their swords.

We praised each other for fighting well.

"Complete defeat. I never thought I'd come at you like this. I feel reminded of immaturity, too."

"Did you help cut off the untrained?

"Oh. If this had been a battlefield, I would have died. I forget everything I've been through, I think I'm reborn, and I'm going to work myself out again from scratch."

"Yeah. Feeling reborn is also a good experience. I understand very well."

A man who looks like his possessions have fallen because he has lost.

The boy also praised it in an atmosphere that seemed delightful.

But many are not convinced. Too much settlement was attached. One of the grievances is likely to arise.

Didn't know what was going on. Faces tried to ask the two of them what was going on.

At that time, a conspicuous Shiites found traces of small work on the shield that Pais had.

"Fong, this..."

"Oh, it's Miss Origa's figure painting. You'll be able to draw well."

"Use this for defense, boy, eh? I can't do much!!

"If I can hang up, I can turn down the untrained as well. Even if I lose, I can just turn down the untrained. Either way, it's a good thing, isn't it? Tehe."

"Tehe, it's not. What a cowardly hand."

"Well, we won, so the details are good."

"It's not good!!

The hand Pais used is to [transcribe] the picture of Miss Borderline in the shield. That's true when it comes to wizard-like fighting, but it's true that it's a pretty nasty hand.

If we don't completely cut off the untrained against her, we won't be able to attack this without hesitation. Some people laugh at mischievous things and others laugh.

Furthermore, if they were told that they had also prepared a hand that distracted them by placing them in a distant position and saying, "Ah, Master Origa is watching" etc., the closer they held their heads to their parents.

Fathers and others also decided to impose special training on Pais when he rebuilt his path before using his devious hands.

"Well, it's a man and a man promise. Let's keep our promises more than we lost in the duel I told you about. Sure, I heard you say one thing."

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm ready. Come on, say anything."

Determined death, there is the word.

That's what I mean when I refer to having a heart that's also ready to die.

When facing Pais with the look that Serjan had in mind, that is also what he was prepared to do.

Analogy, no matter what they say. I was ready for that even when they told me to throw my life away. If they told me to give you money, I'd give you everything I had, but I was going to prepare it.

Seeing that readiness, Pais nodded one.

"Well, I have one favor to ask you"

"Please?"

"Yeah. I want you to meet someone and be prepared to devote your whole life to that person. Whatever, it's different if they say no..."

"Ha."

The puzzling suggestion of Pais.

Serjan, while feeling transformed into something, acknowledged it with a feeling of reopening.

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In the Kingdom of God, there exists a defence imperative called the Fourth Uncle.

Just as the Enzensberger Border Bob is in the north, so is each house in the south-east that serves to bring the region together.

Of which, the southern bourgeois.

Everyone knows the landlord even in the Kingdom of God. Count Ratesh's house.

With a maritime stronghold in the territory, and among the four uncles in the sense of abundance, there were various problems every day in this house at the top.

Do it. Don't you get the package you were planning on doing, or some people come here to tell you to lend me the money to do it, or do it. Because the sea is rough, there are people who break out without a job?

Where money gathers, people gather, and if people gather, trouble also arises.

However, the proper handling of these issues is also the affairs that generations of Uncle Ratesh have done as lords.

Solemnly every day, generations of Ratesh uncles have solved many challenges and odds. Its power is now alive and well in the form of stability in the south.

But for the modern-day Uncle Ratesh, there is only one major problem that has been a concern since he took office but which he has been unable to solve all along.

It is a matter of the fact that Countess Ratesh (who calls herself twenty-eight years old) is still single.

Uncle Ratesh, arguably a southern male, also has many enemies.

When the atmosphere seemed to allow for a good friendship, there were a large number of people who could be crushed with those hands.

Besides, the conditions are tight in the first place. It is the rank of the Count, but only because it is in a position called the Heavy Town of the Nation, a higher rank is required of the Son-in-law than of the other Counts. Among a few aristocratic houses, there is no such thing as a house with a son-in-law who can enter a boundary-like or duke-like house.

Even if there were a man with conditions or a man within the scope of a compromise, a man like the one who was looking for property in the Count's territory, even if the Countess herself refused.

Many thoughts and various circumstances have repeatedly led to the vicious circle that contemporary Uncle Ratesh's marriage problems continue to be stretched out after the resolution, which makes marriage more difficult to marry.

Now here comes the Savior who breaks that vicious circle.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Thank you so much, so much!!

It was a man named Coreton-Engels who wept and took Pastry's hand.

He is a strong man who serves as chief squire in Uncle Ratesh's territory, but he was sneezing his aged engraved face and crying.

"To Miss Brioche...... no, no thanks to the Hall for introducing me to such a good lord!!

"No. Gratitude, etc. It's an honor to be able to take good advantage of Uncle Ratesh."

Conditions put out by Pastry winning duels.

It is "whoever is sincere enough to be the fiancée of Countess Ratesh".

Originally, Pace set up a pageant when he saw that Sergian had a serious personality, no matter where his assumptions were strong, "The special effect of heartbreak is new love".

Countess Ratesh is so talented that she is also said to be a lady. He has shown unpleasant spicy arms when it comes to home affairs and diplomacy.

However, only with regard to the military, there were shortcomings due to women. No matter how you train your body, you are inferior in strength to the tenacious knights. Because of women, clearing up the feelings of others that I don't think I would rely on with regard to the battle was more difficult than there were gender differences.

Therefore, it was hoped that the son-in-law, who looked bright and successful in the military, would be a full score in that regard.

Originally, he was to become a son-in-law of the Borderline House. It was also passed after scratching a rigorous assessment of his father, who cared about his beloved daughter in addition.

Needless to say about the family, my parents are wealthy houses, and my family is close. A neutral standing position that does not belong to a faction that is either factionally or neglected. The person, physical and mental, looks good there.

From what point of view, it was Serjan, who had no complaints, but later, it depended on the compatibility between him and the other party.

"So, what was the outcome of your meeting with His Excellency the Count?"

"That's what the hall seems to like about him, as well, and now we're both strolling in the courtyard together"

Countess Ratesh liked Serjan for several reasons.

Particularly significant among them was the point of "not seeing oneself as an earl". Since he succeeded to the countenance, all the men who would come by couldn't help but seem to flock to the status of Count.

In that regard, the young man, who had been facing sincerely from the front, was quite well impressed, as the word "honestly."

Instead of being called Uncle Ratesh, it was called Miss Brioche for more than a decade, no, if you did poorly, it wouldn't have been nearly twenty years.

Conditions without complaint, even as the Count's position. I like my face for what it is, and my attitude is honest. And the peace of mind that he sees himself well, not in his title.

Sometimes since I was a girl, the Count even felt it.

For the first time in a long time, Uncle Ratesh is a little overwhelmed by a relationship he can forget his position with. Still, I'm on a date in the courtyard with my arms together. I'm just enjoying this from the bottom of my heart.

By nature, a single woman strolls with a man who's not even her fiancée, and so on, not much praise either.

Still, it is also proof left that Ancient Ginseng's men watch with warm eyes, hoping that this time it will work out.

"It won't be that far away for you to get engaged to the Hall."

"Well, congratulations."

"I definitely want that to happen. Finally, this day... Ugh."

Casserole looks at Pais, who was beside him, consoling Coreton, who cries delightfully at the mundane applause.

"You, since when have you been drawing plans for this pageant?

"Was it ever since I heard you at the inn?"

"Then why don't you talk to me from the beginning, you stupid son"

"There he is. Father, please don't fist bone (goo). At least with a flat hand (par) if you want to tap..."

My son is a genius who makes extra work by scratching things around.

That's how Casserole concluded.

"Congratulations for now, so why don't you go home?

"Right."

From a suddenly blown dueling disturbance, he is relieved that it has subsided to fit, and the Pais and the others return home to the Lords' Palace in Thursden.

After all, when I got home, I calmed down, etc., the arrow tip that each thought.

The greeting was there too, and Licorice stopped Pais.

"Mr. Pais, it's a big deal"

"What's up?

"A duel!!

"I'm done with that..."

I just got home from a duel riot.

It's finally over now, Pais said.

"No. It was Mr. Marc who said he was going to duel!!

"What?!

Pais rushed to his best friend.