Sweet Reincarnation

Marcarlo-Droba. Eleven years old at the time. My nickname is Marc.

In Mortairn territory, a born Mortairn child, born and raised in the house of a squire called the ancient ginseng, in Mortairn territory.

As a matter of fact, I was born not in the main village (Zarsden), but in the western village (Kochen).

I have one sister downstairs. He also had two brothers, one of whom died when he was a baby. The eldest son of three brothers and sisters. My uncle and his cousins also live in the same house.

The same eldest son, he grew up as a good childhood tamer with the Mortairn family pastries, and together he has plagued the adults.

Pastry sisters also have a childhood relationship.

Josephine, among other things. Josephine and I used to play a lot when we were close in age. We are so close to each other that we call each other sister Jose, Marc.

I hate studying, but moving my body is like a common hungry ghost who is good at annihilation. However, the sense of justice is strong, and the children of the main village don't do much fights because Marc doesn't overlook the hand over the fight early.

Well, there's something about this boy that's been bothering me lately.

It is that a man has appeared to be somewhat intimate with his best friend and closest girlfriend, Luminito.

The man's name is Arlach-Ahunov. His nickname is Al.

He is the son of Tobaiam, who became a new servant of the Mortairn family this year, thirteen years old in Zarsden, with a privileged physique conceded by his father and a cool face similar to that of his mother, which attracts the popularity of girls.

For the reason that his father was in search of a job, Saint Separate Rituals is the only one he has yet to receive, but sometimes referred to as two older, Lumi or Marc, and also a boy with a dependable atmosphere that goes hand in hand with the appearance.

Until recently, she was at her mother's home, a child who felt a little like an urban child, unlike people who grew up in the countryside, such as Mortairn territory.

Since his father is in charge of policing the new village (Le Milotte), he also acts as a relay between the children who emigrated from the premises and those who were originally in Mortaire territory.

The arlach was now talking amicably with Lumi as a result of the bean hunting competition.

Last year, Lumi, who had done well last year, spoiled to second place this year. Who was first, Arlach's squad.

The bean hunting competition was quite exciting this year. At first Lumi and Marc's squads, although they were leading in a familiar way, won the reversal after Arlach's squads rolled back to the end thanks to his work and engaged the Dead Heat.

When it came to who was to blame for the success of the bean hunting competition, which ended during the great festivities, it was clear that it was also in Arlach beside them.

"Al is awesome!!

"It's no big deal. I was lucky."

"Nothing. When you grabbed the beans, you grabbed three or four the same way I grabbed two. After all, because Gatai is big, his hands are big too?

"I don't think the size of my hand is very different from the others."

"Give me your hand for a second. Let's compare them together."

Lumi and Arlach compare the size of their hands. Sometimes just after we both went bean hunting, the area around the nails looks green. The fragrance that is unique when the grass is crushed is aromatic from both hands.

If you try putting palms on each other, Al is still bigger with a blessed physique. In terms of length, there was a difference of about one finger joint.

He said, "Do it."

"Really. Lumi's hands feel small and cute"

"Don't say that!!

"Ha, sorry"

For Lumi, I am well aware that I am smaller than the bastards. They all grow taller and think they should get bigger. But in the future, from her wanting to become a squire under Pace and make use of the sword, the small size of her back is a complex.

Al laughs lightly and recieves, though he makes him angry when he tells him it's not good.

Because that's what makes you feel like you can afford to be an adult again, Lumi gets even more annoyed and finally flies a punch. Pigeon tail aim from light traction hitting.

It's the speed of my hand that makes my grandmother my daughter's grandmother.

If you try Al, it's a punch from a girl smaller than you. I've had some good fisting and I'll take it easy. Or sneer.

The start of punching and defensive rewards, which also look like a twist, has been a sight we've seen a lot here lately.

I wonder if getting along is beautiful.

Adults. Among other things, for those who were taken up as squire this year, it was anxious and rather frightening to see if the families they called in would be accepted in the village.

That's how, when we see each other getting along, we can see that it was a worry.

He looked like he was smiling, watching the kids.

Whereas we are all favored, it is Marc who is watching beside us with complex emotions swirling around.

"Something's not funny."

It was childish, I felt honest.

A well-dressed, older, dependable, and hopeful man. It's not like he's got a bad personality, you can tell he's a pretty good guy if you talk to him. Try Marc, it's not like you don't like Arlach. I think he's more of a preferred person.

However, the better he is, the more strange and repentant and hostile he is for some reason. Especially when it's tangled with lumi.

Marc had no feelings for himself.

"Damn, don't hit me"

"Ha ha, Lumi is still undertrained. Whoa, that was pretty dangerous."

"Don't spare my Special Attack!!

Al twisted his body and avoided while half-step down Lumi's spinning kick.

Around here, the girl's breath has already risen.

"Why, ha"

"Lumi, leave it around. That's enough."

"Hey!!

"If you don't have enough training, you can give Grandma an audition. Look, if you don't sweat, you're gonna catch a cold."

"Knock it off!! I'll punch you in the face one day. Al, remember!!

Marc stopped it, which seems to have set him apart for once.

Lumi returns home with a fuzzy nose and a wind like after a short walk.

Marc and Al dropped off their hindsight.

"Ha, as always, Lumi is fine. But it won't work for me unless I work out some more. Look, Marc would think so, too."

"Oh."

Al, who speaks to Marc intimately. For the older guy, naturally because Marc doesn't isolate him, but the voiced side somehow stopped responding.

"What's the matter with you? Something grumpy going on?

"That's not true."

"Then what is it?"

Al's words that worry me about myself.

Marc shrugs like it's hard to say after a while of silence just knowing how to care.

"... hey Al"

"Hmm?"

"I'd like to ask you something, uh... well..."

"I don't know, why don't you just sit down?

After a fiercely competitive exercise in bean hunting. Though they are old enough not to know how tired they are, they get sloppy standing.

Where the two of us sat down on the ground, Marc expressed his doubts.

"Well... it's you. Is there someone you like?

It was a straightforward question.

A roundabout rush or a far-flung conversation can't even be done by an 11-year-old boy. Some silver-haired boy who can do that is just unusual, and usually something I would ask straight if I wanted to. A child would be exaggerated.

To the sudden question, he was a decent Al for a moment, but when he knew what the question meant, he burst into tears and grinned with his belly.

"Damn, Kuha, that's not true. Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"I was just wondering. I knew you'd just come over here and never have a kid like that, right?

It's still shallow to come over.

That was why it was a question, but the answer was not what Marc expected.

"I'm here."

"Huh?"

From where I was laughing, Al suddenly answers in the face.

What surprised me about that was the questioner I heard.

"Who is it, that!!

I just wanted you to answer that I'm not here.

It is also something I did not want to clarify, although I am glad that what I was no longer doing is clear. In a hurry, Marc asks who it is.

To the momentum, while feeling a little pressured, Al replied.

"Who the hell... it's up to your childhood friend"

"Become!!

On Marc's head, it was Luminito, who had just broken up, and Pastry, who is not here now, that came to mind when he was told he was childhood friendly.

I don't have to wonder which one it refers to. Marc decides that it must be about Lumi.

"Oh, what's so good about him?"

"That's a cute place. Yeah, my face is cute, too, but I don't know what to say, the overall vibe is cute. My personality, there's something a little rambling about it, but I know there's something sweet about it. You know better when it comes to childhood."

"Well, that's true."

"Right?"

Lumi's house is a family of ancient ginseng squire.

Though we will have to have a house sooner or later because our brothers will inherit the house, we are quite blessed in Mortairn territory when it comes to pedigree.

Even in her face, she has a reputation for being both girly these days. Good health goes hand in hand with a bright atmosphere, which is pretty cute for the grandfather generation. For some reason they call me Lumifang and I treat him like a boy.

And even though there was something a little rough about it, it also had the tenderness of the crowd.

I notice when they say it, the charm of Luminito. In retrospect of that, you can't deny it's the wrong thing to do.

"If you'll be my daughter-in-law in the future, I think so."

"Marry?!

"Well, I'm almost an adult, too. It's not weird to have a wife."

"Sure, yeah, but okay."

In the Kingdom of God, about thirteen to fifteen years of age is the common age of majority. Regardless, because each territory has different local colors, traditions, or cultural backgrounds, it is not absolute, nor is it ruled out.

The rules around Mortarn territory are still vague because of the emerging territories. In particular, it is now up to each house to judge how old it is to perform the ritual of adulthood because a large number of people have moved from the margins here lately.

Given Al's year of thirteen, it's not strange that he's already done another ritual of holiness.

And if you are an adult person, marriage is also possible.

"But now I can't have my wife. There's a big problem."

"Problem?"

Not a bad face either. Not bad personality either. The motor nerves were also proven in the bean fields the other day. I also have guts. Hot for girls, too. Even Lumi doesn't hate Al anything else.

Marc couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"I'm still anxious about the future. I'm still not worried about what happened to me."

"Really?

"Oh. This isn't about my wife, then"

Al's said anxiety.

This is the anxiety that all newcomers think is equal in Mortairn territory today.

From people who know the old Mortairn territory, like Marc's father, Koanthro, and Lumi's father, Glasage, the Mortairn territory now appears to be becoming quite rich.

I can eat rice properly every day. You don't have to worry about freezing in the winter cold. Several times a month the merchants also come. For what it takes to live, they have a real sense that it's getting a lot better.

My father tells me about the old days. And Marc, who is going through a twisted period when he is little, can only think of a bright future that will be rich and convenient if he thinks about the future.

I have dreams that I will participate in it in the future, and I will make it richer under Pais.

But from a human being from a margin, there is a different view.

Mortarn territory, though recently better, was not even able to keep livestock busy until recently. Until a few years ago, it was common sense and a legitimate assessment from those in the neighboring territories that it was the gentle land of the poor territories. If the pastries had been reformed, they might still be poor.

In a world where there isn't even a press, there are more overwhelming people who don't know about the changes and so on in the last few years. What do you think of a human being who only knew common sense that he had just come from the margins and that the Mortairn territory was a poor territory, seeing a villager who would be happy to finally have a goat?

Normally, I also get anxious that this will be okay.

It would be more desirable if we knew the richer of the outside land.

It is no wonder that people suspect that territorial management is okay in the first place in a place like Mortairian territory where their hearts are stretched to say how well they are treated squire.

It was too harsh a land before. I would be surprised if I wasn't a very optimistic person, if I had excellent insights into the future, or if I had a deep understanding of the Mortarn context.

It's a harsh story to ask the average person to go that far, and the newcomers are often asked by their families and acquaintances, "Is it okay?"

In other words, if you are the son of such a squire, you will be worried that your house may have fallen by the time you inherit the trail.

Al's anxiety is what happens when these "extraneous” people compare other territories to the remnants of Mortairn territory in the past.

It's like people who have been evil in the past have become totally good here recently, even if they say so, but they suspect it's true.

But as a matter of fact, it's getting richer. It is only a matter of time before it is resolved.

but it also means a problem that takes a lot of time to solve.

"At the very least, if it has been confirmed that I can be Master Casserole or Pastry's subordinate, I can see my future with a little relief. That would put your chest up for anyone who would be your daughter-in-law."

"Huh. I don't know."

"Right!! Tell Mr. Pastry, too, from Marc. So that you can take me back in the future. We're close, and you can do it, right?

"Yeah, why would that be?!

There is nothing unknown about the fact that the parents and children of Casserole and Pastry are wizards in Mortairn territory.

Wizards, but it's common sense to make good money personally.

Even if the pastry goes out to son-in-law or the territory falls rough, I have the peace of mind that I can use magic on the pastry individual.

Now, Casserole herself has a royal life and cannot abandon Mortairn territory, but if Pais is the only one, she can go to other territory easily, even at worst. There is no doubt that wizards will be treated highly anywhere.

If you mean the future, if you can indeed be a Pastry individual's subordinate, you will also feel secure.

Marc tried to imagine Al as a future Pastry squire.

Myself and Lumi. And Al.

When I thought about Al breaking into the future, which has always been just Lumi and myself. He remembered the unspeakable anxiety.

So I uttered a word of denial in an admirable manner.

"Hey, how about a recommendation?

"... I don't like that"

"Why not?"

"I don't like it. Somehow."

"What the hell is going on!!

"Ugh. I don't know what to recommend. I'll never do it."

This Marc's emotional theory. Even though I'm seriously discussing the future, it can't be interesting from Al.

And Marc himself, once he put it in his mouth, couldn't fit in.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"You don't know!!

"Hmm, you obnoxious skank!!

"Ske...... you said, you swordsmanship nerd!!

"Temee, you're selling fights!!

"You must be the one who's been fighting and selling!!

Where did you mishang the first button? Buy words for sale.

The two finally get to the point where they put their hands on it.

"If this happens, it's a duel!!

"Oops, just what I want!!

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"Are those two... stupid? Not at all."

That's what sighs, silver-haired boy.

Liquorice told me what was going on, and I leaked my smudges and thoughts.

"That's right, young man's future men"

"What do you mean, it"

"Nothing. I just thought Kaoru, the young lady, was in good hands the next place to cause a troublesome disturbance"

"Then rejoice. So do you, Nicolo."

"Whew."

Physical condition coming from those in disturbance, and in part rumored Pais.

The person just wanted to have a peaceful, calm confetti making day, which was an even unwillful rumor.

"In the meantime, we're going to have to get ready."

"What do you do to prepare? Is that a sermon for both of you?

The quarrel disturbs the security. It is a natural duty as an adult to give him one of your sermons.

Pais shook his head at the words of a young squire who had said so.

"No, not a sermon. Prepare for a duel."

"Why does that happen!!

Nicolo's cry was a heartfelt cry.