Sweet Reincarnation

One thing is to do it with bare hands only, without the use of weapons.

One, be aware in advance of the risk of injury.

One thing, don't hurt them unnecessarily.

One, there shall be no disagreement in the judgment of the referee.

"Young lady, is this it?

Nicolo looks at one of the planks written in the letters Pais.

As for the content, although it seems to be a cautionary note of some kind, I have a bad feeling about it as a bin. There seemed to be more than ten lines, but they are already suspicious in the first few.

"Oh, you're right."

"No, I'm asking because I don't know what to look at."

"It's the rules of the duel."

"A duel tournament?

Somehow, I heard disturbing words.

I understand the word duel. It was in the boy's ear that Marcarlo and Arlacchi were fighting and making noise with crap. To rule, I could understand using the word duel.

What I don't understand is the word games.

"Yeah. I also thought we'd let just the two of them fight, but I thought this should recruit a large number of participants and make it a competition. By the way, newcomer squire is compulsory."

"... me, I'm not sure what's stupid, but what led me to that conclusion?

Nicolo said he was an idiot, but that's not true.

A world where the non-aristocratic classes have no access to education, and where they have made it aristocratic, the quality of education is so fragmented. As a servant of the internal affairs system, Nicolo, who can make accurate calculations, can be described as a high-level intellectual elite.

At least for the Mortairn family, they are so capable that they can't let go already.

Nonetheless, the reason he estimates himself low is because of Pais biased. If you look at a child who is far more knowledgeable and has excellent computational processing skills when you first get a job, a little complacency and so on blows up somewhere. The world is wide, and the mind of self-reflection also comes out that I haven't yet. This is a beauty that Shiites and Casserole also value highly.

I said he didn't get it. Then Pace began to explain that most people in the world wouldn't understand.

"There are several reasons. For example, my words are unconvincing to glorify a duel. That it is also a bad precedent for fathers and shiites to put up in child fights. If you can't stop it, if you sneak around and make it a festival, cut the momentum between the two of you. That I can create a showcase for what I'm about to become a squire. Being able to clearly appeal to the villagers about the power of our newcomers. etc. There are other reasons why you're so blind."

"Oh, I know somehow"

Both Marc and Arlach treated Pais as an associate. Adults who should be involved and praised naturally become Pais. Shiites and casseroles, who are busy in the Wang capital, can't possibly sneak out into child fights.

But as a compliment, when it comes to the duel of things, there is no persuasion to stop at Pais, who has just flaunted himself. It's about which mouth to say the duel should stop, etc.

The duel between the two is hard to stop. If so, you should give it your full thought, Pace thought.

In that case, the most important thing to fear is to leave a source of evil in the outcome of the duel.

If Arlacchi, the emigration group from the territory of the margin, and Marcarlo, like the representative of the living, were to be isolated, whatever the outcome, it would have been in danger of leading to a confrontational structure within the territory as it were.

It must not lead to conflict between former residents (natives) and migrants (foliners).

The circumstances involved in living and dying are out of the question. Also, I don't want you to imitate major injuries or residual after-effects, even if you have no choice.

If so, it was necessary for the two of them to make it into a duel of moderate rules, in a satisfactory manner.

It is also a good idea to create a pre construction where there is no choice in creating and convincing the rules of convenience, for example, because it is a sport. It is also a consideration to make them compete, including third parties, so that they can sort out their emotions even if they lose.

And from what I've thought so far, it's not a paice that just falls and wakes up. If so, I decided to hold the tournament only if I could use it as a venue for a martial arts show appeal, so that I could target a variety of secondary effects.

"We don't have time now that Father and Shiites are in the king's capital."

"Don't you have to talk to me?

"It's also wild for parents to speak out about child fights. I can't even talk to you because you're not here."

"I'll be definitely pissed off later... if I get paid less, I'll resent you"

With the holding, but a quick decision, Nicolo is making an overtime decision.

Incidentally, in a world where the concept of overtime does not exist, it was decided that special allowances would be granted. The raw materials are derived from the operating profit of the Games.

"To the earnings of the tournament entry fee, the torso of the winning and semi-winning predictive gambling (Totocarcho). If you want to make another money, will you sell the stockpile wound pills? Just right for replacing inventory"

"Wow, the young lady is really upset."

"Even if my home just makes money, the economy won't turn. Winners and semi-winners should receive a prize for about half of their entry fee."

"Half? What about the other half?

"Let's turn it over to the prize. Right...... hmm?

"What's wrong?

"I came up with a good thing. I'll get you a prize here!!

Pace rose to momentum.

What are you thinking when this boy gets tense like this? It's time for Nicolo to understand.

He is convinced that he must be thinking about sweets.

And that was right.

"Hey, you're going to prototype"

"I don't ask what... It's a treat, isn't it?

To Nicolo's question, it was only one boy's first resort.

There's nothing more to Pace's behavior than to say what's natural.

In an upbeat mood that seems to skip, the next lord with silver hair heads to the cooking area.

Once inside, there was a client.

"Oh, is Rico making sweets, too?

"Ah, Mr. Pais"

Fiancée pointing a loving smile at the boy.

She didn't really try to get out of the room given to herself for a while after being deposited under her fiancée in the name of a tour, and Pace often saw her and took her outside.

Have you been somewhat accustomed to the Mortairn family lately, and the scope of action has expanded? He was also seen heading out to the sewing room, cooking area, and visiting Josephine's room.

Exactly, it hasn't reached the level of going out to Pace's room. but parents expect that to be only a matter of time, too.

"I'm not making sweets. I thought I'd get myself some tea water."

"Hot water is also important for delicious tea."

"It is. Recently, I have been told about changes in taste due to differences in hot water. It's a review now."

For noble women in the Kingdom of God, a tea party is an important social place. Being able to identify good and bad tea, and being profound about making tea, can be quite advantageous.

At least if you don't know about the type of tea that tastes good, such as snacks served as tea contracts, you will be ashamed.

A strong, tannic cup of tea fights with oily things, about which is common sense.

Not to mention, the southern part, which also belongs to the Mortairn territory, is the land pattern of the teahouse, beginning with the Uncle Ratesh territory. Learning more about tea is an important appeal point for humans who daughter-in-law to noble families in the south.

Tea knowledge is important in dowry training.

If you're trying to learn as knowledge, it's actually the easiest thing to get to experience.

So all the aristocratic girls before the dowry study so that they can make their own tea.

"If it's a corner, could you make me a little diluted tea?

"I don't mind that, why not?

Pais placed an order for tea.

Since it is normal to behave like tea to my fiancée, it was Liquorice who would accept it without worrying about it for the time being, but I wonder why I would order diluted tea.

"From now on, because I'm going to make something that builds up in my stomach. That, too, tastes pretty habitual. In that case, dark tea would be hard to drink after a meal."

"It's sloppy that Mr. Pais is more familiar than I am studying hard"

"Ah - I look forward to Rico's tea ~"

"It's sloppier to delude!!

Pais turns to the listener to say he's worthy of being his fiancée about Liquorice's adorable grievances. It's that the first tea I put in was too tannic and even wasted on Ms Caerra, or that if I had tried so hard to boil water to make hot tea, it would have evaporated about half the time.

While hammering at stories specific to aristocratic women, Pace finished preparing at Pace.

"What are you making today?

"Hehe, I'll use this today to prototype the pie"

Deng, and it was the pumpkin that was placed on the cooking table.

Pumpkin pie is what I make.

Ingredients include blended specialty flour, eggs just picked this morning, goat's milk and butter already valuable, sugar, a little aromatic dried herbs, and pumpkin. etc.

"You have to prepare pie fabric first, right?"

"Oh, then I can make one, too"

"Well, shall we make it together"

Since coming to the Mortairn family, Liquorice has sometimes begun to make treats with Pais. They exchange and eat things made by each other, so they feed off the Peeping Demon a little bit.

Wash your hands well and put your work clothes on from above your clothes. On the head, wrap cloth around it and make it look like a bandana. Falling hair while cooking is unbearable to Pace.

"Humph ~ Ruru ~"

"Sounds like fun"

"That's right."

Let's start with fabric making.

Wheat flour, such as wheat, barley, rye or oatmeal, is extremely delicate to handle. Flour for pie dough blended by pastry experience and exploration will be made into dough to free up time to calm it down in some places. Time for butter, salt and fragrances to tame.

If it's bread fabric, you probably need to put it to sleep carefully, but pie fabric doesn't need as much time as it does.

Time for the fabric to settle down, Pace works on building the ingredients.

"Now, which way do you want to make it"

"Which, there's a kind?

"Yes. Pumpkin pie made with pasted or puree is common, but some pies are called pies made with a mollusc pumpkin shape intact. Some pie wrapped dishes include pumpkins and other ingredients and fish. Herring and pumpkin pie, you're famous. I've heard about where the wizard made it or delivered it."

"I didn't know."

Pumpkin history is surprisingly new.

In particular, pumpkins have appeared in Pace's known European food culture since the Middle Ages to modern times.

For that matter, they also tried various methods of cooking from the beginning, especially in the United States, where pumpkin dishes are even local dishes.

Pais decided to prototype American Pumpkin Pie after making Pumpkin Paste.

While steaming the small cut pumpkin, Pace begins to formulate the seasoning.

Mortarn territory did not allow for busy crops at the beginning of the colonization. Still, as a result of my efforts to increase the number of things I can make my own, I have quite a variety of herbs.

Strong aromatic plants are often highly vital. The skins of the trees and the spices collected from the organisms would have been generous, but herbs like mint, sage, and sissy, and even if not themselves, are made like subspecies.

If you're not careful, it's a troubled seed that turns into a weed that roughs up the field because of its thriving breeding power, and around the main village well, some of it was like an herb garden.

A little sugar, herbs and butter. The salt is used after the pumpkin is in, to prepare the flavor.

I'm steaming pumpkin because that's all the flavor goes down when I boil it. When boiled, water soluble nutrients and sugars dissolve, so steaming is still better, Pais confirms in an experiment.

When the pumpkin finishes steaming, the skin part goes into the stomach of Pais or Rico with a little saltiness and only the yellow part of the fruit is mixed with the seasoning to make it pasty.

Mix goat's milk and add herbs to reduce the smell of habit. Just for a moment, I wonder if it would be nice to add Embaku flour, but only slightly. The smell changed slightly even while I was sleeping.

Okay, and the boy nods one thing.

"This paste? Don't you taste of?

"I can largely tell by the scent, because it's a prototype. Well, I really just want to see the flavor here, but I also add goat milk and so on, so there's also the risk of breaking my stomach if I mouth it during the unheated phase. When prototyping, safety comes first."

"Really... too bad"

"It'll be ready to bake soon."

Moulding of pie fabric where the ingredients are made.

Shape with a few layers of folded fabric and add the pumpkin paste made there. Try to apply it and put it on the fabric so that the air doesn't get in.

"Now, do you want to bake"

A common oven to bake in firewood.

It's a little difficult to adjust the fire, and even if it's a paste, I'm still not used to this part of it, but let it be, and I'll start baking pies.

Tens of minutes to wait.

While Liquorice was preparing her tea, she smelled good baking pie.

"Well, it must be something like this"

"Wow!!

The baked pie has a slightly scorched finish on top. As for the prototype, I felt a little overcooked, even as I nodded that it was good.

"Well, let's cut it up and eat it"

"Right, let's try it quickly, young lady"

"Huh?!

She didn't notice the paste because she enjoyed making sweets, but by the time it was cooked, Nicolo had come to the cooking area.

I was even getting the table and tea ready with Liquorice, and there was, like, an atmosphere to eat.

"When..."

"Hey, it smelled delicious when I was working. When I came to see if it was time for something delicious, it seemed like the right time. Let me accompany you."

"Oh, well, that would be nice. Let me know what you think of the flavor."

"Leave it to me!!

When Pais is doing prototypes and research in the cooking area, he doesn't care deeply either, as it is common for intruders to have a taste of poison.

The opportunity to eat something delicious is because I know exactly how it feels not to miss it.

"Come on, go ahead"

"Wow, looks delicious after all"

"Sounds delicious. May I eat?

To Rico's question, Pais said go ahead.

Niccolò, by the way, wore it without even having to ask.

"Yummy!!

"Natural sweetness goes well with crisp fabrics"

Again, what Pace makes is delicious.

That was a common feeling of what we ate.

A fragrant fragrance that cuts pie and drifts the moment it's taken in your hand. Even if you just smell this scent, those who hurry must stop on their feet and the kids must hurry their way home saying they're hungry.

Sacrifice, and a bite, a sweet flavour that spreads along the way. This is the first time Licorice and Nicolo have been born to eat something called pumpkin.

I even remembered how delicious there was in the world. Nicolo and the others are going to forget me by accident.

Gentle sweetness, unlike potatoes or sugar. Paired with milk for more tenderness it even feels sweeter enough to chew in your mouth.

Extremely natural, sweet as a breeze through the wild. And it's the pie fabric that stands out for it.

Pumpkin paste that is likely to flow even more, pie fabric that is well received. The slight saltiness adds an exquisite accent to the sweetness of the ingredients.

Just delicious.

Rico decided, of course, that Nicolo would never tell anyone about today.

That's all it tastes like in a prototype. I can't even imagine how delicious the finished product is. Those who ate decided in their hearts that they must avoid foolishness at all costs that would make them known to others and increase the competitiveness of their companions.

"Well, then I'll cut it too."

Eating what you make is mandatory for those who cook.

Because if we know exactly what the results were, we can't improve even if there are parts that we can't do.

"Hmm... I knew it was a little overcooked"

"Are you still not satisfied with this?!

"Whatever. We're still a long way from the best sweets."

Let me try to make the best sweets one day.

That's what Pace swore once again.