Sweet Reincarnation

In the political world, there is something called "interest adjustment" in the words that represent one end of its nature.

Where and to what extent do you use limited supplies, people, resources, time and money? How to divide the benefits of results. As part of an efficient distribution, the political concept of interest coordination emerges.

If it is indirect democracy, elected representatives. If it is aristocratic, nobility is in charge of this coordinator.

So what is important when making an interest adjustment?

Whatever matters, one thing is knowing people's values.

If there are two people who like apples, they crave and contend for one apple, but if one of them doesn't like to see apples, etc., it's hard to argue.

When distributing, distributions based on each important point will make disputes harder.

Therefore, nobility attaches importance to socialization.

Because if you have one conversation, you know who they are.

Are you smart or not? Do you have military knowledge? Is there any upbringing? What profits (cards) they can make and what profits (cards) they want. There is so much to know.

The social world is a thumbnail of noble society. It is also one of your important tasks.

That's why some people find it a pain in the ass.

Unless your body is unconsciously familiar enough to protect your manners, which is even more unfamiliar if you have to move in remembrance of the movements you have learned.

The Lady of the Mortairn family was one such person.

"It's depressing just now. You can't eat dinner at all."

"Sister, I'm smiling, smiling. But don't forget to just smile because you're seen as two kids and you stand out."

"I know about that even if Pais doesn't tell me. But here's the thing, it's pulling around my cheeks. Tomorrow, my face will be sore."

"I don't say face, I'm all bodied up. You'd better relax."

"I would if I could!!

Josephine-Mill-Mortairn. She is the sister of Pais and the youngest daughter of the Mortairn family.

Still a teenager, she is still unfamiliar with much of her social studies, and is somewhat less mobile.

However, there have also been rumours in recent times that the Mortairn family is a child, and because customers come without pulling off, they don't have time to get distracted.

One more now. No, two.

And Jose, who was working so hard to make a smile, and Pace, who was smiling naturally, saw his face.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. May I say hello?"

"This is Ser Herskivi. We're out of time."

"It's the same here that's shabby. We know each other, so can we pull out the tough spot?

"Of course. So you don't even need to introduce Sister Jose... Brother-in-law."

The man Pais called his brother-in-law was still young.

The year is only in its early twenties. Or even look like a teenager. Redhead hair close to orange, with a slightly finer surface for noticeable nose. The tall would be about 180cm tall, but from a tight body, another few centimeters would look high.

Wearing uniform-style clothes tailored with slightly thicker fabrics shows that you are a military family. He eloquently said that the red based outfit would go with the color of his hair, but it was a wind he was unfamiliar with somewhere and unfamiliar with these places.

He is Hans-Mill-Herskivi, the head of the contemporary Ser Herskivi family. And his wife, Vilve, is a real sister to Pais and Jose.

"Jose and Pais, you've grown. When we met this other day, it was still like this. You both look fine, above all."

"My brother-in-law is no different."

"My brother-in-law, it's been a long time."

Hans put his hands around his knees with a smile on his face.

If you are a small person of that height, you may be a toddler, but you seem to grow up fast with other people's children.

It was three years ago that Hans met with Pais and Jose before. Regardless of some exaggeration, it was definitely considerably smaller then it is now. Pais and others were five years old at the time.

Grown up, the word is just what I thought it would be.

"I've been asking people about the recent leap forward in the Mortairn family. How is your stepfather and stepmother doing?

"Yes, let's do that. I'm fine enough to get us in trouble."

"Ha, same. I was wondering if you two could tell me that you couldn't go to the new building celebration and that you were sorry."

"Okay. Instead, please tell Sister Bibi to return home as well. I want to see my sister once in a while."

"I understand. I'll tell my wife."

Keeping each other's messages is a familiar and common negotiation. If we're nobles to each other, we can't just listen to each other's favors. but something close to each other, something that I also find annoying about being deliberately taken or taken for something trivial.

Therefore, it is a good pattern for each other to communicate with each other "who wants you to say hello to that”.

In this way, it is very easy to have a conversation with each other because the "not working for free" builds up with each other.

"Yeah, well, it's a corner opportunity, so let me introduce you. It's my daughter, Oliver Quiche. Is this going to be the first time I've had you two meet?

"Nice to meet you. My name is Oliverkisch-Harskivi. I am honored to meet Sir Pastry-Morthern and Sir Josephine-Mortern."

One step forward was a girl about the same age as Pais.

It has a neat eye and an adorable atmosphere. I don't feel anything like my parents or children, but I also felt that the color of my hair was similar in a red-haired way.

The wind I'm unfamiliar with socializing is a lot like someone else (Jose), but I'm more nervous about bees than that.

"If I don't know my daughter, she's not my sister Bibi's child."

"Jose is still good at guessing. He's my adopted son."

"Adopted son?"

"My men have died in the line of duty. He had lost his wife early and his relatives were alienated, leaving this child alone. There are so many things I take care of."

"Huh, a lot of things."

It is common for daughters and sons of aristocrats to enter their subordinates' houses.

It is indispensable for an analogy for a room dweller such as a three-boy four-boy to enter a house with only a daughter as a son-in-law, or to have a daughter marry against a meritorious subordinate.

If you are an aristocrat with a long history, it is also often because you are related or related to a blind subordinate.

Behind the word, Jose guessed there were circumstances around.

"So, what's the point of taking this girl to dinner? Our Pace aim?

If you're in law, there's no blood connection. Inbred marriages are avoided as a custom, but even if they tie the history of the Divine Kingdom, there are several examples of uncles and nieces becoming husband and wife. If you are in law, the abomination of the monk is weak.

I bring my approaching daughter of my age to greet me. The possibility that its aim is pastry cannot be ignored.

Though my brother-in-law, there is the lord of the aristocracy. Jose also has as much common sense that you can't fail to be vigilant.

Though it seems insane to ask directly.

"No way. No matter how much, I'm not willing to turn the greats over. I know what it means to be here with Jose. Except for the purpose of bringing him here. The owner of the Viscount family here is close to his age, so he brought his face together. I just finished saying hello."

"That would be good. It's Josephine from the Mortairn family. Jose is fine. Greetings."

"It's a pastry as well. Greetings."

My sister and brother say hello to a girl close to her age.

The nervous girl also seemed somewhat relieved by that.

Both the attitude of greeting and the unbridled but unforgettable smile are able to behave like noble ladies. In that regard, I guess I'm often jerked off, even though I'm an adopted child.

However, it is still unfamiliar to drop the bomb statement.

"Best wishes. Aunt Jose, Uncle Pais"

Pick caught Jose's smile.

For a girl who still doesn't even have a lover instead of a marriage, the aunt's calling hangs out.

For Jose, the girl in front of him is his sister and brother's son, not to mention his in-laws. There's no mistake in hitting my aunt, but I did, and I can't forgive my aunt for calling me.

"Oliver, would you mind?"

"What is it, Auntie?"

"I'm glad you called me your sister."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie"

"Sister."

"Hiya, Sister Jose"

"Yes, that's fine."

Half-strong, Pace can't hide his sigh against Jose, who made him change his calling.

"Sister, what are you going to do with the threat..."

"I didn't threaten you!!

"Miss Oliverkisch is scared, isn't she? It's true you're my aunt."

"What, it's this mouth that says that!!

"Yikes, you have to cheer me up"

My sister pulls the mochi cheeks.

Is it interesting to stretch the cucumber, pull it back left or right repeatedly?

Seeing how it went, the more nervous the girl and the like popped up laughing.

"The more you can screw it up. Then I'll be around here. If we don't hurry up, we'll lose the delicious part."

"Yes. Please come back to our house"

"I'll eat it now, too."

"Sister, my lipstick is seeping a little. I'll fix it, so just don't move."

At the time of my brother-in-law's departure, Jose cheeked on the dish he had secured, but the makeup was slightly disturbed because it was something he ate while wearing makeup he was unfamiliar with, etc.

As a subtle follow up, Pace fixes it quickly. Sneak up on the magic.

"Looks like you're close, bro."

Even as I twisted with my sister and brother, after socializing with my brother-in-law parents and children. A new opponent has spoken up so that parents and children can predict when to leave.

Jose's eyes swam for a moment because the person he spoke to was small like Pais. If I accidentally looked up too much and looked down without anyone, the other person was there.

"Nice to meet you, both of you from the Mortairn family. My name is Ulanta-Mil-Bombino. Thank you for accepting our invitation today."

"I will see you first. My name is Josephine-Mill-Mortairn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency."

"Likewise, it's Pastry-Mil-Morthern. I know it's an honor to have you as a guest."

It was the organizers of the dinner party who brought one behind them, an elderly man who looked like an assistant, to speak out to the two Mortairns.

Although the same age as Pais, Uranta became the head of the Viscount Bombino family due to various circumstances.

Dark green hair is sarcastic and cuts off your forehead like a tit highlights how young you are.

So, you've been pretty harsh, and there's nothing strange about standing and behaving.

Stretch out your posture, grab your right hand and show a salute that hits your left chest, and Pace answers in the same outfit. Jose bends her knees as she gently pulls only one foot back as a greeting for the woman and lifts her head down gently as she pinches the hem of her skirt.

"How about our meal? Are you enjoying yourself?

"Yes, my lord. Our house is in the interior, so dishes made with fish like today are very tasty"

"That's above all. If Miss Josephine is enjoying it, it's worth it."

Jose and Uranta have a lively conversation.

It's a pastry to stare at that with a smile.

Inside the Mortairn family, the fact that the pastry is a sign of becoming the next lord already sees a consensus within the family as a matter of certainty.

But no one else in the house would ever say that.

In a world where information is extremely difficult to communicate, there are more overwhelming people who don't know.

Territory and aristocracy basically honor male inheritance, but not by women.

Because he has the Nobility and has not renounced his inheritance rights, there is a possibility in form that Jose will also be the mark of the Mortairn family.

For this reason, in these social settings, both Pais and Jose are treated as the same successor candidates, but it is still natural for Jose to step forward because of her sister.

Compared to the anomaly of socializing like no assistant at the age of eight, it is more natural if normal for a sister close to an average adult to socialize. A grown-up firm kid, so I can clean up the story.

Therefore, as for Pace, who is not going to stand out only today, he leaves Jose with the main focus of his socialization in a step-back fashion.

Nonetheless, for some reason I turn my consciousness to Pais.

This was clearly unnatural.

"How is Sir Pastry-Mortellen? Was it in your mouth?

"Of course. Sir's territory is famous for its abundance of sea delights. I feel the tradition of your home with all the seafood that's rumored."

alert, the word came to me by both Jose and Pais.

Therefore, I dare to make the choice of words that are easy to speak. Initially, the plan was supposed to target the fabric stone that would stink up the business story and connect first, but the vigilance stood first.

A difficult topic, if so, it is best to praise the meal served at the dinner party. If it's a ball, the subject of entertainment and dancing is Better.

If it is today, praising the content of dinner will be the most difficult topic to talk about, even if you haven't eaten in a busy manner. And beyond not eating too much, I dare to avoid making explicit statements about the flavor and end up in vague expressions.

"That was good. We also strained our stuff, so if you say so, it's worth the price we prepared. What do you think, did any of your lords like the food?

"I know they're all great food."

There is a reason why I made the answer an ambiguous one.

Because it was obvious that he was coming to explore.

In these dinners, there is a lot of information that can be obtained by examining preferences.

For example, if you are a person who moves your body well, you prefer something with a strong flavour and eat quantity. Conversely, if you are a person who is not feeling well, you start to prefer light things. Preferences also depend on age and daily habits, and it is also easy to make inverse analogies beyond a certain correlation.

There are not many aristocrats who empirically know that food preferences can be an ingredient to speculate on some degree of personhood.

It must be that kind of story that the auxiliary man is sneaking his ear at the Viscount.

"From what I've seen earlier, a lot of people have spoken to both of you."

"I'm a countryman, so it must be rare"

"No, no, the Mortairn family's grand name is finally famous. If you can speak so often, you won't be able to slowly taste the food."

"Well."

"If you like, I'll wrap some for you on your way home. On your way home, can I speak to you for a moment?

"It's up to you to be so generous and sweet. You don't have to worry about it, just worry about it."

"You didn't say so. It's a corner dish, and I want your father, who is famous for rumors, to definitely serve it. Yes, even if it's not cooking, how about the fish itself. I can't even get it at home, I'll wrap it up for you."

"Ha."

From the top of your eyes, if you say so, it's hard to stick it hard.

If they told me I could even divide the fresh fish, I didn't even have a reason to say no. Besides, he even showed the flexibility to change his attackers.

Pais' attitude was seen as a way to escape, or he attacked Jose.

"How is Miss Josephine? Fresh fish can also be brought home if it is your home. Something extraordinarily fatty can be prepared."

"If that's all you say, I'll let your word sweeten you."

There is no need to deal with souvenirs only with proper excuses.

However, because Jose, who is the main socialist, has snorted, he will receive it without stopping.

To Jose's words, the Viscount nodded satisfactorily.

"Really? See you later. Speak up when you return."

That's what I left out, and the Viscount quit the place.

As an organizer, there are many people who need to say hello.

The two remaining Jose and Pace exchange words in a whisper.

"Sister, why are you riding the obvious invitation? You don't know what you're looking for in return for a souvenir."

"That's why. That's a good one. How dare you go into the nest?"

"Ha, not at all... in a lavish way"

"I trust my brother. I got it."

"I'll leave it to you differently."

Pais sighed about Jose's character.

If you go into the nest, you don't get dragons. It's like the proverb of the Kingdom of God. It's easy to understand if you put it in a tiger hole and say you don't get a tiger child.

About my sister's decision to dare step in there, knowing that something else was up to her. I sighed because of the sentiment of who this masculine personality resembled.

Sunset abundantly. Around the time it was called late-night.

The dinner party will also be adjourned and dissolved with the greetings of the organizers.

Jose and Pais greeted him on his way home, somehow referring to the special treatment, and he was to be guided to a separate room.

The guide is a servant of the Viscount family.

The room behind the Viscount's mansion.

He will be guided to what is presumably the reception room and will enter with the knock.

Today, I'm going to be in the room first from Jose, where Pais screams.

"Sister!!

I tried to get into the room and pulled her back down so that Pace would come forward instead.

Inside the office, there are more than ten fully armed soldiers. I don't care what you think, it's not a normal situation.

I can't imagine the worst for Pais and Jose. Was it a plot to take their lives in bad faith?

Tension increases at once in an atmosphere that can be described as one-touch immediacy.

In it, a step forward from among the armed groups opened his mouth.

"May I speak to you for a moment?

One step forward was the Viscount-owned boy.