Sweet Reincarnation

A pin, and a string of tension.

Between the two was the thread of tension.

For the sisters and brothers of the Mortairn family, and the armed groups before them, were beholden. Is it at least the salvation of the fact that we have not pulled out our weapons from each other?

"I'm sorry. It surprised me. Everyone, this is my guest. Step back."

It was the Viscount Bombino homeowner who lifted that tension. It's a Ulanta boy.

In one of his words, a frivolous group moves from the side door to the separate room.

"Explain, will you?

Yes, of course.

Uranta appealed for a round waist by sitting on the couch.

"In fact, on my way back to this room, there was a man who attacked me with a blade. It took the form of calling both of you to remain vigilant. I apologize for the dramatic welcome that you may have misunderstood."

"My liver is cold."

"I'm sorry about the overlap. I promise you I will protect your safety even if I replace you with this one. Can you tell me about your seat first?

"They didn't pull out the weapon either, so it would be reasonably good. I receive an apology. In the meantime, sister, please sit down first."

The auxiliary role standing behind the uranta had something to feel about the condition of the paice, where the liver did not show shards such as cold wind. I can say that my attitude in trying to defend my sister aggressively is a fine mindset as a knight.

Even when he was being advised to take a seat, he could see that he had not neglected to be on guard around him while standing up his sister. Even in that regard, I sigh that I do not think I am very much the same age as the Lord.

I whisper to my young husband, who was watching Pais all the time, to encourage him to go ahead.

"Oops...... well, again. Thank you for your time. I'm Viscount Bombino, head of the family, Ulanta-Mil-Bombino. This is Keraus. It's what I rely on most."

"This is Josephine-Mill-Mortairn."

"Likewise, it's a pastry"

Large sofa for about three people. If you're a small person like Pais and Jose, you can sit with enough room to have too much.

It is Jose who sits there deep, shallow, sitting with his feet on the ground.

The two exchanged greetings with the boy in person.

"Sometimes things were obnoxious earlier. We have a delicious fish to thank you for that apology and for being here again. Bring it on your way home."

Thank you for your consideration.

Behind a grinning smile, the Viscount looks somewhat anxious and nervous.

As he watches how it goes, Jose and Pais try to find out what intent this place was set up.

"So my lord. This invitation and this occasion. What can I do for you?"

Originally, it was Jose who pushed what he would ask the euphemism into the stand-alone.

If she doesn't like details, she prefers to hear them squeamish to roundabout conversations.

"Right, I'm going to talk to you. But before you do, how about a meal first? The two of you, who were popular in such a social setting, would not have been able to eat in a busy manner. I was also an invited host, so I'm going to eat. It's a corner, so come with me on this occasion. I don't like being tough either, so let's go in a simplified format. Please take it easy."

Having said that, the Viscount ordered his men to carry the meal.

A simple buffet style, not a full course, but an array of eye-catching dishes at once. It's a snack style that treats you the same way you treat tea when you negotiate.

It is also a sign of intent that you don't have to do anything formal.

I'm not saying it's a simple meal, there must be some intention.

"Then I'll be the first poison m..."

"Oh, this is delicious."

"Sister!!

"This fish is delicious. You want some pais, too?

"... ha, not at all"

If it was meant to be poisonous, the host would say the right dish for the pastry, and then the guest would eat it.

But Jose started eating it in total disregard. Since this means unconditional trust in the other party, it does not mean a violation of manners, but it is also not in the form that is often seen in the negotiating arena.

I trust that my smart sister didn't do that without any thought at all, but Pais didn't know for a moment where the intent was.

But immediately after that, I perceive the intention.

Because the Viscount in front of me showed a distinctly relieved face.

Seeing as he was about to be crushed by heavy pressure, he managed to do his duty, I guess his boy's roots regarded him as serious and good. She should have acted because she was convinced that she had no intention of harming her side.

Pais, familiar with his sister's intuitive acumen, therefore followed his sister without denying her actions.

"Oh, sister, take that one over there, please."

As for the figure thickness, he seemed to be good at one of his sisters.

"Pace, you have to be a little more hesitant."

"I don't want my sister to tell me that she emptied the plate in front of me.... Ah, delicious. You boiled it with salted vegetables. It's salty, but it tastes light and good."

It is the cultural culture of the Kingdom of God that aesthetics such as reluctance and humility are thinner than in Japan.

It also makes sense not to shy away from eating what is served.

Nevertheless, with no hesitation whatsoever, the Viscount grinned, but Keraus behind him could not hide his sigh.

As I eat that way, Jose didn't notice, but I realize that Pace does.

"Have you noticed?

The Viscount, pointed out by his aide, speaks to Pais.

It is a violation of manners to cheek food just as it is left voiced from above the eyes, so place the plate firmly and return the words.

"Delicious food."

"... is that all?

The Viscount bewildered by the words Pais said with a smile on his face.

Because I didn't know if the same age in front of me was noticed in the intentions contained in the prepared meal.

He turned his face toward the auxiliary role, but Keraus, the auxiliary role of the day, confidently affirmed that Pais was aware, whispering.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Haven't you noticed anything?

"... you don't have vinegar in your cooking. If it's a dish of this time of year, it's something that's going to come out of vinegar pickled fish, but fresh or vice versa, all salted over a considerable amount of time. Besides, very few fresh vegetables are used."

"Exactly. Thank you for your help."

In this world where neither refrigerators nor freezers exist, methods of preserving fresh foodstuffs have been creatively devised. Especially, perishable as fish is a technique that has also been urgently polished by the need for preservation methods.

In the south of the Kingdom of God, typical things are dried and salted. Next thing you know, it's vinegar pickled. There are also preservative foods due to fermentation, but in the case of fish, the smell is very bad, so it is not common.

In summer, fish are also heated and cooked for their susceptibility to decay, but in this time of year, vinegar pickles (marinades) are often used as a luxury dish.

In particular, dishes that use vinegar put to sleep for a year, marinate fish with fruits and the like for about two nights, and eat every softened bone exist as traditional dishes in Nylier.

If it is to be a dinner party for standing meals, you will also need quantities for your meals.

Fresh fish are not guaranteed to be prepared, including on the same day.

For this reason, it is normal to prepare a preserved meal with vinegar pickles for about a week.

For the most part, depending on the amount of water fried on the day, the amount of fish in the preserved food is adjusted.

"As Sir has noticed, we can only serve fish that have been deep-fried nearby."

"Hmm. Why is that again?

"Street blockade and pirate influence."

"It is"

According to Viscount Bombino, tensions are now continuing one step ahead of the conflict with the neighbouring territories.

The cause seems to be the ownership of the village, which was once Viscount Bombino territory. No, the Viscount thing is that it's still Viscount territory.

Until now, some of the vegetables needed in the fisherman's town had been purchased from the village, but the neighbor's lord insisted that they had jurisdiction.

The other party's argument is that they have ruled the village abandoned because the Zero Viscount family has not been able to govern for more than 10 years on their behalf, so they have jurisdiction as a vested right.

It is also true that the Viscount family, which has ruled Nailier, the territorial capital, as a matter of fact the fisherman's town, was left alone in a situation of impoverishment in response.

"Some street blockades have been made, merchants have intervened, and vegetables and other supplies of livelihood are rising abnormally. In our financial situation, we also have a very inconsistent amount of vegetables to procure. Vinegar and the like cannot be used in such a luxurious way that it is soaked."

"So, it's just gonna be a dish with fresh fish," he said.

"Yes, the salted fish we serve are also, if they are meant to be, ready for winter."

"It's a bad situation."

"As long as you're ashamed."

I just told them to give me back the village I'd left behind, and from the other side, they'd at least tell me to drop in about the time I've been taking care of them. Returning it for free can't be a nobleman.

I took care of my abandoned pet, so it's like they're telling me to thank you. Some reason lies beyond.

And if there was enough money available, they wouldn't have left it in the first place.

Politically, they put it in a fairly disadvantageous position.

Is it also possible for merchants and unrelated other noblemen to enter and leave the streets because of the extent to which the Viscount's breath-taking people are driven back?

This, too, is the other party's nasty hand. Strangled with cotton, but like, a shady hand.

There's the merchant's thoughts involved, and they're hoisting the value of supplies considerably. Instead, I guess that's what you're after.

Or, even if the merchant hates you and turns you that way, it's Viscount Territory that's in trouble. I feel painful and itchy and find myself in a situation where I have to tolerate bottling.

"In addition to that, a pirate showed up the other day. If you could at least come near the harbor, there's a way to deal with it as a home, but they have bases away, beginning and end of attacking ships that are occasionally away, as I recall. Thanks to you, everyone doesn't like to take the boat out and go somewhere else."

"So purchasing on the route of the sea is also up in value, is that so? It's a bad story in between."

"It's a problem. So I have a favor to ask of Lord Mortairn."

"Yes?"

It was only so far to be told of the present situation, but in one turn the desire for the Mortairn family is spoken out.

"Can you help us lift the blockade on the streets?"

"That's... I refuse. It has nothing to do with us in the first place, so sticking our necks in each other's faces doesn't make us busy."

Pais refused the Viscount's suggestion without success.

I didn't want to stick my neck in the whistle between other houses, which could be a military collision if I did poorly, and even more, I felt the Viscount's disadvantage just listening. I can't laugh at jokes, like joking about losing.

I guess it was a pale expectation, but still a disappointingly dropped shoulder, Viscount, for being turned down. but still got my mind back on it and went on with the words.

"I guess so. So, can you at least help us crusade the pirates? I hear your father was named for his pirate crusade. I hope you can help me, sir."

On this proposal, Pais avoided an immediate response.

See Chirali and Jose.

And think about it for a while and respond.

"… then it would be possible to accept the two or so conditions and resolve the doubts"

"Ooh!!

Originally, it was not uncommon for the Mortairn family to request reinforcements in social and negotiating settings.

As a mercenary helper, this is what our current Casserole has done. If we were to say no to that for even more frivolous reasons now, some parts of the legitimacy of our actions so far could be shaken.

For example, what happens if a person who has helped people in need with the justification that it makes sense to help people in need now has room, even if they are in need?

They criticize the two tongues for being a lie until now, and they lose credibility.

As a mortarn, if you are begged to help in a pirate crusade, it will be a prerequisite negotiation to receive. Unique to the Mortairn family, your home situation.

However, there is a prerequisite for this.

"First of all, don't involve Sister Jose. This is an absolute condition."

"I don't mind. Not immediately, so you can return to your territory once. Or so it doesn't mean I can afford it. If it's a certain number of days, we'll be ready in the meantime as well."

"One more thing, as a reciprocal position, you get paid exactly."

"Of course. You will be consulted about its content, but we are prepared to respond to it in good faith. If you insist, excuse me for replacing the advance, but we have plenty of fish to keep."

"Fish will be souvenirs, so I'd like shellfish and shrimp instead of cash in advance at any rate."

"... no problem. Find something fancy and delicious to prepare."

In the case of this kind of reinforcement request, there are many cases where the reward is separate.

If one comes under the command of the other, rewards and penalties are entitled to be determined by the party in command.

But Pais said not to allow it, but to make a clear decision in the negotiations.

Regardless, there is no such thing as a Viscount on the requesting side, and I agree with that.

"Well, and doubts"

"What is it?"

"Why me?

For a moment, it was Jose who felt that Pace's atmosphere had changed.

From her point of view, the clerk will still be the first to see up close his brother making an external compromise alone.

Naturally, I rarely go outside in the first place, but my father was there when I went out.

Why is my brother naturally regarded as the next lord? I think I caught a glimpse of one end of it.

There will be a back, an attitude that darkly asks. Don't be alarmed while my brother, he growls in his heart.

Naturally, there's no way that the person directly in front of Jose can tell what he noticed.

The Viscount lets Vikri wield her body and still connects words to her temperament.

"What does that mean"

"I understand the circumstances of your house. I suspect that there are circumstances in which pirate crusades are imperative and reinforcements are needed both militarily and militarily. But if it is, it shouldn't have to be me. It shouldn't matter if you're in another house where you have a friendship, or if you ask us to, it shouldn't matter if you're my father. Why are you asking me to call you by name?"

To the pirate crusade, we rush to reinforcements, depending on the reward.

This, in itself, does not make other houses unknown and problematic in the Mortairn family. Even if the large amount of compensation will be on the negotiating agenda, your home situation presupposes receiving it.

It is quite possible that this information is leaking.

So I can still understand the logic of wanting to ask the Mortairn family.

But what makes you call your son, not your father? Is there any intention hidden there?

At first, it seemed unnatural enough to think, even to Jose, who had been decent because he knew Pais' track record.

At the very least, if you want me to give you Shiites, you'll still get through. If you can far-sighted on the sea, it's just a hundred manpower. But it's not.

Why Pais?

"What if the violent disturbance earlier has something to do with it?

……

Ulanta looks back. Exactly, because I was forced to respond unexpectedly because I didn't think I could poke it this far.

After an exchange with an adjunct for a while, the Viscount turns to Pais.

"Sir's wisdom eye, I'm impressed. Talking from here is our confidentiality. Can you hope for nothing else?

"We will judge you after we have spoken, but I promise you we will not inadvertently blow it"

Boys staring at each other for a while.

It was the Viscount who took root.

"Either way, to your house... no, sir. Here's the trouble if you don't get help. Let's talk about it."

"I will listen to you"

"Actually, when my predecessor, my father, died, there was another person besides me in our tracking candidate. Although there was no nobility because her mother was an unauthorized side room, she was older than me and was an adult. When it came to who was going to succeed us, my father left a will, and I was going to succeed him, and then there were those who made a scene that my brother deserved better."

"Well, that's a common story."

An informal side room is a quick story is a mistress.

The so-called "concubine" is one of the most despised origins of a noble society that values blood muscles.

That doesn't mean there's no example of a successor.

If the next succession were too young, there would also have been the option to succeed as an emergency evacuation temporary measure.

"In the end, there was a lot of things that led me to banish my brother, but for once, that also cured the noise. But you can come here, and you can start making the same noise again."

"Well, why is that again?"

"I suspect other houses of twitching, but I have no proof. And the noise of the noise..."

"'Can't you rely on the current winner'?

"Why did you do that?!

"At my age, I've been told the same thing."

"... right. I'm a young man, as you can see, and there's a lot of things in the house that make me anxious about that. So, I want to take the opportunity of the pirate crusade to show my kung fu and dispel that anxiety... here's the problem. I'm starting this pirate crusade."

The Viscount is not licking military action. Rather the other way around, I find it horrible even if I know I need it. It is the sense of responsibility to take heavy responsibility for bias that suppresses the feeling that we are likely to escape together.

Trembling, but, uh, exhaling one, the boy facing Pais again.

"I want to come in more difficulty than just being in the first place. But if you ask someone who has too much strength and experience poorly, this time I will be licked. That doesn't make any sense."

"'Cause the year is the year."

"Yeah. That's why I'm Sir. You have experience in action, wizard. So, me and my years are close. What do you say, can't you please? As I said earlier, I promise you that we will prepare the consideration in good faith"

"Uh-huh..."

Pais gave insight into the Viscount's intentions.

This story is not simple.

The reality that the Viscount Principal is young. And I know exactly what it's like to crave military merit.

But perhaps it is also true that there is anxiety about the power of the Lord. Here is the point where reinforcements are a prerequisite.

Then there is no mistake that there is a goal of placing Pais with experience in action aside as a cover and wanting to dilute anxiety.

But that's not the only aim.

One is the aim of dispelling anxiety due to the age of the Viscount.

A single-digit man of age leads an army. Anxiety is a natural emotion.

That is why we can argue with practical examples with the opinion that 'there is no way we can move the army at the age of eight' by arranging people of the same age with a proven track record of carrying out their duties in good standing.

There are people who say that poorly and commit the foolishness of turning the Pace behind the heroes of the war against their enemies.

The other is the aim of putting up the Viscount's face.

Assuming that what comes to reinforcements, however harsh it may seem, is such a temperament as a military man of war, the feat is viewed by whomever sees it as a handicap of reinforcements, even if he or she remits a pirate crusade. Side by side, the uranta will obviously be inferior.

This does not serve its purpose in terms of dispelling anxiety.

If it's Pais by comparison, he looks younger than Uranta if he looks poorer. In relative terms, the uranta seems more dependable. In the sense of putting your face up, it's just right for lining up on the side.

I have yet another aim.

Insurance when it fails.

Even if Uranta fails, if Pais succeeds, he can simply pass on a story that blurs the fact that 'there is a nobleman at eight who exchanged pirate crusades'. Can be used as insurance enough.

Just add the fact that 'Ulanta was in the fight to crusade pirates', because you can use your earlier opinion.

Even if both fail, there is also a possibility that the responsibility will be misplaced on Pace. It is true that it is effective, although it is such a measure as to overlay insurance on insurance.

Pretty much, a conceived measure. Asking Pais for reinforcements would be the best hand for the Viscount family.

This is definitely not the Viscount's idea. The silver-haired boy thinks, I wonder if around the auxiliary standing behind him thought.

"Isn't that good?

From the side of Pace I was thinking about, I heard a voice.

It's Jose's voice.

Unexpectedly, whispering and hissing Pais asks the intent.

"Sister, what does that mean"

"If it's our pais, it's as good as a pirate. Whatever that boy fails to do, as I'm sure he will succeed, it's not a delicious story. I don't care how you fall, it's only profitable. Why don't you blow it and take a look at your feet?

"The nostalgia looks cold, doesn't it?

"There's that, too, and you're asking for us. Because if you're an associate baron, the rewards are modest and good, and we're strong for it. I thought you were sending the elite on your own to keep Pais alive. If you want to get as much combat power as you can for a cheap price, we'll be great."

"I see, I didn't realize what I was after."

"Well, why don't you take it?

"Right."

Jose has neither overestimated nor underestimated Pais' prowess. But I trust you from the bottom of my heart.

If you think calmly, if the Viscount is a pirate to the extent that he might want to crusade within his own home, he could also be credited with letting him do something about it if it was Pais.

Then, for her, it was even a normal act of reckoning after success.

My sister's trust is too heavy, but Pace replied to the Viscount.

"It would be good. Depends on the reward, but I'll take it."

"Really? No, good."

The boys shook hands with each other, and the fine story of the reward was that only the bulky part was on the market, and the fine part was to be packed at a later date.

"Then bring a souvenir when you return. I've got something delicious with fat on it."

"I appreciate this. Let's take it home and cook quickly."

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

The next day in Mortairn territory, there was an outbreak of war.

"You've got to be kidding me, Deco!! That would be the guy I had my eye on first!!

"The sooner the better, Mr. Shiites. It's poisonous to your body for an old man to eat something greasy. Leave it to me here and sip some soup over there. Ahhh!!

"You're an early winner. Mmm, delicious. Fried more and more, young lady."

The kind of seafood Pais brought home as a souvenir.

White fish use pork fat (lard) to fry some. Bouillabaisse soup with plenty of seafood was also prepared, and even steamed dishes with herbs (herbs) could be made.

Because the quantity of souvenirs was also quite high, it could not be consumed by the Moltern family alone. Because it was fast-paced seafood, rather than rotting, the family was also to behave as if it were a corner.

But Pace was insulting. Rate your dishes.

That Pace's cuisine is a supreme treat in poor Mortarn territory.

"Hey, we don't have any more soup. Someone ate too much."

"Ugh, uh-huh."

"That's Pais. I've never eaten a sea fish before. Ahchi."

"Since what time have you been sneaking in, you hungry bastards? Besides, that's my soup!!

"I don't know. I just thought it was for us. Oh, to that effect."

When Pais-made dishes are to be behaved like squire.

It was a huge commotion among the families of the Mortairn family.

Even the people who were supposed to be forest serfs and those who were supposed to be livestock serfs gathered together, and even their servants and their families gathered to accompany them. It would be natural if you told me that rare sea delights could be eaten in Mortarn territory.

When this happened, it couldn't have been enough with a very extra souvenir.

Explore an undernumbered dish and work with a nasty one.

Seeing the disturbance, Casserole, the lord, held his head.

"Pais, make this job absolutely successful. These rash eaters are volunteering to change the color of their eyes. I don't know what happens when you fail and you can't eat fish."

"How did this happen..."

"Don't ask me!!

Pastry-Mil-Morthern.

This is what people call him when he is eight years old.

Great disturbance in walking, and.