Sweet Reincarnation

Lamito was alone, thinking. I wondered how foolish I was.

While being held captive and interrogated by soldiers from neighboring countries. Outdoors in the middle of winter, would regret have already lasted half a day?

"Why don't you throw up on me?

Before an adult boy, one man.

The outfit is for the mountains, but he wears a cloak with the crest of the Count Raing family of the Kingdom of Voltuzara. Certificate of a regular soldier belonging to the Count's family.

"So you don't know what you don't know."

"He's a tough guy. Honestly, if you throw up, we have warm tea and a meal, okay? Look, you are an uninvited guest who has entered our territory illegally. Still, if I'm going to tell you what I know, I'm going to treat you with the right courtesy. Even if you're always so mean, you're just gonna lose your stomach, right?

"Then leave me alone."

"You, too."

The cape man. A knight with the nobility, belonging to the Count's family.

The kingdom of Voltuzara is more feudal in colour than the kingdom of God, and there are those who are aristocratic but serve not royal but regional lords. He's one of them.

The man leaves Lamito in custody, leaving the spot to go to his companions.

Inside the small tent, several colleagues sat.

"Did that boy throw up?

"No. Do you really not know if your sexual roots are sitting? I don't know. I don't know."

"Why don't you just let me throw up in torture?

"No, I can't torture you. If you do that, it will be the last war between the Mortairns and the Uncles. Forgive me for fighting that neck-hunting knight opponent and spending days without a decent sleep. We must not break the precinct that we descended without stopping because we were lost in the winter mountains. That boy just protected him from being similarly shipwrecked along the way"

"For protection, leave it under the cold sky without even serving rice"

The laughed knight answers bluntly to what his colleague laughed at.

"Even though it's a scarce food situation, you naturally want to avoid unplanned spending, don't you?

"Well, I'll leave it to you to make excuses. If we can do our job."

"Mission… Explore the secrets of the Mortarn leap, was"

"Oh. A reservoir that was suddenly made in a short period of time. Suddenly better feathered civilians. population and force, which is rapidly increasing. Lords are gaining influence. Your Excellency says to gather information in a comprehensive and exhaustive manner and with a flexible response."

A troublesome assignment, the knight flaunts his shoulder.

It sounds like a comprehensive and exhaustive, noble mission, but it's nothing short of vague instructions to just go and collect allowances and information gradually, whatever the quick story is.

For example, you can't convince yourself by turning back here now and reporting that there was no particular secret. This mission means nothing more than convincing the Count. As a knight, the most troublesome kind of order.

"It's a difficult mission."

"But it's a necessary task. The Mortairns have some secrets. That's for sure. Deal with threats early. Your Excellency is right."

Though the mountains are a great wall, the Mortairns are a single lord of virtual enemy nations. Not to mention that casserole, said to be single and comparable to a platoon, is the most important person to be alert to.

I don't mind just seeing how things are going if I just struggle to run a poor territory, but if the cage that was trapping the beast is about to break, I need an investigation ASAP, Count Raing thinks.

The knights were convincing themselves that that was why they were here. If we don't, we don't want to get into dangerous enemy land until we cross a cold winter mountain.

"Did you grasp about what time it was made about that stupid big reservoir?

"No. He says he doesn't know what time it was made. Suddenly he insists that it was done one day, so it's bad."

"Stupid. It's such a big building. There's no way you don't realize you're making it."

"I think so, too. If it's true that you didn't notice... the only thing you can think of is that there's another unknown wizard in the Mortairn family."

"That would also be unlikely. That size. Even assuming we gather quite a few wizards from our country, I doubt they'll have enough magic. If we did it alone, we'd be talking about an out-of-the-world wizard."

"Is there any chance that we've collected the numbers?

"How? Wizards are rare. There are more than one of our Counts, but the Knights... are you a quasi-barrior now? I don't even think I can bring it in, or it's too unrealistic. In addition to my neck hunter, peeper, and later my painting son, is that another hole digger? If there are four wizards, the others will shut up."

"Right. Do you still want to get a little closer to that reservoir?

"Are you ready for the other one to notice?

As a knight, you can't return without fulfilling your mission.

We need to do something and get enough information to go home. At least some information to the satisfaction of the Count.

If that's the case, it's not a bad idea to do a field survey. However, be prepared to become quite dangerous.

Water bottles to support agricultural production and living infrastructure for the Mortairn family. If you wander around, you can't possibly go unnoticed. If an armed human from another country wanders by an important facility, there is no choice but to be attacked without question.

"Even if you get noticed, you should. approached with water replenishment after getting lost, which is a good reason"

Knights with a great deal of determination. Everyone leaves the tent.

The man in leadership looked at his colleague with a stomach, saying he had no choice but to do it even if it was dangerous.

But my colleague is looking at another distance and looks like a fool. And squeal.

"... apparently, you don't even have to bother looking for information anymore"

"Say what... BE!!

Whoever turns his attention to the one his colleague sees is struck by great surprise and shock as soon as possible.

Because until the beginning, there was no shadow or form of a group of armies that stood to besiege themselves.

"Notice or act, too soon...... boulders are neck hunting demons. It's worth reporting just how quick this action is."

The knights are just surprised.

"Tell them all who trespass illegally. Drop your weapons and surrender. Otherwise, they will be considered enemies and annihilated. Repeat, drop your weapons immediately."

To that word, if you say it, you are perplexed for a moment. Where the knights took a step back, the besieged men set up their weapons simultaneously. Quite a controlled move, proof left that the Mortairn family has always been well prepared.

At the heart of the siege is someone everyone here knows. Neck hunting knight thing, casserole-mil-mortern.

I didn't even intend to do anything decent with this man, so the knights show me how to respond to disarming.

"I see you there with Lord Mortairn. We are from the Count Raing family. I have no intention of making things rough or engaging. I will lay down my weapon, so I demand a sincere and convenient response from you. I want to talk to you first."

"Okay. If you're going to disarm, let's set up a place for discussion."

One, another, and the knights letting go of their weapons as they see how it goes.

Those who surrounded themselves will see it and unload the same set of weapons. Both of them.

After a while the atmosphere finally calms down, both of them. However, the siege remained unbroken.

Out of that enclosure, one man runs out.

"Lamito, are you all right!!

"Father, no... I'm hungry"

"This stupid son of a bitch. How worried do you think I am?"

"Sorry. I'm really, really sorry"

Running over, Grassage removes half as forcefully as he was tied and relieves his son of his five satisfied appearances. When they said they had confirmed what was being caught in Shiites [far-sighted], they worried about it from the bottom of their heart. The sigh of relief drifts white.

Lamito has seen quite a bit of sluggishness, so he is immediately transferred to the village with his father.

Casserole, who dropped off the weary pair, heads to several knights.

"Well, let's hear more about it. Depending on the matter, be prepared for everyone to return alive."

"... I will mind. Thank you for responding to our discussion."

"Name it first. He seemed to know about me, but I don't know you guys.

"On behalf of, then, a small job. I say Buffegin-Ol Chemmaig. We serve the Count Raing family."

In an atmosphere of mutual ruggedness, knights of leadership are named.

Casserole, hearing his name, moved only one eyebrow pickly.

I don't remember hearing the family name Chiang Maig, but when it comes to Count Raing, it is also an alarming subject for the Mortairn family. It's a family name that I've mentioned many times at meetings around the house.

"Why is the buffeguin in our territory? I don't remember giving you permission to come in."

"Well, my lord. We have never been in your territory. Only until we had a snowstorm during our normal inspection and used an unusual circuit without stopping."

"Say what. Now, are you in my land?"

"This is different. The Yunowell Mountains are part of the territory of the Kingdom of Voltuzara."

I see that's what you guys are gonna say.

More than twenty years ago, the two kingdoms of Voltuzara and Praulich fought each other over the possession of the southern border of the Kingdom of God, including the Mortairn region.

It is a historical fact that the withdrawal from each other's territory, bordering the Yunowell Mountains, came together as negotiations at a later ceasefire.

But we didn't give up possession of each other.

It is only a ceasefire, and by not letting the army in, the Mortairn region is provisionally only under the control of the Kingdom of God. The right to possession rests with us. That is what the Kingdom of Voltuzara says.

Regardless of what you say as the Kingdom of God side is different. Failure to join the army means that it will be virtually impossible to govern. In other words, whatever the kingdom of Voltuzara may say, it is nothing more than a renunciation of the right to govern in substance, and even if we look at the more than twenty years of achievements of the Mortairn family that actually governs, it is the territory of a clear kingdom of God.

In this respect it just becomes a parallel line where we have had an argument.

"Then let's change the story. Your coming over the mountains would constitute a clear violation of the ceasefire agreement. On the border of the Yunowell Mountains, on the eastern side, he said that the soldiers of the Kingdom of Voltuzara would not be allowed. Breaking it means breaking the truce. Consider it a declaration of war, but don't worry about it."

Upon taking up the claims story but ending up on the parallel line, Casserole only mentioned the ceasefire agreement first.

It is this agreement that has been clearly cultured that the troops of the Kingdom of Voltuzara will not be allowed into the Mortairn region.

In the words of Casserole, the servants of the House of Mortairn stand together. Pull out the sword.

It was the Buffeggins who panicked.

"Not at all, my lord. As I said earlier, the will to engage begins with the Count Raing family of our Lord. No one in the Kingdom of Voltuzara has one. I believe in friendship with the Kingdom of Praurich."

"Then what will we do about your crossing this time?"

"I would like you to treat me as an accident only. We had a blizzard for minutes, and there was no other way to survive than to come down here. It's urgent and I don't know the way, and it's up to me to get here before I get lost. I want you to understand that."

"... ok. Even as we are, we are not serious about making things rough, except when it is unavoidable. I was informed that I would treat it as an accident."

"Thank you"

"However, the fact of crossing the border, so to speak of accidents, is unacceptable. Strongly protest accordingly also to Count Raing, claiming compensation for untruthfulness"

"We don't want to answer that..."

"Then, until we have a satisfactory answer, we will hold you hostage."

"Holy shit!!

Buffeggin pretended to be surprised this time.

Their purpose is to gather information about Mortarn territory. Even though they will be detained, they will also be more likely to benefit from the opportunity to obtain information if they are legally able to stay in Mortarn territory. I wish.

So, while acting like you're in trouble, keep negotiating.

"That's troublesome. Give us the knight's end. I'd like to at least get the right treatment."

"You guys seem to have been abusing our countrymen, but you still want me to thank you?

"It would be a disagreement of views. Even for us, they protected the boy who was in distress amid scarcity of supplies. It is only thanks and abuse is heartfelt. If we hadn't protected him, that boy would have gone down."

"... for the sake of protection, he seemed tied up and hung up?

"It seemed a little disturbed when I protected it, so it's a procedure to keep the injured from both sides. I have trouble getting raped and causing damage to us, and I can't possibly hurt the boy. This is an unstoppable measure, and this is the perception of protection?

"Hmm?"

This is where we stand and Buffeggin hangs out.

It is your word that you will be allowed to enter the territory as an uninvited guest of the Mortairn family, but you will not be able to fulfil your mandate if you are completely detained.

Even if I accept some surveillance, I want a lot of freedom of movement.

And I laugh sincerely that I was trying not to let the boy I caught get hurt, whether this happened or not.

"We were not willing to turn our swords against Sir Mortairn and we were also protecting him with the utmost regard for the boy ahead. If you admit that you have crossed the border without trying, as a knight, I ask for honorable treatment."

Honorable treatment means treatment that does not entail the loss of physical freedom, such as captivity or detention. A quick story tells me to let it go.

Regardless, I don't expect to be recognized as a buffeguin. As part of the shaking, there's a way to be strong on one of the techniques.

It is estimated that if pressed in this way, the fold will be folded at a slight pull.

But Buffeggin hasn't noticed yet. The fact that there are no most troublesome negotiators here.

Turn the negotiation premise upside down, annoying creator figure.

Uncle Raing's men saw the boy after negotiations had already been wrapped up. Soon, the appearance of the boy was increasing. To a small body, I don't even care if you missed hiding until now.

What was agreed was that the matter of crossing the border would be accidental, that the Count would sweeten his house arrest until he paid the corresponding compensation and ransom, and that, although there was no freedom of movement during house arrest, he would be allowed freedom of speech, food and drink, conversation within his peers, etc.

The Buffeggins were giggling in their hearts. We can use our time until negotiations with the Count are wrapped up, and we can do our part.

But the thoughts will be the wings that blow away with what Caserol said.

Some earshot casserole from the boy loosened his rugged face.

"Be glad, lords. Uncle Raing finished paying compensation, etc. Therefore, the lords are free. Unleash your personality on this occasion now. Immediately, return to Uncle Raing territory. To some extent, our men will accompany us to the drop off."

A ruthless circular ordering another crossing of the mountains while not being able to gather any busy information. Anything too soon, knights pasting despair.

The boy watching as he hid behind the casserole immersed himself in the satisfaction of finishing the job.