Sweet Reincarnation

"What?! Are you sure?"

Inside the office.

That moment when there was news of Lamito's discovery.

"Oh, definitely. Lamito had been captured by soldiers from neighbouring countries."

Everyone becomes silent about what Caserol says.

Breaking the silence was now the most worrying father, Grassage.

"My son, our son is safe, isn't he?!

"Shiites confirmed that he seems safe for once, but he's in custody"

I often wondered if Glasage would be comfortable with the information I was informed. But Glasage and a servant of the Mortairn family. I've only been through quite a few training fields, but I was quick to calm down.

Take one deep breath to restore calm.

"Are soldiers from other countries crossing the border?"

While adults are expressing concern about serious issues.

Pais shrugged as he thought of something.

Seeing how it goes, everyone faces the fact that soldiers from other countries cross the border again.

"It feels like we finally have something to come."

"Oh. Our territory is still sparsely populated. That is why it was an extremely easy situation to control information. With everything hidden, I thought some would adopt forceful behavior if they were in a hurry, but I didn't expect them to come over that mountain range this season. I thought it was after spring, even if it came."

"That's all you must be afraid of about us."

"Is that what this is about?"

Casserole is a valiant knight. That's why the cowardly idea becomes so remote. It's hard to understand what a weak person thinks.

The roots of human fear are unknown. Nothing scares me more than a situation where you can't prevent something you don't know when you're going to attack.

If I knew who I was beforehand, I'd be a ghost, but a mighty wizard, but I'm not afraid just to think of countermeasures. What scares me is that I don't know anything.

If you're afraid to walk down a path where you don't know where the mines are, and you know where they are, no matter how powerful they are, there's no fear.

The development and prosperity of Mortern territory, which cannot be measured by common sense, are both rich in quality and quantity, from the aristocracy of the Kingdom of God, which is at first an ally, even if it is creepy or dependable, and even if it is classified information that sneaks out of other houses. In contrast, from the point of view of the foreign lords, there is only creepiness and horror. If we stay next to each other, we'll lose our temper. It's like sleeping under a blade that doesn't know when it's going to fall.

If you want to overcome this fear, it is humanity that makes you want to explore who you are.

"Does that mean Lamito's in interrogation by now?"

"Whatever. Even if I'm in that position, I might act the same way. If their aim is our quest, they'll try to wash away what they know and throw up."

"Any chance of torture?

"Yes, if that is the case, things need to be rushed. So what's so urgent over there? Whatever it is, it would definitely be a harsh situation for a person who is not even an adult."

From the people who can't help but want to know about Mortaire territory, Lamito's information close to the Mortaire family centre is valuable. He's a child.

Conveniently detached from the herd, sheep are dressed targets for wolves.

They and I should not have thought that the runaway servant's son would appear in front of us in good time about this on his own.

But it's foolish to expect me to miss it just because that's why.

The casseroles do not pessimise the situation and do not give up. But I'm not optimistic either. After being tortured, we also look at the possibility of being held hostage.

"Now... then how do we save Lamito? Is it good to use my magic to ambush people away from Lamito at once?

"My son will trouble you"

"Never mind. If you look at the results, it can be said that thanks to Lamito we were able to discover them early. Think about what you're gonna do before you apologize for what happened."

Casserole flushed the words of apology spoken by Grassage only with a gentle nod.

In the first place, no one is more experienced than Casserole in that their children annoy others. It is extremely natural to feel generous to a father who bows his head at the end of his son's untimeness. Instead, I even feel sorry for you.

"But it would be troublesome to make it a big problem politically"

"How about taking it back with strength and then deciding to ignore the knowledgeable?

"I want to know to what extent the other side is deepening its exploration. As long as the measures are difficult because of the suspicion, I would like to gather information on the other side, even if it is sweet enough to compromise some information. Ideally, I would not divulge this information and I could deal with it... Is it difficult in the present situation?"

"Then, Father, shall I attack Honmaru?

"Pais, does that mean you're going to save Lamito directly?

"No. I leave the recapture of Lamito to the fathers. I think it's more troublesome for them to jump into our nostalgia than that."

Pais is familiar with his father's character. I didn't make Dada fall in love with the baroness, she's a knight as noble as an example. While having the flexibility to combine cloudiness, there is a single core at the root of the heart.

I predict that if the opponent asks for asylum with his hands completely raised and defenseless than he is proud of his nature as a knight, he will not be able to imitate it truncated without question.

Something that any master would have the corresponding burden of if he were embraced by nostalgia. Close enough to be super attached, fleshbullet battle of information. In exchange for obtaining information on the other side, this person also steals the information. That must be the aim.

If you're trying to avoid this enemy's thoughts, you'll have to deal with them before they get nostalgic.

That is, I solve the problem before I tie him up.

"I'm going to talk to the head of the other person directly. I'd like to ask my fathers to buy me some time and keep an eye on me."

"Time buying position is a simple story, but in a situation where you don't even know what kind of card they have, isn't it too much uncertainty to go out to their field from here?

"But if it works, this one leaves the person naked while hiding the information, the best result. Normally, there is a risk that I will get caught and create a more favorable situation..."

Only you don't have it, do you?

Still don't know how much information they have about themselves. There are also many uncertainties about the strength of the enemy. Coming to negotiations in this situation is like doing an invisible baba unplugging of a bill, hard to see how it will fall.

That's why I was prepared to risk exposing this hand, capturing the other soldier and trying to get information.

But Casserole is also well aware of his son's nature again.

Talent who has acquired the art of negotiating anything and weaving it this year, from positive attack to sleeping skills. It is also difficult to think that this loving son will fall into enemy surgery so easily. Casserole then decides that the worst pattern can be ignored as the likelihood of meteorites falling.

And if you can avoid the worst with a hitter right now, trying to be awkward won't be a lethal bad hand. Men on the battlefield, decisive summary execution is important.

"Okay, then Pace move now. Who do you want me to take you?

"... about two nasty looking militants. I'll use it to threaten you."

"Because it's good for one to take Tobiam"

If it's just about the severity of appearance, there's nothing better than a Tobiam in the Mortairn family. He's new in the Mortairn family, but he even has the style of an old strong man already. Though the personality is deceitful and rude.

"Young lady, I want you to take Noon with you."

"Get a balamond?

Direct trial to a dangerous enemy land. Balamond, Lamito's grandfather, raised his hand to the role of following this. We are all surprised at the human self-nomination that should already be retired.

"Strong entry into enemy land, eh? In some ways, it can take sacrifices to get away with young people. With this old bone, there's no use in it."

"You shouldn't. Balamond is a meritorious member of the Mortairn family. And whoever you are, you can't throw it away."

"Young lady, for an old, short jizzy, it's painful to keep getting old and useless. At least let me wipe my grandson's ass."

In the end, due to Grandpa's stubborn attitude and the current lack of time, it became two Balamond and Tobiam to follow Pace. The rest will be on the task of rescuing Lamito and capturing neighboring soldiers as soon as they are ready.

"I'll hurry as much as I can"

"Okay. But don't make cheap concessions. Even if they accidentally took the lead, if we can catch the guys who crossed the border, the situation is five minutes."

Though the situation would be extremely advantageous if Pais did it well, he would fail to aim for it and be as good as a bad hand. That was the general thrust of the Mortairn family.

Nodding generously, Pais and the others disappear into [instant travel].

When the pastries moved to Meppob-Reing, the realm capital of Count Raing, they took action quickly.

First, gathering information as we move.

"Balamond, do you know about the currency of the Kingdom of Voltuzara?

"Non only knows common things, but he often saw zozozo copper coins, boolean silver coins, and pari gold coins. Around 200 copper coins is the market for silver coins, and about 20 silver coins is the market for gold coins. It was a long time ago. Five Boolean silver coins were sold for the mercenary's daily allowance. I miss you."

"You just need to know the guidelines. The price of the city, which I have just confirmed as Chirali, is also highly predictable."

Count Raing's mansion was on a small high hill. Luxurious mansion, something like that, very prominent in a large brick building.

While rushing to the Lordship Hall, Pais ascertains the price on the road.

"Young man, what am I supposed to do when I know the price of things?

"... now we know if they want to go to war."

"Waha, you mustn't make fun of me. There's no way you can tell so quickly if there's going to be a war or not. If you know the war for the price of onions, you won't have a hard time. Buhisha."

"No, I somehow understand what the young lady is saying. It was expensive to do anything before most of the big battles."

"Wow, is that what Grandpa meant?"

"Let me tell you something, the young man who has already noticed what this young man has learned over the years can't help but be reliable."

As far as Pace confirmed, he seemed unwilling to try to remove the Mortairn family threat until he fought the Count of Raing.

Even if I just figured that out, I can strike pretty hard.

Whatever, the opponent is not ready for battle. If we prepare at the same time as the Mortairns, it is clear that the Mortairns, who are more resistant to the transmission of information, will finish their preparations first. If the battle is to be fought with breast, the Reigns must fight with knowledge of their disadvantages.

Therefore, Uncle Raing nods with the Balamonds that he should try to avoid the battle.

You don't want to go to peace, young lady.

"Naturally. It's over there that I've gotten my hands on first, so if I get poorly (freshly), they can lick me and do the same thing again. It's just so painful to make you feel like you don't want to do the same thing again."

"But if it's too rampant on extra land, can you rub it later?

"It's an unnecessary worry. Indeed, the cross-border matter is clearly a circumstance that will be dealt with as an accident, and the Count may expect this person to receive it that way. That's why I don't have the in-laws to move this one for you, as you'd expect over there. The only fact we have right now is crossing the border of breaking the truce."

If we look at only objective events at the moment, beyond the fact of crossing borders, it is not surprising that the Count accepts that the ceasefire has been broken. So where Pais and the others did some messing up in Count's territory, it's possible enough to argue that it's an operational action during the war, and retaliation for the invasion is a natural reason in the first place.

If we want to avoid retaliation from the Mortairn family, the Count side should have to make an excuse that it is a misunderstanding.

Even if the Mortairns solemnly respond to the facts, it is not a strange story.

And the responsibility for the "misunderstanding" damage rests with the Count who let him adopt the misguided action, Pais insisted, more than can be seen as being at war until a misunderstanding can be solved.

"I mean, you think there's nothing wrong with a rampage?

"Let's not let the dead out. Because buying grudges doesn't make any difference."

"Hehe, you're gonna have arms."

"Grandpa, think of the year. You haven't healed your hips yet, have you?

"What young build. Just the right shackles around the waist. This will still help you."

"You don't lose your mouth. You're a grandfather."

"Not as good as you."

Meppob-Reing. Arriving at the Lords' Palace in the city commonly known as Meppo, the Pais and the Mortairn family speak to the gatekeepers quickly.

Far from smiling, the gatekeeper also thought something was wrong with the way he didn't deserve to be called a visitor.

"Acting head of the Mortairn family, Pastry-Mil-Morthern. I have something to protest against Uncle Raing. Please take care of yourself."

"Yes? I haven't heard of any visitors' appointments, and His Excellency the Count is busy right now..."

"It doesn't matter how convenient you are. I'm telling you to just take over. Tobiam, I don't mind, let's push it through."

"Ma'am, wait. We'll take care of it in a hurry."

When Tobiam, the strong side, came through his sword, the gatekeeper changed his blood and jumped into the mansion.

Less than a few moments later, a deacon-like human pops up and bows his head deeply. While stretching his face, his obtuse attitude is just the family of the Counts.

"The customer asked me if I could rush you. Please wait while we get back to our Lord."

"All right, then let's push it through. If so, is it around the office?

Pais and the others break into the mansion with the momentum of just kicking through the door. A butler or servant hastily tries to hold it back, but it's not the wind that cares about it, and we look for the Lord of the Mansion together.

If the dota and the mansion get noisy, that comes with the rough neighborhood.

Apparently it was dining time, and when the Count found out he was in the dining room, Pais and the others headed to the dining room as well. Asking the servant, peacefully, the way.

Along the way, I thought I was an armed squire and I had escorts, but Tobaiam and Balamond were powerful, or Pais used magic to immediately disable them. All ten of them will be feathers napping all over the mansion.

Dining room door. This was something that even had a seasonal style.

This room is also used to entertain visitors, making it a luxurious door.

I opened it so Tobiam could kick this again. Once inside, Pais and the others lay down their swords.

In the dining room were servants and a few people, like the Count and his family.

Upper seat in the dining room. It is the next lord of the Mortairn family who, still in his forties, heads to the man and conveys his mouth with his sword pointed at him.

"I'll see you with Count Raing"

"The disrespectful. Where do you know this place!!

"Acting head of the Mortairn family, Pastry-Mil-Morthern. I received the breakdown of the truce by your house, and I am referring to receiving my destiny. Ready!!

"Hmm!!

Uncle Raing's family and servants fled as soon as they heard Mortairn's name. Or squat on the wall. Mortairn's name here is a terrible name for the devil.

But the Count himself couldn't escape because he was in his seat, and Pais and the others wouldn't.

The Count falls out of his chair, not tired of eating all the extravagant meals on the table. All I had in my hand was a small knife for dinner. This makes my voice tremble early when there's no way I can deal with the fully armed Paces.

"Stay, wait, Lord Mortairn. It's a misunderstanding. Talk and you'll see. Okay!!

"It's ugly to keep a soldier against my house and beg for his life. You must be more prepared to lose your life than you wanted war. Did you come here to cower?"

"We're not. Never, never broke a truce or anything. I don't want a fight. Please. Just listen to me."

Whilst rattling and trembling, the boulder is the countess owner.

Don't break your attitude of asking for a discussion to the end while holding a small knife with both hands.

Even as Pace, he pushed it just to the point where he could not lick it, so he put his sword around here wondering if it was tide time.

This is because we have cut off the nature of the Count. It's called the crossing thing, it's called the response when you break in, the nature of the Count lies in cowardice. If it were normal, it would appear as a prudent character and be a good politician with a heavy back, but what is human only comes into being when it is aggressive.

We decided once to pull off a rat-like coward that we wouldn't be able to lick him if we threatened him so much. Pais and I don't really want to go to war with our neighbors. If you have time for that, it is much more important to make sweets.

"... would be good. Let's just hear it."

That's what I said, I sat in a chair somewhere. Around, two militants consolidate. Including Pais is a combination where the average age just settles down.

"Phew."

After seeing how the Pais and the others sat in the chair, the Count finally calmed down.

This is exactly what makes the liver cold, turning the Mortairns against their enemies, which makes this ambush scarier than anything else. It is not Dada who is afraid of neck hunting and casserole.

The Count sits back in his seat again, and Pace opens his mouth in all likeness.

"Well..." A soldier from your house broke into our territory without prior notice. Of course you know that. "

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'd like you to leave me alone."

"No, I'm not going to hang up on you. It is true that I moved my soldiers, but only in this realm. It's part of a normal patrol."

"So you don't know the soldiers who violated the border? We hold back the evidence and the personality, so we can ask the sword if it's true or false again."

Pace hangs his hand on the sword and rises. Seeing that, the two militants try to pull out their swords as a delight.

The Earl, whose heart still sounded loud, hastily pressed it back against the threat again.

At this point, I haven't been held back yet, and I don't even realize that it's Pace's hatchet.

"No, don't get picked up so early. I'm definitely telling you to patrol the western side of the mountains, the seasons and the seasons. Until the possibility of a shipwreck, I won't deny it either, and if the bear even attacked me and ran away, maybe I did something to annoy your house. If that's the case, we're prepared to apologize. I don't want you to be rude."

"Really? Sure, if you ask me, there's a chance of an accident. As you can see, young man. Dead, you can't have much blood. I don't like this kind of place."

Tobiam, standing beside Pais, erupted unexpectedly into the words of Pais, who said he was shabby, but could be accommodated by being flanked by a big senior in his life.

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.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd say that"

"Well, let me just make sure it's a little calm, but I'm pretty sure our guy crossed the border we arranged at the time of the truce?

"Yes."

While his back was frightened by cold sweat, the Count was regaining his composure.

On top of that, measure the boy in front of you.

Probably the bloody type, as the person says, due to the fact that he has been yelling at me in the first place in a rough affair. It was also possible to detect that the sword muscle seemed certain, and even if not, it was a house rang with a martial arts medal when it came to the Mortairn family. No wonder the trail is a bloody young martial artist.

However, once you try to calm it down, it seems to be of an easily flowable nature to others' opinions, from the fact that you have calmed it down easily. Easy to heat and cool. A typical swine thrust type if others are susceptible to confusion and assumptions are intense.

The Earl thought that it would be best to keep him in a good mood and wrap him around properly.

"I'm sorry about this. I'll lay it down, but as a homeowner, I didn't have any shards that I meant to let cross the border. That brought me purposefully to the point of letting the hero who will be the next principals. I apologize with the utmost sincerity."

To this Earl's words, Pais dared to rough his nose and continue his words in a very moody breeze.

"Hmm. Count, what exactly are you going to do when it comes to sincere apologies? So I... No, I went out of my way too."

On purpose, the Count licked and hung Pais on words that overtly emphasized the part.

Because I have seen these, arrogant attitudes, noble children, etc. rot. From previous experience, this pact is not a good rush, and it has the nature to delight in its impromptu nature.

"If so, how about we pay you money, including our apologies? If anyone in your household is in trouble, we will pay for it, including the matter."

"Ho ho...... that's good"

A quick story is, put a piece on it with compensation and ransom. Should be a delightful suggestion if the predictions are met.

To Niyaniya and to Pais with a humble grin, the Count was convinced that his reading was correct.

Don't lick me, hungry ghost, the defiance also sprouts. I don't know, they chilled my liver, but I also find it easy to roll it in the palm of my hand if my opponent is a fool to the side of force. I am also proud to say that I am the one who has been in government as the head of the Count family.

"But... a very large sum is also difficult to pay suddenly. What would be a reasonable amount of money?"

The Earl threw a ball of bargaining against Pais. It may be called an exploration of power.

The market for ransom and compensation also has a flatulence. But from what I can see, Pais is young. I don't know much about negotiating. It's not too late to gauge how intelligent you are here.

"In bulk, with thirty pari gold coins?

"That's an extrajudicial price."

"Twenty, then."

"No, no, it's still too expensive from the market"

Originally, is there a market price for about fifty to seventy pieces in pari gold coins? Knowing that, the Count dares to keep shaking his head.

Nothing. It doesn't matter if the negotiations break down here. The more time you buy, the more information your men who will probably be under house arrest will bring home. If you think it's an information fee, you don't have to hurry here, even if you risk a slight increase later. Unless it's good enough, I'm not going to eat it either.

"Uh-huh, I think twenty is the market. Lowering it below..."

"Here and there, the market seems very different."

The Count knows. that if it is a divine kingdom plough gold coin, it is certainly in the critical market range of even twenty pieces. I deduce that a reluctant boy around twenty gold coins is trapped in common sense in his own country. Neglect of other countries' monetary markets is a common story for immature negotiators.

Looking at him like that, the boy looked up all the time.

"Yes, I came up with something good. If you can't do it at once, what about splitting?"

"Well, you have a great idea."

Interpretation is the shallow wisdom of a child.

The very act of splitting compensation is not so uncommon otherwise. In this case, we need more bargaining power based on how we divide it. I don't even think the boy in front of me can do this to see how he's behaved so far.

Yes, the Count thought. Therefore, the sides became sweet.

"Then one zozozo copper coin a month as the amount you can definitely pay"

"Ha, then it's certainly easy to pay. But you don't know how many decades it will take to finish paying, even if you put aside the whole deal, like a piece of copper coin?

"Then the next month, two copper coins. And let's make it four for the next month."

"Yeah, well, maybe we can pay for that in a poor home."

"Then it's settled. At first, it's a piece of copper coin, and every month I pay double the previous month. Period is...... can I have about two years?

"Good, too. Oh, yeah, we told each other not to tell each other. We shouldn't even be waterboarding, so let's leave a document. Even for me, it's an honor to line up names with those who must be famous heroes in the future."

"Yeah, it's a document. That's good."

At an approximate price, it's four thousand copper coins and one gold coin.

After overlapping a few pieces of copper coins, the Count confirmed the document, saying that it could not be a large sum. I wanted to prevent them from coming out later around the casserole. I didn't know Pace could use [instant travel], so some assumed he should have bought enough time, including returning.

Signature of both.

Now that we are safe, we are done negotiating ransom and compensation.

When the faces of the Mortairn family came out of the Count's Hall, a brilliant smile appeared on the face of the silver-haired boy.