Sweet Reincarnation

Hear the footsteps at the end of the year in the days when winter also deepens.

Just a few more days left this year, and one day everyone will want to immerse themselves in wonder and sentiment. A small tea party was held at the Mortairn family mansion.

"So, how's it going?"

"Sister, no matter what you say all of a sudden, I can't answer you"

"We're both asking if there's been any progress. So, what do you think - lately?"

Even the daily busy Mortairn family is on the verge of preparing for events around the house at the end of the year. At the beginning of the year, the adults prepare for the event.

Except for Pais.

If it is a government, it is still unfamiliar with the unique events of the Kingdom of God, etc. Pais is reputed to know a lot about things out of common sense, but not a lot about common sense. He'll only be free this time of year.

It was at times like this that my sister, Jose, prepared for all my appearances, invited Pais with Liquorice, and a tea party was being held.

Namely, a tasting to see the bean tea made from beans harvested in the autumn mouth. For once, as a prefect, it's part of the job. Recently, this bean tea has also been tried to improve and mass-produce quality to make it an external export item, and the good ones are thus used for the Mortairn family tea party.

I've been busy here for a while. I also have the care of the house to give Pais a break, and for the first time in a long time I was enjoying my tea slowly and neatly.

"As my sister knows, I've been busy lately..."

"It's been a long time since I've had a slow cup of tea with Mr. Pais, even though it's been said to be a particular development."

Liquorice starts to get into trouble with the Mortairns, and it becomes quite so.

This situation, while perhaps including the thoughts of the belly-black border bosses, we are receiving it with ease for the price.

At the dawn of the year, Liquorice will also be in her mid-teens. While her back is also growing and her body is gradually changing from that of a girl to that of a woman. Just about time we became aware of the difference between men and women.

My sister wants to hear some kind of step-by-step report because the counter partner has a more mature content than the original.

"Then it's boring. 'Cause you two must be fiancées."

"Yes, he's my loved one."

"Noroke is good. Noroke is. So, isn't it time to move on to the next phase?

"Next stage? Sister, you look like you're up to something."

Pais, who can shed her sister's tease lightly, drinks tea with a normal complexion.

Compared to that, Licorice, still not immune to pornography, is drinking tea to calm down while blushing slightly.

As far as Jose was concerned, he was having fun making fun of his "brother and his wife“ just because of his recent dowry training here. It's evil. The face you come up with and you fucking laugh at is similar to that of some brother.

"Hmm, so let's have one sleepover here"

"Nightclub?

"Damn, it's been quite a while since Rico came to our house, and to get to know each other better here, Pais and Rico are staying overnight in the same room."

"Become!! Sister-in-law!!

"Sister, you can't possibly do that"

To the suggestion by Jose, Liquorice made the red face redder from earlier on and became like an apple. Even for Pais, just as this proposal shows some upset.

Medical care is still immature in this world as well as in the southern continent. So, as inadvertent pregnancies and births are life-threatening for pregnant women, they are very loud for the concept of chastity. Especially in aristocratic societies where lineage is important.

Liquorice is a single woman in another family, kept responsibly by the Mortairn family. A single Pais who is also an adult, and no matter how immature a child and fiancée he is, can wake him up in the same room before marriage. It is common sense that That's what they say, whether it's Jose or sour mouth, so you can't possibly not know.

My sister receives such reprehensible brother's protest in a mild way.

"It's okay - I'm staying with you too"

"... that means the three of us, including your sister? Well, then I managed to be decent..."

For once, it is acceptable to stay in the same room if you are siblings, even if it is not recommended. It's a rather difficult ethical situation, but I don't know if I can do it.

Still, it makes no difference that it is not preferable as a public body. My sister laughs even deeper when Pais looks at me like that.

"Yeah, I'm not."

"Huh?"

"Hmm, the originator of this sleepover is someone else. There are four of us, not three of us."

"Another person...... no way!!

Pais realizes.

Someone who prefers skinships that also seem excessive in this hand and who is lonely that he has less time to come into contact with busy pais these days and has no problems sleeping with him in dignity.

There's only one person with all these conditions.

"Damn, my mother told me. Sometimes he wants to talk to Pais and Rico slowly."

"My mother-in-law..."

Anise, mother of Pais and Jose.

As these two parents, she also has the flirtatious personality of liking to please people again, while also loving to surprise them.

"Sure, I haven't slept in the same room as my mother. But..."

"Oh? That's disgusting, Pais."

"It's that mother, isn't it? I just think you're trying to make fun of us no matter what. To be honest, I don't feel comfortable."

"Oh yeah. So Pace needs to be at the nightclub?

"I'm busy, so I don't want to add extra effort."

Pais is a gifted child with the knowledge and behavior of adult face loss and everyone admits it.

But there are a few things I don't like even if I'm such an outsider. A mother is one of them.

I am thankful and affectionate to the mother who gave birth and raised me, and I can't give it back strongly even if I'm teased because I can't be evil.

Therefore, it is natural to want to avoid nightclubs with such opponents, etc., whenever possible.

But my sister looked at Pais like that with a smile.

She and the Mortairn child. As much as dragging Pais, who obviously hates him, into the plan, do it.

"Pais ~"

"What? Whatever you say, I'm not in, am I?

"Oh yeah. Then I won't be forced to invite you. But then what about Rico?"

"Rico?"

Liquorice's position is weak now.

Although only in the position of a customer, it is also true that as a fiancée you are in trouble with the other's house. I can't even buy a grudge and disgust at someone who might be my future mother-in-law or my sister-in-law, and I have to take a step back no matter what.

Not to mention that Liquorice is born with a quiet personality, and has a degree of patience that makes her feel good, even if she is dissatisfied.

"How could my mother say no to Rico?

"I guess so."

"I mean, Pace keeps Rico alone in front of her mother, and she keeps herself safe. It's okay. Nothing. That's your choice."

"Sister, have you got a bad personality?

"Excuse me. I want you to tell me that I grew up as a nobleman. Number one, do you think Pace can somehow say people's personalities? How many times has your father or Shiites made you cry... you should wear something called responsibility with a little more awareness as a trail. Even during this time, although it seemed good because it ended well, they imitated getting in the middle of enemy land. Listen to me later. Do you know how worried I was, Mother or Rico? For the most part, Pais has been sticking his neck in danger for a long time without consulting us."

"Okay. Ok. Sure, I'm sure we've been worried a lot lately, so I'll explain that along with explanations around."

"In other words?"

"… Join. That night party and all."

"Hmm - I like my honest brother."

Jose held his brother's head.

This habit of embracing is a tradition from the mother.

Pais has always wanted me to stop because I'm a grown man, but I've never seen Anise or Jose cure me.

Though with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, Liquorice and others, who ended up sleeping in the same bedroom as Pais, were feathers that the samurai's character would take away early because they were already tempered.

"So what time are you going to do it with that night party?

"I talked to my mother, but I was wondering if it was after New Year's. It's not normal to stay up late in the new years. After that, I think it's impossible to break into a sleepover."

"I didn't know you'd start worrying about pre-construction. Your sister has grown up."

"It's a complicated feeling when my brother tells me, but it's kind of a paice..."

Jose falls into a fairly smart category even looking across the country because he was educated by his mother, who was a baroness, and also had the opportunity to help with the affairs of an understaffed territory. Until Pace began to flaunt the cod, he was often spared not being born by a man.

Even from Jose like that, Pais is good at jumping through. As a sister my brother is too good, it also makes me in some complicated mood. You want to bake more care, but you won't let me.

My mother is not the only one happy with this project.

"When it's New Year's Eve celebration, should we prepare something delicious?

"Right. So drink, eat, make a scene, and celebrate your stay. Oh, I'm excited."

"It's a corner, and I'll wave my arm."

"Yay!! Then I like that white fish pie!!

"Is that the one you made before...... I don't know if you can arrange it now because it doesn't necessarily mean the fish you're after is fried in water this time of year?

"That's it then. From what I've heard, some of the harbors have big handouts. I'd like a full course of delicious fish and pastry desserts."

"That's not the scale of a little event, is it? It's a pretty big job, isn't it?

"Isn't that good? Sometimes even if you ask me Wagamama. I don't even know when I'm going to be your daughter-in-law, and I don't know what time I can eat Pace's cooking this time. I might never get another chance to stay up late with Rico or Pace. Uh-oh, I want to eat, I want to eat!"

"Okay, so don't let your legs get bummed. Are you a vampire, my sister?"

The deliciousness of the dishes Pais makes is a well-known fact in the Mortairn family.

A dish you've never eaten, made with the kind of ingredients you don't even know about, using seasonings you've never heard of, and with the kind of technology you've never seen.

The repertoire seems to be so numerous that I can't see the bottom, and because I've been doing various culinary and confectionery studies from time to time, while it grows.

In this world, if you are a confectioner or superior, you have first-rate skills as a cook. That's the boy named Pastry.

"Well, you can expect New Year's food and dessert."

"No other sister's request, so let's do our best."

"Yahoo!! That's why Pace is so cute."

"So stop hugging me right away that way!!

"Oh, my hair is so sarcastic."

My sister toys with my brother's desperate resistance and growing back.

This friendly appearance is stopped by the intruders.

"Young lady, do you have a minute...... what are you doing?

"Nicolo, in a good place. Please help."

"I know your sister and brother are close, but we're on the right track to get busted. Dear Josephine, please let go of the pastry. Unfortunately, we're talking about work."

"Uh-huh."

She was probably the sister who freed Pais, but she seemed in a good mood.

I guess for all the study and dowry training I've been having for a while now, I've been able to squeeze with my brother and relieve stress.

When I'm finally released, this fortunately escapes Pais. Nicolo walks with such a boy.

Destination is the office.

"Excuse me."

The boy who opens the door and enters at the same time as the knock.

Inside were Mortairn genealogy bills like Shiites, Glasage and Coantro.

Everyone's expression is uniformly stiff, and there is an atmosphere that is not just casual.

"Is there something wrong?"

In response to Pais, who asked so briefly, Shiites answered.

"Boy, it's going to be tough"

"Big deal?

Pais finds out when he asks back. That there is no man on the spot who should be here today.

There was no such thing as a casserole, the current lord, who should also be the Great Black Pillar for the Mortairn family.

"The Admiral has been summoned for burglary."

End of the Black Below Moon. In the middle of winter.

It was a storm hunch for the Mortairns.