Sweet Reincarnation

"Huh, huh, huh, let it go!!

One man was sweating in the room.

He was a wooden sword because he could not bring in seriousness, but he performs bareback and mould archery with all his heart.

"Huh!!

A wooden sword waved down in momentum separated it where it stopped perfectly.

Anticipating that, the watchman calls out.

"Lord Mortairn will have his sperm."

"We are busy every day and we are not able to train. I decided this was just the right time to get back to work."

"That's a positive concern. Not if the boulder calls you a hero."

"What. As a samurai, it's natural."

What is a watchman? Baron Ice Leng rock gand. The complexion of this man, who is still young, is largely restored to his blood from the earthiness of each.

The glittering answer to this is casserole waving a wooden sword.

The place where these two are now is a room in the royal castle. From a place previously under house arrest, the place had been moved into a high-grade and formatted room that was also used as a guest room. I have the impression of being open, at least as long as I can open and close wooden windows.

Even the size of the room was foolishly large, so the spare time casserole was fortunate enough to encourage training.

"Nevertheless, why didn't you publish the matter of Her Royal Highness immediately? Is the crime cleared?

"I also talked to my son and the Duke of Kadrecek, but I was thinking about it. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried any more now. This is merely curiosity, as Sir Mortairn has just realised in his heart that he is not in a measuring instrument that can be used by a young man at my age. With all due respect, your young son is still in charge. Wouldn't that make you anxious?

"Anxiety... you're anxious. Indeed."

"Well, are you still anxious, even though Sir Mortairn. If you think about when you fail, you'll be anxious."

"It's not. What I call anxiety is not what Baron Iceleg imagined. What I'm worried about is not failing. I'm worried I might overdo it."

"Ha, that's right, my lord. You don't have the guts to sit like us. I do not doubt your son's success. How can I be so bold? I would like to ask you to teach me some very fruitful rules of thumb."

Rockgand just felt bad about his immaturity the other day.

That's why I'm interested in the idea of casserole, famous for being a warring warrior and a skilled tactician. I would like to hear something fruitful about my senior in life who sees something different from me.

"Is that a true story?"

"Be sure to tell a story that will help you in the future. Whatever it is, it's about your son who came out earlier."

"Maybe we'll have some free time. Now let's take the first case my son has solved..."

When Casserole tried to talk about her own son.

The door opened with the knock. It was the elderly gentleman and his escort who came in.

"Excuse me. I heard it across the door, but I would love to hear it."

"This is the Duke of Kadrecek"

"You seem bored, Lord Mortairn."

"How can I help you if your busy lord is here on purpose?"

"Of course I'm here to worship the face of a rare thief."

"This is another joke."

"Ha, but I'm not even kidding. The Mortairns have stolen a hell of a lot."

"Something outrageous?

"Mm-hmm. Sir's son messed with it. Thanks to you, the whole castle is making a scene."

"… I would like to hear more"

To Casserole's serious request, the old man began to speak with some laughter.

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"Here and here, you have different numbers. Clever old and off the moon. Yes, but the total is twenty crowns. There are differences. With the diminution of military spending on Viscount Batzien in the form of a report, you'll be glad to rebuff it if you tell the person in charge."

"Why didn't you notice that?

"It's a house with weak speech, and our Lord should have been still young. Did they say a lot, or did they give up while they were lazing? I don't know why, but fraud is fraudulent. Nicolo, keep checking the books. Douglad, hurry and prepare the letter. With proof, I'll [move] it."

"Copy that. But even if I send it, have you been there?

"I have been invited to the annex of the King's Capital"

"What about the wax?

"... once you push it, you dare to scrape it so you don't know which house it is. In the form of anonymous submissions, we'll throw them into the house."

Tons of materials that Pais brought home to the Mortairn family.

After being scattered once during the war, it is only the material created again, so the precision accumulates only for a little over twenty years, but it still becomes quite an amazing amount. Amount that children can't carry in the end.

Exactly when Pais couldn't check it alone, he was doing paperwork with the Mortairn family's squire general mobilization.

"... whoa, this is evidence of double booking when you talk. No, it's triple-booking. I can see how you slit an empty bill that promises three people only one seat and misled it, knowing it from the beginning."

"Boy, you can often find that"

"Somehow, when you see the modus operandi you're likely to do, and then you look it up, you find wonders and traces..."

"Make a hypothesis and look for evidence and traces, right? This is definitely a detective. I'm not going to do what I'm doing. I'm just going through the paperwork."

"Looking for evidence of a crime from documents, or evidence from a Chamber of Secrets, doesn't make a difference what you're doing. Whoa, this is terrible. Instead of three, they seemed to have hung up on five. Now, all five of them are out of bills and someone else is getting the post. You'd be delighted if I gave you proof that this was a pre-made race where you were fooled."

"Aren't you glad you can't stop being angry? It means they didn't bud, but they only stirred up expectations and grabbed the cunt."

Shiitz was surprised as he moved his hand.

Normally, it is difficult to find a cleverly disguised trace of wrongdoing among a few documents. But Torano Pais makes it look mild.

Examine relevant areas where suspicious traces are found and throw a summary of the details to your men when you have a purpose.

The irregularities found in a series of tasks had already been discovered in sixteen cases, even retrospectively.

"Mr. Shiits, I think. Isn't this how a young man can find someone else's wickedness because he's his kind?

"I see. You're a person who's always been evil, so you're also sensitive to other people's evils. That's the way it goes."

A subordinate (Nicolo) and his supervisor (Shiites) exchange views.

Everyone knows Pais is one of the most flirtatious boys in Mortern territory, so there's no objection.

Not from the person of the day.

"That's rude. It's just a trick."

"The trick? Is there such a thing?

"It's the same as when you apply a cream of cake. Imagining a beautiful plane, I glimpse it sooo much. If there's a bump in the basement, that's all I catch. Or snap. An attempt to delude this always creates an unnaturalness. The paperwork, too, can be unnaturally hooked at such a time when it is viewed sooo well while doing the normal work. That's the trick to finding fraud. In a way, you must be used to it. It's not a fine number, it's a big picture."

"Well, you know what a cake is, don't you?"

"Exactly. To be deluded, you have to be deluded more broadly and politely, rather than just on the spot with Kosovoso. However, if you are a noble nobleman, it is still something that humans with limited areas of competence and authority try to delude you to a narrow extent, so it becomes an unnatural form of creaming and evening only part of it. Locally, it's beautiful, but if you pull it big enough, it looks weird."

"Boy, that's a pretty good theory, but I'm going to make the checks tough, okay? We will thoroughly destroy the boy's deception. Good to see you there."

"Shit!! You should have kept your mouth shut."

"Wahaha,"

The Mortairn family had a pleasant atmosphere.

It is an atmosphere because the acquittal of casserole has already been confirmed, and morale is high because of the outrage of subduing a person who is just trying to get on with this.

"All right, now you've done your research on all the materials you've got."

"I'm tired. I've never chased so many letters and numbers before."

"Slavomir is a goat chaser."

"It's better than chasing a woman, though. No, is that sounder as a man than a goat? Be careful. Uh, Three has a goat for her lover. I can't believe she's single for life..."

"Ugh, be careful, Slavomir."

"Everybody's cool."

Slavomir, who is to be teared up by seniors, is still a teenager. I don't even know the exact age because I'm a former refugee, but a flavor like roughly early teens. With a loving face that is somewhere unhateable, like a raccoon, coupled with the appearance of a lovely child face, he is the bully in charge of healing in the Mortairn family squire.

"Young lady, I'm done writing to you"

"Thank you, Douglad. Is refraining okay?

"Of course. If you use too much and your hand swells, please make a special allowance. Every time a young man is too rough."

"I don't blur. I don't blur. If you worked enough to have tenosynovitis, that's an injury to your honor. I'll think about it. Now, let's take all the letters."

Pais had his men hold a bunch of letters and weave their jackets.

The atmosphere changes with the squire.

"What, is the young lady saddled from a detective to a letter courier?

"Sounds like a noisy delivery guy. The letters you hand out are tragedies and nightmares."

"It's good because it's a plus for people to be handed out. Then I'll go."

Leaving that behind, Pais [traveled instantly] throughout the Kingdom of God. Keep flying around the country.

Evidenced fraudulent charges by anonymous letter. What those targeted have in common are those who now circulate rumors that the Mortairns are the culprits of treasure crown theft.

A world of lack of information transmission. Casserole killer theories are still circulating in and around Wang Capital.

Approximately fewer than twenty humans are actively involved in this. People who hate the rise of military families, belong to inner and outer homes, and do not hesitate to conspire to discredit other houses.

The wrongdoing of such a common house is thus to be charged, so it is irresistible to all concerned.

After flying around the country for a while (later), Pais takes only Douglad, the voyager, to the royal castle instead of escorting him.

In the first instance, to report the status quo to the Duke of Kadreček, who has superior authority over this investigation.

However, when Pais entered the designated room, there was a human being there other than the Duke of Kadrecek. Some have a samurai-like style of sidekick and escort, but only one person in a prominent location thinks he is an old man and a noble man.

That, too, the Duke had ceded his seat.

I can tell from the costume that I'm not royal, but from Pais, I'm almost a first-person, faceless person.

"Oh, Lord Pastry-Mortellen. How's the end?

"It's like a bump, His Excellency the Duke of Kadrecek. In the meantime, we've got a good separation, so as I contacted you beforehand, it's up to you to ask for a report."

"Right or right. Well, come here and sit down. Looks like you've been keeping a lot of things busy too. Let's even act like tea."

"Thank you. By the way, who are you?

Pais has a big conjecture.

He is not royal while the Duke may cede his seat. So, foreign dignitaries or religious affiliates, or equivalent or higher nobility.

In the case of aristocracy, there are two of them in such a position that they can be called the Duke of the military writ. Foreign Affairs Writ or State Writ.

"We've heard a lot about you, Sir Pastry-Morthern. This will be the first time we have talked about it in this way, but my name is Baldassare-Paigello-Mill-Sieberto. I am entrusted by Your Majesty with the power of office."

"It's a pastry. I am honored to have been acquainted with His Eminent Marquis. And why do you have both of your Excellencies here?"

Marquis Siebert with a slightly thinner head.

Originally, I would be surprised to see what a man who should be marginal, such as Pais face-to-face, would be up to if he were to wait for Pais in line with the Duke of Kadrecek.

"... an apology"

"Apologize?"

"Existence of deep apologies for my men's failure and significant inconvenience to the Mortairn family"

Looking sincerely sorry, Pace chewed on the man who took a profound apology stance.

Suddenly it's the apology of the nation's largest faction leader. Don't be surprised. I can't.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I want you to accept the Marquis' apology. Can you put your face up?"

Furthermore, even the Duke of Kadrecek has the shoulders of the Marquis of Siebert.

The boy, who sees an adult who still doesn't move silently, exhaled after thinking about it for a while.

"If His Excellency the Marquis says so much, I accept your apology. In the first place, the incident was not just about managing the crown, but also about security in the castle. If both of them accept responsibility, I have nothing to say."

"Thank you. At last, it's a request to the Mortairns."

"Request?"

"Yep. I also heard from the Duke of Kadreček, about the fraudulent investigation that has now been carried out. Could you leave the punishment to me? Evidence of your misconduct. I'd like to play to Your Majesty."

The Marquis' aim comes here and turns out.

Knowing that scandal exposure was inevitable, including his own children, he wanted to at least make the wound smaller. As a cure for this, we want to drop the injustice by punishing ourselves.

Even for Pais, if he can, he wants to retaliate with his own hands, and there are only a few things he can do in a weak associate baron's house.

"Even as a Kadreček family, I want to minimize disruption in the country. Irregularity is unacceptable, and I do not intend to condone disrespect for Sir Mortairn. But we're not the ones who have trouble keeping the government behind."

"… then the dismissal and discipline of the human being from now on is the minimum condition"

"Let's hear it."

"Miyagi, Undersecretary of Miyagi, Viscount Gore, Baron Baruch, Associate Baron Joe Messen, Associate Baron Kanakolobach"

"I see. You're the ones who were trying to get Sir Mortairn wronged. Arrange for a tough shake down, no doubt. Of course, I ask His Majesty to punish me myself."

The people that Pais named are the ones that Pais was particularly angry with among those found to be unjust this time.

"And..."

"Do you still have any terms?

"There's one thing I want"

"... there is also an apology for this one. Let's do what we can."

Pace said what he wanted.

The two high-ranking aristocrats who knew this boy was out of standard exposed their vigilance as to what to say. Most of all, the Duke of Kadrecek probably included curiosity.

"Then I demand. From our territory to Uncle Ratesh territory. Aside from Roccarat Street, I'd like you to lay the streets. Regardless, in the national budget. This is the area under the authority of the State Scripture, isn't it?

"Oh my God!!

The Marquis of Siebert turned his eyes to unexpected demands.

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"That stupid son!!

"Ha, I didn't expect to steal the treasure crown and take the state budget. I'm also surprised at the investigative material you showed me afterwards. I was prepared enough to find one or two injustices, but nearly twenty. It's like covering almost every department. Besides the matter of His Majesty, say that he will take this opportunity to put out pus. Siebert had his head."

"Looks rough in the castle."

"Of what. Sometimes it's a good medicine for the palace freckles. Even if you can't sit someone you know in an empty seat, you're in the process of adjusting. This is something I brought along with that thank you. I'd like to thank your son and your lord over and over again."

"Thank you"

The Duke of Kadreček offers a leather bag.

Slightly heavy, and seeing that swell on the bread is going to be a hassle to even count how much money.

"In the future, please."

The two of them taking over a handshake.

Drop off the Duke, who left the room freshly just after business.

"One case settled, is it?

"Right. But......"

"But?"

Casserole also smiled at Baron Iceleg's smile. But that face doesn't mean a completely sunny smile.

Casserole whines a word.

"When will I be able to go home"

Together with the Baron Ice Leng, who was watching, the answers were not held together.