Sweet Reincarnation

Sir Liptauer's territory was boiling well into the current economy.

Before the cause, Sir Liptauer opens his mouth with a smile.

"When we talked, I suddenly doubted my ears, but when I actually saw them like this, it really made me feel."

"Thank you for your help."

"What do you say? Through the streets is what we want too. I can't even complain to the Royal Palace at the Knight House, but I didn't expect you to bring such a massive construction, Sir Mortairn."

"Yeah. It was also worth my father's struggle. Even for me, I'm proud."

Pastry is side-by-side with the Hokhok-faced samurai.

Since the general disturbance, the streets have taken the budget of the royal palace as forcefully as they were half-threatened, and began construction immediately, with a rapid uprooting for all concerned.

Less than a week later, street work was started, also because the Mortairns were already ready to lay streets in the territory.

In this world without aircraft, military operations are mostly carried out using the streets. Therefore, the laying of streets across territories and territories requires the agreement of all the lords involved, or the sovereign power of kings. Laying streets on someone else's land on your own is synonymous with declaring war on your own.

But where I have made it to the lord, I hope that self-government will be convenient. As long as there is no military tension, the maintenance of roads and transport networks is desirable for everyone. However, in infrastructure development where large sums of money will be needed, it can often happen if the burden is too heavy for weak lords.

Here is also the difficulty with which all the lords involved agree, and even those that are hypothetically strongly needed can always be rubbed with the extent to which they are borne.

Therefore, the laying of streets, etc. on which the royal family bore everything, was welcomed with all hands up.

"Speaking of which, did you decide where to stretch the streets? The conversation was that we haven't decided yet."

"It's a letter of State and a consultation. In that regard, there is a chance of winning...... it seems that the houses in the candidate stretch seem to be rubbing with all the rights-sensitive houses. Well, we're going to stretch the streets a little north, and in the future we're going to stretch them all the way around Viscount Bombino."

"Well, when it comes to the Bombino family, has our Lord just changed recently? I think he was a landlord in the southeast, but he used to have handouts. When we suddenly raised the sequence in the last few moments, we also talked about it during Uncle Ratesh's wedding, and we heard that we were waiting to see each other in order."

"We were friends on the same boat in a pirate crusade, and we're getting along because we're close in year"

"I see. If there's any fold, I'd appreciate it if you'd introduce me."

"Of course, His Excellency Sir Liptauer takes care of me on a daily basis, so I will consult with you to the extent that I mediate the face-to-face meeting."

This construction is based on a plan that was once drafted more internally in the Mortairn family.

Although it is a Mortarn territory that is more developed than it was, there have long been some constraints on growth.

Water, roads, mountains, and four people are blinding constraints.

Water goes without saying. In Mortairn territory, which has long tended to be dry, water cure is the greatest political role. If we tried to enrich our territory, we would really need to secure and organize water. How to successfully discriminate even limited water is also an important political challenge for the Mortairn family.

Mountains, like water, are problems that arise in the territorial location pattern.

If we try to proceed with the development of the territory, constraints arise in that it is land surrounded by mountains to do anything. Unlike other territories, you can draw drawings as you please on a wide plain.

disadvantaged land, in that the territory is a particularly undulating terrain.

And men. There are no human beings in the poor lands of the periphery who like to come.

Those who have migrated to Mortarn territory are admirers of casserole, or have migrated without being stuffed.

The only thing I can say I liked and migrated myself would be about decoco, the former trafficker.

The last is the road.

At the beginning of the migration, no streets even existed.

After a long foreign affairs compromise, there is a history of finally being allowed to stretch the streets of Roccarat at their own expense. Even then, Sir Liptauer was asked to cooperate.

For people and things to come and go, we can't talk without roads, and we can't increase the amount of logistics beyond the size of roads.

By the pastries, each of these challenges is organized, and only plans have long been made for street maintenance.

"If we can do this new street, it will be a stepping stone for reconstruction even as a home. When the bandits ravaged me, I regretted it, but I hope it will lead to success."

"If it works as expected,"

"We trust Sir Mortairn and your power there. Me and your father lined up horses. Even if the prospects can be slightly off, they can't be out of view at all."

"I'm afraid you have my trust."

Street laying by the royal budget taken by Pais. The plan provides for a completely different path from the existing streets.

By doing so, when the logistics volume could be expected to be more than simply doubled, it was time to wear a van.

Until now, there's one road. The end was Mortauern territory, and along the way there was a village in Sir Liptauer's territory. What happens if I add another bottle of this?

To conclude, the logistics becomes circulating in a circular fashion.

If existing, for example, transactions with the territory of Ratesh become piston transportation. A form that goes and goes the same way.

Leaving the territory of Letesh, it passes through several villages and leads to Mortairn territory. And when you come back to Ratesh territory, you have to go through the exact same villages.

When trading, items purchased in one village may return to the same village again, which is extremely wasteful as a trading route. Less flavorful.

However, if there are two streets and they go further away. It will be possible to pass through different villages on the way and home. Logistics produces vein and artery circulation without precipitation.

Horrible.

Even for Sir Liptauer, who rang by his martial name, he felt so.

Sometimes simple force or magical power is horrible, but I'm not a coward enough to be frightened of this. What he feared was political power.

It is only political influence that should be vigilant, precisely and spectacularly conceived, concrete plans formulated, pipes used with the centre, face-to-face against the royal family and taken away from a large budget. We can count on it when we get that leeway, but when we make it an enemy, we can't be enemies in the One-Horseman family.

"I don't want to make your house an enemy."

"As long as your territory is next to our territory, we want to be very friendly."

Neighbors have a lot of trouble with each other.

That's why it's a common perception that we need to foster trust with each other. In that regard, Cavalier Liptauer, who is also a friend of Casserole, is able to build a relationship of trust as an individual.

"Well, it's time for me to be free."

"What, can't we have a cup of tea? I'm purchasing tea that seems to suit your taste."

"I'll make that another opportunity pleasure. I'm sure we'll have to interrupt the streets a few times."

"Well, unfortunately, I'd like to say hello to your father."

"Yes.... I'll tell you as soon as I get back"

Words left by Pais to return to Mortairn territory.

Sir Knight also wondered if the casserole was out somewhere. But the opponent is the wizard of metastasis. I don't even care that there won't be any difficulty going out anywhere.

For the most part, I also expected him to be out around the King's Capital, but that was half a hit. Correct in terms of being in the Wang capital, not in terms of going out and being called.

Pais is busy returning to Mortairn territory.

Whatever, just because our Lord is a surrogate during his absence, he also refrains from everyday hobbies.

There was a rush of agricultural water in the western village, but there was a burglary in the new village, and we're preparing for the New Year's ceremony, and we're representing all the settlements.

"Ugh... a lot of work"

"I don't know what else to do. Because no one else has planned for our general to be kept in the royal palace. I'm sure you've been able to make things easier for me."

"If this were to happen, I should have compromised where appropriate"

"Boy always does too much. Come on. I don't know how to add or subtract a little more, and it's hard to wipe your ass. All this time, I mean a good lesson. Oh, and when you're done with that, look down on this salt stockpile."

There is also the rarity of the next lord being chased to work in tears, and there is a different atmosphere in the affairs of Mortairn territory than usual.

Besides, my employees push me to work together with the intention of moxibustion, so I am making more progress than usual.

That is why it was the pastry of none other than the Lord who was most pleased with his return.

"Ugh, I'm home now"

"Father, thank you for coming back. Welcome back."

Casserole showed her face to the office after a report of her return to her wife. The moment he saw him, the boy greeted him with a full grin with his hands up.

"Were there any problems while you were away?

"Admiral, which issue should I report from?"

"... Shiites, don't give me a headache when I come back"

"That being said, thanks to Boy for doing the extra thing, it's a pile of problems. People's feet are gathered from elsewhere and the problem of lodging arises, people with bad galas wander around the new village, people who have been bandit damaged in the past are anxious, and people who drop money are not comfortable with stockpiling because they buy firewood or something... anyway, there are many problems, so be prepared."

"In the meantime, I'll hear that later. Now that I've just left, I want to take a breath."

"Well, boy's good for a while."

When his father returned, he finally thought he was going to work for confectionery making (shiyumi). A little bit was the boy of the day.

"Me? He said his father was back because of it too...... Is Shiites also a hobby that annoys me?

"... just kidding. Come on. Boy, are you seriously crying?

"The aroma of fragrant and baking dough, the smell of sweet drifting sugar and honey... I think I'm going to get withdrawal symptoms. I don't care if my arms rust."

"If you get that far, you're already sick. Man, thanks to the boy, we've got a lot of cleaned up problems, and we'll do it later."

"Are you sure? Do you mind if my father too?

"Oh, you can go"

"Yay ~!!"

Get permission from the grownups. No, Pais jumping out.

And those who see it off shall have not a single sigh.

"Is he passionate about anything other than confectionery?

"You can't do that.... By the way, how did you settle for the fact that the general was caught after all?

"In the meantime, the blind virtuous nobleman has been expelled from the court. Some of the big men apparently took refuge, but they couldn't help but have enough seats on their hands. Now we're fighting that battle."

"I'm not going down. I hate talking about that hand. It's not about ability, it's about edge."

"That's what nobility is all about. Instead of choosing the more competent one, the one above chooses the one who is not incompetent to profit"

"If you are too competent, you will be surrounded, right? That must be why the Admiral was flown here. So, how did the theft come along?

Casserole also looks relaxed in our home for the first time in a long time. In conversations with familiar faces, perseverance is devoid of shards.

"In the end, I hid that the princess was the cause of the commotion, and only ended up affirming that what was Lord, including His Majesty, that I was not the culprit. So the people who were making a scene calmed down."

"Why are you hiding about the princess?

"It's hard to prove whether things were an accident or an incident, and they decided it wouldn't be rough to keep it as a domestic problem inside the royal family. It's a political decision that adds up to external influences. I heard the princess can be quite tough."

"That's another vague settlement."

"He said that there was a painful decision to clarify the culprit and punish him greatly, which had a lot to do with it, and he couldn't possibly not punish him. The Miyagi also fired, so it was difficult to judge the rubbing in the royal palace until a successor was appointed. Apparently, the department that divides the ritual has completely disappeared. Something about the suspicious documents turning around."

"Uh... oh, yeah, speaking of rituals"

Shiites turned the subject away aggressively.

Because I had too many thoughts about where the suspicious documents came from.

"Decide what you want to do with the New Year's celebration. More people, and many new adults will be hiring early in the New Year"

"It's just as good as last year. In the morning we will do a sanctification of the new adults, and as it were, we will celebrate the New Year in the afternoon."

"What do I do with invitations coming from all over the place?

"I really have to share the place with Pais. If it's too much, I can say no, but if you don't mind surrogating, can you do it in Shiites?

"... me, I haven't slept busily in a while?

"It's been a while now. After the New Year, there will be more men. It'll be a little easier for you, too."

"I hope so."

In the southern continent, where customs like years remain deeply rooted, we all get one year together in the New Year. The celebration of the New Year was to be celebrated in abundance, in conjunction with the fact that there was no custom of celebrating birthdays.

Naturally, as an aristocrat, it is also an opportunity to invite something close to you to behave as a drinker.

The Mortairns are more often invited than other houses, and it is a matter of yearly concern to see how to treat them.

"Whatever, there's also the hand of having Anise or Jose represent him. If it's not important at all, you can represent your wife or daughter."

"I don't mind, can you do that?

"What? Is there a problem?

"No. The kid's been busy for a while now, so it looks like your daughter and wife were planning something, and they were hanging on to it... see"

Rumor has it, I don't know.

From behind the mansion, the laughter of the fun ladies echoes.

with the sad screams of the pastry.