Sweet Reincarnation

The Mortairn family's New Year begins with haste.

Because there is an increase in human resources in Mortern territory, where overwork is chronic from time to time.

"It is Corona-Mil-Harskivi. I am willing to risk my life to serve His Excellency Mortairn."

"You're Mr. Corona. I read the references from my brother-in-law. While a woman, I hear she is a reliable samurai. My family is susceptible to some jealousy and other household pressures. I expect many opportunities to wield my powers"

"Ha. I'll do my best"

Responding to the light atmosphere of Pais with a samurai, crisp move is one of the newly-hired prospective squire on the occasion of the New Year. Formal employment contracts and assignments to provide education from now on were still ahead of us, and we were now greeting them.

The woman who named herself Corona, eighteen. Pais's sister was married to the Harskivi family.

A reputation for insisting that I will not marry a man weaker than myself, and for being a stubborn man who has never even made a lover and is single before. He beat the guy who was supposed to be his fiancée in front of the public, and he had a past where he was disengaged. Since then, a story had been written in the letter that there was no longer anything to name my fiancée.

In the small, poor Herskivi family, it is also difficult to just support women with marital policy difficulties. Personnel pressed in the form of referrals to the Mortairn family because they can't afford to hire new martial artists. He also had the feeling that if he was inspired by some insane Mortairn family, his thinking would have been a little more flexible.

How dare you cut all the reddish dark hair around your shoulders? As a samurai, it's normal, but since a prenup aged woman is cutting her hair with a bump, it doesn't look like she's even a woman who can handle it with a glimmer of string, Pace writes down a note.

Long enough to be a little over a hundred and seventy centimeters tall, shoulder to shoulder. At this point, there are no shards of your atmosphere. The face on the scuffle is burning a little in the day, and the eyes of a strong will stare at Kiss Pais.

From the pais of knowing my brother-in-law was a generation of military men, the feeling of martial arts stained with the atmosphere of your house looked intense.

If you also finish your one-on-one greeting, your gaze will turn sideways. There are other prospective recruits.

"I'm Joanove-Tron. It's called Joan from something close. I'm good at calculations because they're planted in parents, but I don't like bows and horseback riding. My parents serve His Royal Highness the Viscount of Bombino, but since my brothers are here, I have been introduced to the Mortairn family. We hear you can eat a lot of sweet and delicious food."

"Joan. When I talk about sweets longer, it's stopped from Shiites, so later. Being good at calculating is the talent that I sincerely wanted as a homeowner. Perhaps it will be an internal affair to be assigned after training. Depending on your wishes, another department is possible. In our company, which plans several new businesses, the internal affairs department will need more and more manpower in the future, so we will have it act as an immediate force."

"Please be gentle."

The young man named Joan is fifteen years old. Three boys in the house serving the Viscount's house. As soon as I grew up this year, I was to be employed by the Mortairn family with a letter of reference from Viscount Bombino, also meaning various thoughts and causes.

It features red hair like sunset, with a saggy face combined with a low height, making the atmosphere unsuitable for rough affairs.

"Batchley-Maurette. Joan and I are childhood friendly and good at running. Uh... I'll do my best."

"Batchley. That's a batch. Fast feet help. Something's busy. In my house, I have a lot of errands to run. If you already have close friends, there's probably no problem with coordination."

"Guys."

The poorly spoken man, like Joan, is the son of a Viscount Clerk's house. As the word childhood taming suggests, he is fifteen years old at the same age. I'm leaving the house under exactly the same circumstances, Five Boys. In fact, I am quite far from Viscount Bombino, Uranta, but become a relative.

A skinny but tall, slightly feeling, workout looking young man.

"Well, the last three of us will know each other well, and it's good to introduce ourselves. Monty, Jome, Bio"

"Yes."

"Nice to meet you."

"... yeah"

Monty thing Montemocci. Thirteen-year-old young man from a village west of Mortairn territory (Kochen). Jome, Joe Messenary, is also a fourteen-year-old young man from Kochen. And the bio thing. The violator is a thirteen-year-old woman from New Village (Le Milotte).

The three of them were to be hired from new adults from Mortairn territory in view of their hopes and abilities. In the realm, it's the so-called elite.

We started out with Pais and Caserol and have been interacting with the Mortairn family for a great deal of time, so we knew each other about their faces and names, and we grabbed some character.

"If all three are to build a new squire house independently of their parents, they will need a family name. Even if you go from parent to parent, you are the parents of the squire family in form. You can surround everyone in the house right now, but even in that case, you need a family name. Talk to each other and make sure you don't wear it."

"Dear Pace, please put on something good."

"Well then, the Sugar Amaama family, the Honey Nevaneva family, the Pimogmog family..."

"Oh, I knew I'd think for myself"

"Really?"

Three people panicked when they nearly gave me a family name that was going to embarrass me about naming them. Two laughed beside him, one standing faceless with his spine stretched out.

"Later another Lamito will join us, but you six are going to hire me as a squire at home after the rookie training. Expect to be active"

"" Yes!!

The rookie's unique, tenacious voice is summed up.

"Now, the information in the realm will be taken to the inspection. Can we all ride horses?

Half said yes to Pais' question.

Corona from the aristocratic family and two men from the squire family were able to learn and ride, but three from the villagers said they had never ridden.

"Then ride in pairs"

If there are three people who can ride horses and three who can't, it's just right to pair them up.

"Bio, get in the car with me."

"Huh? But..."

"Because it's good. Ho ho. Uh-huh. Girl scent. And your skin in Subesbe."

"Um... ooh"

"Ugh, my thighs are also tense. You're working out - Ghoo!!

"Bio, get in my place."

As soon as I told him to be in pairs, it was Joan who was sexually harassed by nature. Corona, the same sex as Bio, beat the moron up because she stretched her under her nose to a seemingly adult Bio to do something about the moron. And I invited my younger contemporaries to my own horse.

It was Pais who had to take care of the troubled child who sighed at him.

"... Joan, I forbid you to do anything your colleagues don't like. Totally. As punishment, you run along. Monty rides with the batch. Joom is riding with me."

"Yes."

"Hey, I'm terrible at running!!

"I will not tolerate sexual harassment. Well, let's start with the forest and the reservoir."

A horse walks out three heads. I can't get that much speed because I have two people on board, but I also get more speed than humans run lightly, so the sexual harassment guy I follow is desperate.

"This is the first reservoir. It covers the demand for water in Zarsden, the eastern villages (Kirchen) and Le Milotte, and it's the lowest water level this time of year."

"Heh ~ Bigger than I thought. Are there no fish or anything?

"When cleaning, the water drains completely and dries up, so the fish can't live naturally. Cultivation is a future consideration."

"Cultivation?"

"It's like having livestock, it's like having fish and growing more,"

"That's good"

The first reservoir built is located close to the new village. If you're going to build a reservoir for a long time, Coco and the surveyed land, where the ground is relatively stable.

The management here is carried out by Gallaghans in conjunction with the management of the forest, so we also brought the rookie around to greet him.

"Young lady, good luck taking a lot of people today. Are you new here?

"Yes, it is. Guys, he's the galagan. Forest steward, first reservoir steward and a great senior named Kiln in the main village, so as to be taught a lot."

"Yes."

"I'm not great. I have only gained more titles because young people and casseroles are using me a lot. Young lady, I want my men."

"Someone in here is going to be one of Glagan's men, so we should talk a little bit."

Where Pais uttered the word, the man who would be a senior looked around at the rookie.

A little while longer to look at the women is adorable, but I also get a glimpse of the sobriety of keeping a bump on people who seem to excel as seniors.

"I recommend Forest Numbers because there are many Yuroku. If you've been assigned as a rookie because of your main job of looking around and managing, let's start with looking around the night shift. Now that I'm doing this with irregular sleep, it just helps to make up for that part."

"Forest trees, too, you've grown a lot. It's thicker than my arm, so is it better?"

"Right. I think one of the flowers will bloom this summer, and the young lady is ready to make the honey she wants. My men have the best taste of this honey, so those who want it are welcome."

"You're not out of line."

Pais laughed.

Not to the cunning of a glargan, fishing with a sweet thing called honey and having a very cute man. Besides, there were several people who were likely to be caught easily.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Gallaghan's presentation was also just about over, and Joan caught up with him running after the horse and chasing him.

He's breathing pretty high, crouching in where he caught up, looking up to heaven with his arms behind him and about to suffer.

The last one was also hard to predict getting to the woods, and Pace raised his voice.

"Well, let's go next. We're heading to the new village."

"" Yes ""

"Shh!! Give me some more rest."

Head to the next location as soon as possible.

Gallaghan dropped him off wondering that only one person would follow him in a helo.

The village of Le Milotte has not yet been ready.

Due to the fact that the villagers are also gathering from elsewhere, the village has a lot of trouble with the details anyway.

Trouble with humans born and raised in water-rich areas using too much water from wells. Noise trouble at night when people from the area who work even after sundown wake up with people with no such customs. Or the nuances of the words that come from the difference.

To name but a few, only this village is entrusted with the responsibility of policing as administrator.

"They are Tobiam and Glasage. Tobaiam is in charge of policing this new village and has also arbitrated various rubbings. Grassage is in charge of civil engineering related in the realm, as well as the new educator, so everyone will remember well."

"" Yes, thank you ""

Early on about the new village, introduce the newcomers to the seniors.

Grassage and Tobiam also showed welcome to newcomers just because overwork was becoming chronic.

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Buhicha, you're all cute compared to the young lady. I don't know, young lady, why are you just sleeping on one?

"It's a punishment for a little commotion. Please leave me alone."

It was a glass and tobiam with a strange face, but it didn't start now that Pais did something strange, so I flushed it light and started explaining it.

"Well, Glass's job will be taught during training, so you should explain mine... well what. Come to me, tough guy."

His nose was also rough and he was in a mood for solicitation of newcomers, but it is impossible to give a more nuanced explanation to Tobiam of the Martial Sect than the former.

"Ha... Tobiam's explanation wouldn't have told me, so let me explain. Keeping it from my introduction, I'm Glasage. I don't mind everyone calling me that because they call me Glass for the pastries that are there and for the ones that are close to me. My job, as it was in the introduction, is to oversee construction and construction relations in the territory. There are currently many construction plans in Mortarn territory and the construction of a national highway extending to the East as a national project is progressing. If assigned, I'm going to have you start with an assistant to these business supervisors. I want newcomers to have the pleasure of moving people and creating things."

"Oh."

"Next up is Tobaiam's job, but he is policing the new village. Arbitration of the judicial part is also included in the jurisdiction. We need to explain this work from the village's history. We all know there was a massive banditry in the south last year."

The glass I've just gained experience with was calming, and it was an explanation I was used to just being in charge of rookie training last year.

By the time the question about the bandit's victimization flew to the rookie, it had already become a rookie training atmosphere, but the instructor replied that everyone knew about the question.

"Fine. For reasons such as being victimized by this bandit or the aftermath of it, many more people were in peripheral possession at the time and had difficulty in their lives. They had to sweeten their poverty enough to sell themselves or even call themselves refugees in the territory. Sooner or later, when we decided that there would be an orderly influx and outflow of refugees, we created this village as a receptacle to deal with the problem beforehand. I don't know what time (when) it will cost in a disorderly upheaval, but there are circumstances behind it that the cost could have been estimated if it had been an orderly remedy for the needy."

"Hee ~"

There was curiosity in the eyes of the newcomers.

In particular, people who have been involved in internal affairs or are from Mortairn territory listen with interest.

Because it is information unknown to ordinary villagers: the circumstances behind the measures taken by the Lords.

"Naturally, the villagers come from a variety of sources, and the circumstances are different from one another. Economic conditions are fragmented, and the demographic composition is distorted by the large number of women, children and the elderly. Until it settles down sooner or later, it is required to respond differently than normal village operations, but it is also difficult for the Lords to respond at all times in the main village. So, as the person in charge, Tobiam is responding on a full-time basis."

"Buhisha, you're amazing."

Tobiam takes a tremendously great attitude to explaining the glass.

Seriously, if your body is just a mess, if you take a chest-tightening stance, it's a little scary from the freshman adult. In fact, the three from the villagers are a little pully.

"Being a subordinate of Tobiam is rewarding because it increases your chances of dealing with children, old people, or women, as well as being directly thankful. Sometimes you need some arm because a lot of your work is rubbish arbitration, but your boss is a goofy bastard on this street. He wants us to assign people who can act as intermediaries between Tobaiam and the villagers if we can."

Where the glass has been successfully put together, the newcomers start to worry too.

We have to decide what kind of work we want to do just because we are informed that we can be heard to some extent about our hopes.

"As seniors, Glass and Tobiam, keep up the good work. Next time, I'll go back to the main village and listen to you ~"

The young men leave the village as they are dropped off by two militants.

As it was, Pais brought the newcomers back to the main village.

Waiting for them was a vault number to keep money control in the realm. Nicolo is still young and single.

"Good day, Master Pastry"

"Nicolo. It's your turn. Tell the newcomers about your work. If a newbie can't make an introduction that makes him want to be assigned, it's Nicolo who's in trouble."

"There's another unscrupulous gesture from the young man..."

As the Mortairn family grows larger and richer day by day. Nicolo is also accumulating work with the momentum of accelerating rather than proportionate. It seems that a neighborhood is being built under the eyes here because it is also entrusted with the management of unplanned expenses and the response of the next lord who manages to put on pre-construction and choke it up.

In the case of monetary control, even a single piece of copper coin must not be mistaken, so it does not serve the fat human being. Assignments are dropped off even if a man without aptitude wishes.

However, it is the opinion of the upper echelons that they also want to avoid such things as forcing them to be assigned. Even though I'm busy, I want to reduce my resignation, suitable as much as I can hope.

In other words, if all the newcomers wanted something other than Nicolo's, there could be no newcomers assigned. Responsible.

"Eh - my place is, ah - mainly calculations are business, eh - I've been working hard from day to day, eh..."

But I've just never done anything called a presentation or anything like that before, and I'm nervous about it.

Seeing, Pais replaces the explanation.

"Kohon, Nicolo's place is our financial management. Listening to and summarizing requests from each department, it will be the job of your lord, Father, to assist you with your budget, or to record the money actually spent. You will be entrusted with a lot of money, so you will have a very important role to play, and the rewards for that are great. It's a department that maximizes your abilities, and even women can be active. Also, you will be closely involved with all departments, so you can get an overall view of our company, increase the range of interactions, and you will have many opportunities to meet."

"" Ooh. ""

"Yes, that's what I wanted to say. Young boulder."

Nicolo lowers his chest with relief.

Based on how the newcomers are, they're going to think positively.

From him, who has taken charge of one division suddenly, early in his employment, it is both a status and a fatiguing and truthful desire to have his men put on.

Most importantly, the hardest part of Nicolo's job is his compromise with the next lord, which naturally is not included in the presentation.

"Who can calculate?

A few hands up, but not unanimous.

"Money management is also a department that requires computational power. In this regard, be aware that it may not be as desirable. If you really want to say it, you'll have it started with your studies. Okay, let's go next."

With that said, Pais leads everyone to the main village square.

There were about ten villagers waving wooden spears and familiar men for Pais in the open place.

"Koan, Shiits, you're doing it"

"Boy, are you guided to the rookie?

"Yes, it is. Everyone, these two are our heavy towns. Sgt. Shiites, Chief of Private Corps, and Coantro, Deputy Chief of Private Corps. Koan is also on an initial policing mission in the territory and is entrusted with the operation of a private army on a daily basis. Shiitz is our housekeeper. Being a squire chief, I think everyone will be taken care of if they start to get a job, so remember their faces well."

To the boy's words, the newcomers greet him all together.

Three people from villagers, etc. are now even more nervous because they know the two of them well, but from the other three, they are also nervous because they are introduced to a person (Shiites) who hits the boss of their boss.

"Dear Pastry, what were you doing now?

"Good question. At home, we provide combat training to the will of our inhabitants. Sometimes you count as a force of war when you're in trouble."

"Hee ~"

"Bye, Shiites. Explain it, including around there."

Is that me?

To the sudden nomination, it was a good old man who talked a lot.

The year tells the story to about half of them.

"If you assign to me, it's a good thing that everyone does, and if you're going to explain Koan's place, it's your job to protect the territory. We will look around on a daily basis and deal with any problems we may have. Recently, did you catch an outsider stealing vegetables from the field? It's also my job to catch a bad wizard, stealing his father's eyes in the middle of the night and trying to get out of the house. Essentially, it's a job to say things with skill, so don't be confident."

"Shiites, then it won't be solicitation..."

"That's okay. I've got to tell you, he's not gonna make it."

"Eh, to supplement about the language of Shiites, the villagers from the beginning of the main village are a little ineffective to the point of yelling at them because they are bold and fat enough to know only the struggles of the early days of pioneering, and their children and grandchildren are also often flustered by their influence. Besides, it's the same in terms of being physically trained. Maybe you're more demanding than everyone thinks, so be prepared to struggle, which means. By the way, there are two samples of picture-thick old stock here, for your information. There are so many of them."

"Wouldn't you like to do that, boy?"

"Shiites, you made me explain everything."

Chief squire and Pais stab each other with words.

Behind the two, an arm-wrapped koan watches, and the villagers stop their training hands and observe the youthful squire apprentices.

We need to know exactly what kind of people are out there, just the people who might eventually be involved with us. Rumor networks in the countryside are highly accurate, so all villagers will have information on new members in a few days.

"Well, let's go next. Stay away from here, Slavomir is here, so follow me."

Bad middle-aged drops off a bad boy and travels with Zorozolo.

Destination is the corner of the farmland. It is a plot that has become a fallow for the current year.

Where several villagers looked after goats and chickens, there was a livestock number youth.

"Dear Pastry, are these kids new?

"Yeah. Let me introduce you to everyone. He is Slavomir. I am the head of livestock management and agricultural policy supervisor at home. There are many opportunities to deal with villagers, so some of them will be familiar."

"Nice to meet you. I'm not sure it's difficult, but I'm now in charge of goats, robbers, horses and chickens. I'm also overseeing the work on the fields that Pastry instructs."

"He is a former orphan, but highly valued for his wealth of agricultural and livestock knowledge, practical experience, honest personality, diligent personality, flexibility and applicability to new things. Being his subordinate would allow you to acquire more practical knowledge, and as a potential rider squire, it would be an advantage to get along with horses. It's also a great way to get in touch with cute animals like goats and leopards."

To Pais's words, Slavomir shows off one hyoco.

Together with an explanation that it would take experience to distinguish between males and females, I let everyone touch the peeping leeches.

The women and others also seemed to like the adorable Hyoko, and Pace was surprised at the readiness to prepare props. It makes sense to turn red when you meet Zhu, and all the servants of the Mortairn family are tempted to grow large and small. If you blur, you can get all the newcomers taken by other departments, so you can make fun of them undeniably.

"Well, that's it for now. Other than looking around today, there are places in Douglad where Lamito has already been assigned, but there is no assignment for everyone because this is a special environment. Let's go back to the mansion."

The servants of the Mortairn family are given a room in the mansion if they wish.

If the number of squires increases in the future, it is necessary to prepare dormitories away from them, but now the number of rooms is wasted, so it is effectively used.

Return to the mansion, six men align.

"Well... I've guided everyone's boss along the way, what did you like about it?

Pais' question raised a voice of concern.

"The honey at Mr. Gallaghan's is good, but eggs are good at Mr. Slavomir's. Distressing."

"I am troubled at Lord Tobaiam's or at Lord Coantro's. Both require force and I think it's for me."

"I also admire moving people at Mr. Glasage's, but I also admire discriminating big money like Mr. Nicolo"

The trouble is that people are different, but somehow hope is going to burst.

In that regard, it would be a pleasure from the face of the Mortairn family. Every department has a genuine desire for manpower, including newcomers, because they are waiting for you to come in person.

Now, the newcomers who were worried about what department they wanted.

Pais, who looked around at it all the way through, talks with a very good smile.

"If you're worried, it's possible to take charge of a new business."

"Huh? Some of that stuff?

"Yes. We are planning some projects now at home. There are several things that are frozen without enough manpower, such as projects where delicious treats can be eaten or projects where large sums of money can be made. It is also possible to take charge of these, if we all wish. However…"

"Except?"

"In that case, my boss will be me. Don't worry, I'll teach you courteously, so be sure to raise your hand if you want."

The newcomers still don't know.

The guide to Hell (Death March) is to come with the face of an angel.