Sweet Reincarnation

Supper hosted by Uncle Ratesh.

It's in the line of dishes that have been luxurious, and no-one is looking at food right now.

"Will you be all right?"

"His Excellency's absence here now also has a factional impact..."

Dinner party is not called if there is nothing like it.

How important is the opponent or rather intimate?

Either person is still in Pirate Castle at night. There is a dark blood connection or intimate relationship with the Count Ratesh family, or a house whose connection with the Ratesh family divides death politically. Mostly one of them. Or both.

In other words, how the departure of Uncle Ratesh Brioche becomes an important part of the house.

The center of the gathering. It also makes noise because the person to be called the core has fallen.

"Pais, Jose"

"Father. What the hell happened?

"His Excellency was ill and moved to a separate room. That's all I know."

"If that's the case with your father beside you, it's really unexplained."

When Uncle Ratesh fell, it was the casseroles who happened to be beside him.

In any case, guests are limited, so the good thing about this hand dinner party is that the social time you divide per person is very long. This time that's the shape that came out on the back.

If you try to make it a fallen casserole in front of you, it's true that you chilled your liver, albeit some spiritually forged knights.

To calm down, there is no choice but to use the children as tranquilizers.

After looking at the children's usual faces, Casserole and Anise finally settled down as well.

"Well, shouldn't Father go to Mr. Corton right now?

"Hmm?"

It was Jose who told his father to look for a squire chief of the Ratesh family.

It was my brother who immediately perceived the intention. My sister has a fast spin in her head, but therefore, the conclusion flies and I feel like I'm lacking explanations. It is also in my job to follow that point successfully.

"If Uncle Ratesh needs treatment urgently, it's not even the same if his father just brings in a doctor. Whatever you do, if you have a father beside you who can quickly contact you and transport personnel and supplies, you should be comfortable as a Ratesh family, and you can sell your thanks. Even at home, we can appeal to be intimate with the Ratesh family, and we can emphasize their usefulness and strength. I thought your sister was talking about you."

"I see."

"And if you're going to follow your sister's measures, I think your mother should follow you. If you are a mother, you can give appropriate advice and have a lot of experience in the poor health of pregnant women. In Lord Sergian and Lord Coreton, you don't know much about the treatment of pregnant women."

"It's not as good as a plan. You're exaggerating."

To complement Pais, Jose with a subtle face. Praise for my brother, who added more than his thoughts instantly, and praise for his thoughts.

As for her suggestion, a decisive and summary battlefield man decides yes.

"All right, then you guys stay together. Never fall apart. Pace, I'll take care of Jose. If anything happens, run with your magic. You know what that means?

"Yes."

Mr and Mrs Mortairn went back into the noise with a doozy feeling like it was quick.

One boy, watching beside him, called out to the Pais and the others.

"Lord Pastry."

"Yes?"

"We want to work together, too. Wouldn't it be better to have more women?

It was Viscount Uranta of Bombino who came to voice.

We have offered to help ourselves, too, in a way that is urged by our aides.

Do you have any missed opportunities to sell favors to Uncle Ratesh?

Uranta herself is honestly worried about the health of a pregnant woman, but the aide seemed to want to calmly benefit your home.

"That's not our concern, but certainly more help from women would be appreciated by Same-Sex Uncle Ratesh"

"Then, soon"

Uranta gave the instructions quickly and turned to the Count family for help with the older woman she had been with as a partner. It is not a good idea to keep a woman in another house by herself, and the aides head together as escorts.

When this happens, the younger group becomes one: Pais, Jose and Uranta.

In situations where unforeseen circumstances may occur, it is natural to keep the trustworthy at all together, even in the sense of keeping themselves safe.

Ulanta, who ended up burdening the Mortairn family, honestly apologized.

"I'm sorry. I feel like I'm burdening Lord Pastry."

"No. If Lord Uranta wants to talk to you about escorts, I'm comfortable. For once, shall we go to the corner over there? Less vigilant effort is better."

Obviously, it was a word I understood as a social dictionary.

Except for anomalies like Pace, there are usually no men at nine who can fight a dozen years ago. Even if you were there, it would be extremely small. Uranta would fall into an extremely good category compared to people around the same age, but not in the sense of force.

Not to mention, I'm not wearing a sword right now because I'm a social place. How useful is a protective dagger that I sneaked in my nostalgia? It will only be to the point of rest.

Uranta's mood now, in a nutshell, is anxious.

Due to the circumstances of your family's succession struggle, we have spent time with the fear of assassination from the point of view. It will pay attention to poisoning, be alert to raids, and prevent political failure and fried feet removal. Ironic in that dark experience ripens uranta prematurely.

From the current political situation, my head knows that the threat of previous assassinations has passed. That's why I'm here with Pais and the others, taking off my escort.

But apart from that, my heart trembles.

"Will you be all right"

How the adults are panicking without any awareness of their children.

Seeing that makes me more and more anxious.

It was only very recently that he began to be featured as a key person holding up the traffic shock. I've been invited to the Ratesh family less often and it's hard to say I'm used to it.

If you were to be placed in a turmoil in unfamiliar and strange lands with no one to rely on, it would not be strange to cry out if you were a child.

Long overdue, standing in the pride of the Viscount.

Anxiety, agitation, fright, confusion. For a moment, I feel more and more depressed.

It was such a uranta, but along with the pern and the creepy sound, it struck me in the back.

Wow, the raid, I look back.

At the end of the line of sight was a girl with a flat hand. Apparently, he got his back stuck.

"It's okay. I don't go that far."

It's Jose.

With a smile that should be called a full smile, she looks like a beautiful girl laughing nicely. For a moment, Uranta stops moving, trying to fall in love.

"Sister, how dare you do this to His Highness the Viscount?"

"Because I was nervous about the awesome bee, and he looked scared. Thought I'd relieve you of some tension. Look, it sounds like you got a lot of insurance, and the guy who turned out to be O'Rei?

"If I had a father, I'd turn a blind eye, wouldn't I?

"It's okay because it's an emergency. You're so hard on your head, Pais. Hey, Uranta."

If my brother is my brother, my sister is my sister.

To my sister, who is still studying about socializing, Pais holds her head.

"Ha, uh... thank you?

If you ask me, the emotions I was afraid of anxiety were getting better. Yes, Uranta felt it.

Whatever you think is an insane response, is it right to be angry about being slapped, or should I thank you for relaxing the tension?

Because of my experience of unclassifiability, I said thank you for now, but I don't have to stop questioning it. I have no choice.

"My Pais is here, and so am I, so you just have to stay with Don. Uranta's a Viscount, isn't she? You just have to order a great escort to descend like us."

"Sister, that Uranta would also be too rude. My apologies, Lord Uranta."

"No, because I'm the same age as Lord Pastry, and I know how you feel. Miss Josephine, if you please, call me Uranta."

"Bye, Uranta. I'm good with Jose, too. I'm tired of being used to honor younger people."

"... that's good enough. I gave up on your sister."

"That's wise. Boulder Pace."

When Pais finally gave up thinking about the bumpy response by Jose.

The adults come back with calm.

Uranta is not the only one who should be relieved.

"Father, it's a pleasure to have you back."

"... Anything wrong?

The complexion of the casserole gets worse.

As a soldier, I was alert to the uncommon atmosphere of Pace.

"No, there is nothing, Sir Mortairn. The three of us were waiting for nothing in particular."

"Yes, yes. I've been waiting for a good girl. I think I can set an example."

I'll tell you what, Jose.

Ulanta hammering even as she smiles bitterly at it.

Casserole, who sensed something about the two, takes his usual course of action as a Mortairn family. In other words, when the child is troubled later, it is sent ahead. It's also called giving up.

"Right. By the way, Pais, are you familiar with medicine?

"What? No. I think I have about general education and basics, but I don't think I'm familiar with them."

"Right..."

"No way, even if you have some serious illness with Uncle Ratesh?

Ba and surrounding eyes gather.

While the information is mixed up and confusing, the Mortairn family has one of the best advantages in the country when it comes to information transmission. I was wondering if you had grabbed any important information beforehand.

At the end of the day, there are grown-ups who stop by to listen rather than to listen.

Seeing it, Casserole teases the gophone and coughs and says calmly.

"No, from the standpoint of the doctor I brought in, he said he had no health problems. It's just sleep deprivation and overworked anemia."

"So why are you asking questions like that earlier?

"Mm-hmm. The doctor says it's clearer to bring an experienced midwife than you do. They kicked me out of the women's club before I knew anything specific. If it's Pais, don't you realize something?

"You don't know anything about boulders. Precisely, something involving a pregnant woman, to the extent that the doctor noticed."

"Right. No, I just thought you might. Never mind."

Casserole question.

That the doctor called the midwife even though she didn't throw the keys.

Even if it is an amateur judgment, it is deduced that it would be something tangled in the point where Uncle Ratesh is pregnant. But I don't know what's going on and I don't know what to call a midwife.

"Didn't your father bring the midwife?

"No. It seems Lord Corton was prepared for the midwifery by the time it was excessive. They had about three midwives in the mansion ready to handle emergencies day and night. Immediately after me and the men were evicted, the midwife was also called."

"That's amazing..."

The Goldman family, which also enters the Five Fingers in the country.

I would spare no effort to use that financial power to prepare you for the birth of your heir.

Hot water is always boiling so that you can use it at any time, and it's not a level of over-protection because it's equipped with a woman in the first place for 24 hours, including a platoon for protection, and even more important social is mostly represented by Sergian.

At the level of protection for endangered species, I hear your house is coming together.

"Wait. That means something unexpected happened to Mr. Coreton, right?

"Don't be. What the hell happened?"

"If there was any trouble or condition abnormality that could occur in a normal pregnancy, I was already prepared. or a situation where the doctor is calm... not a normal pregnant woman? or a normal pregnant woman......"

If we organize the information, we have something that gradually becomes visible.

Pais is what he's looking like. It was Jose who guessed as soon as possible.

"Maybe you're a twin. Like Rico."

"I see. That would certainly be a case of calling a midwife"

Jose's thoughts.

The elephant that was listening around this moved.

Whatever, all those people who would benefit greatly from keeping Uncle Ratesh in the mood. Just here, it starts to leap.

Gifts so far are good, male and female parenting products and clothing. That's for one person, too. No house changes that.

But if I give you a gift for the twins as soon as possible here, I would definitely impress Uncle Ratesh and his son-in-law if they were really pregnant.

If I wanted to be able to handle any combination of men and women, when I normally thought about it and needed to prepare twice as much as I had ever done, there were some things that made people run.

However, this move ends up in jail.

Because when the women came back, beginning with Anise, they came back with the facts of shock.

"Caserol"

"Anise. Is something wrong?

To my husband's inquiry, my wife laughs nicely.

I secretly told him a secret story, pretending to hold him to my husband.

"The child in Uncle Ratesh's belly. According to the doctor and the midwife, it's like having a baby."

"Taste the tire?

"I mean, triplets."

"What the hell!!

(i) It is important.

Multiple births are much more dangerous than normal births. If you're a twin, if you're a triplet, the level of maternity experiencing this is whether there is one woman in the country or not. Furthermore, the seriousness of the problem cannot be measured if it becomes the first birth.

If this happens to me, I'm not talking about dinner anymore.

The dinner party was disbanded in a hurry, and this again as the participants were busy on their way home.

There was nothing to realize that there was one person staring at the face of the Mortairn family.