Sweet Reincarnation

"Give me your daughter!!

"Say no!!

Mortaire Territorial Thursden.

The nobles were facing each other in the house of the Mortairn family in the most prominent part of the village.

On one side, it's time to get your hands on forty great. The first lord casserole of Mortairn territory.

Against, a boy whose year is still a single digit. Viscount Bombino homeowner Uranta.

Literally, the conversation between two different, in a way contrasting, parents and children was not as convenient.

The Social Dictionary was there, too, and Casserole rejected Josephine for Uranta, who offered her daughter-in-law.

"Why!! I'm serious!!

"There are several reasons. In putting my daughter out to daughter-in-law, the fact that she is of different character and disproportionate minutes in our house and in your house. This is too high for your house. As an easy home to buy even resentment, I want to avoid imitating here inadvertently increasing resentment and jealousy in matrimonial policy. Or, age. You are still young, the same age as our idiot son. In the next few years I can't even expect to inherit, I don't know why I'm in a hurry. There are other circumstances about my daughter. I am still understudied and in dowry training. I need more upbringing than putting it elsewhere but I can't do my immature daughter to my daughter-in-law in that respect. It will be a disgrace to our house."

"I'll take on jealousy, etc., and if you mean my age, Lord Pastry of the same age is already engaged. Can't education be done even after you come to our house?"

"... our home is now in the process of development. It's more likely that you'll find a better edge to calm down and look for after you've grown your territory than to rush to edge it now. There will still be a respite for a few years at the right age, and we have the edge to rely on being the winner. I'd rather leave you more options in the future than make up your mind here."

"If you say that, our house will be bigger in the future. I'll show you. Then it would be reciprocal!!

"Right. If you have accomplished it only with your power, I will not oppose it so far. Do you have any idea what that means?

"Ew!!

If we're going to translate Casserole's opinion, it means we're estimating the power of uranta low.

I have no objection to this, either, Uranta.

Indeed, if you see only the Viscount Bombino family, you are more on the way to luxury than any other. That's about as good as the Mortairns.

As a reciprocal marital partner, the conditions are good if we are to see each other at home. It's too good. However, that is all premised on Uranta's prowess.

I know casserole. how my son is out of standard.

And I understand. Hubarek family, Kadrecek family, Letesh family, Bombino family, Herskivi family, Etosetra Etosetra. That the now vibrant houses are brilliantly involved in the Mortairn family of things. More importantly, that you're involved in the pastry.

As a nobleman, I want my daughter to be daughter-in-law to a more futuristic opponent. This is a natural idea.

And the future of casserole's sight is neither the richness of the present, nor the height of the title. Because I've seen it flip over more than once.

The future of casserole seeing is people.

I know more than anyone that only one brilliant human being is pushing up a fragile territory that awakens in poverty at the bottom. That's why I was convinced that a capable person was the future.

I don't have to say as much about my son, but I want someone close to it to marry my daughter if I can.

If we try to make Uranta and the military horses into casseroles, the prosperity and development of the Bombino family today all seem to have been put to rest by Pais.

That's why Jose shook his neck sideways saying he couldn't do it to Ulanta, whose strength was unknown.

"Then what should I do?"

"Anyway, it's time. I understand your offer, and I'll consider it. But not at this stage. As a keeper of the family, it is not easy to judge."

"Ok...... then at least I want you to make a commitment of as much time as you can acknowledge me. Three years. No, a year is fine, so I'd like to have Miss Josephine engaged to no one."

"... say no. In the midst of not knowing when the political situation will change, we cannot inadvertently make promises. But I haven't decided on Jose's engagement anywhere at this stage, and I'm right about the circumstances that will take time to decide. You can't say anything more from me."

Uranta had no choice but to back off to words suggesting a de facto unengaged continuation.

I have no choice but to smile bitterly at Uranta, Casserole, and Keraus, assistant to the Viscount family.

Get to the point of the talks in the form that Keraus urges you to see them. For Uranta, I'm just saying.

"... then let's just put it aside and talk about the Holy Nation about Miss Josephine"

"Hmm?"

"As we know, the port town is at the centre, with an influx of supplies from various foreign countries. From the saints among them, I grasped the possibility that I could solve Uncle Ratesh's pregnancy problem."

"That's good news. Why are you telling me that again?

In this world, accurate information is worth more than gold.

Truth is, if there is any way to solve Uncle Ratesh's triplet problem in the Holy Nation, good news. If you take it to Uncle Ratesh himself, you can secure one or two of your rights.

Nonetheless, Casserole questioned what we had brought to ourselves.

"Perhaps because Uncle Ratesh is grasping similar information. If it were to move now, it would really be behind us. First, the behavior of the house over there will be different in desperation. If we're going to get out, Lord Mortairn, there's nothing else for you."

"... I see"

Where the information came from, people from other countries visited in the transaction.

If so, it is likely that the Ratesh family is equally grasping the same information. Alternatively, they may have been informed ahead of the Bombino family.

If you tried to outrun it and secure a profit, the logic goes through that it would be best to work with a wizard of [transfer] that could save you a lot of time and distance.

"What's in it for us?

"It's a time saver. We know more about Holy Nation information. If you can join hands, I'm ready to share this information with your house."

"... would be good. Let's put it together. Any detailed instructions?

"I leave it to Keraus. If we say so in the grand approximate procedure, we invite Sir Mortairn to come to the harbour of our realm and carry out the exit procedure as well as the entry procedure into the Holy Country Cardinal Grimoworth. As soon as the process is complete, you will be moving. We will also have a ship, but we intend to leave the means of movement to Sir Mortairn's discretion. I don't know what constraints Sir Mortairn's magic might have on you."

"Hmm."

The fast-paced casserole summarily decided to join hands with the Bombino family about going to the Holy Country.

If you set the maximum amount of information for things to ten. One and zero mean a lot different things, and if they are from one to nine, nowhere is very different. And ten is entirely separate.

Now that I have heard that the Holy Nation has an affair, Zero is one. In the future, it is possible to explore the Holy Nation and various port towns, even on your own, and to obtain information that will help Uncle Ratesh. In other words, if we are prepared to be unfaithful even at this point, we can act alone with the Mortairn family.

But Casserole wondered if it would be possible to shorten the time considerably in the part that the Bombino family was hiding.

I don't know what you're hiding, but in this regard, I can also say that my exploration as a warrior worked.

As a matter of fact, I'm sure you chose the right answer because the Mortairn family uses Pais (the Joker) differently than you hear that there are wizards in the Holy Nation who specialize in therapeutic practices.

However, we must pay attention to the fact that the magic of casserole has been explored through the free choice of means of movement. Even if it rots, it is the Viscount's diplomacy. The aim is to give you information about the magic of casserole, which would be gold.

Because there are so many secrets for the wizards of the Mortairn family, Casserole thought she would like to talk to them without a guest if she could.

"A little, I want to get ready. Give me a minute and I'll be ready."

"If you're ready, we'll help, too?

"No need to worry. Yes, it's a corner, so how about some tea while you wait. I'll have Jose present too."

"Huh? Happy!!

To Uranta's spinal cord reflex, the adjunct held the temples down.

As soon as I waved the magic topic to the casserole, I strayed from the subject. It is obvious that some secrets are hidden, and it is suzi to keep some information here.

Keraus hid his sigh as he walked behind his husband, who was guided by a Mortairn family maid with a smiley face.

The courtyard of the mansion is ready for an elegant tea party while Shiites and Casserole keep secrets from their guests.

Participants were four: Uranta, Jose, Pais and Rico. It is a gathering of young people who will be responsible for the next generation.

It is the tea leaves from the South of the Kingdom of God that are used. That, too, is a superb product from Ratesh obtained using a Mortairn family handout. It is only when you have the right to buy tea that you get in return for selling something in favor of, and the relaxing fragrance of maturation drifts through the garden.

"That smells good. Tea that tastes so good is rarely available. The boulder is the Mortairn family's tea party."

"It's an honor to compliment you, Sir Bombino"

"Miss Josephine, please call me Uranta, as before. It doesn't matter if you're used to it."

"Oh yeah? Then I'll let you. Thank you, Ulanta. Honestly, I don't like shoulder-to-shoulder conversations."

"Instead, so do I... Jo, I call you Jose"

"I don't mind.... red-faced but okay? Is it also a fever?

"No, this is okay. Uh, yeah, 'cause I got nervous about the negotiations."

"Huh, well, my father isn't sweet either. But Uranta's a Viscount, isn't she? We have to stick together, okay?

"Of course. I'll be a man I can count on more... within a year"

The subtle conversation is due to Uranta's nervousness.

I have received an English talent education because I am the Viscount Principal. Negotiations between nobles have often been taught from a young age, and I am used to it in that regard.

But if I've never experienced a tea party with a woman I fell in love with before, I've never been taught. That's why I'm nervous. Exactly what the first line looks like.

"Within a year? You got something?

"Huh? No, here's the story... uh, ah, this tea treat, it's delicious"

"Hmm - I guess so. It's a treat made by Pace. I call it Stran. It's my favorite these days. If it fits your mouth, I'd love to."

"Jose's favorite? Then be sure to tell me how to make it. I'll give it to Jose, too."

The boy who was listening to Jose and Uranta's conversation a little further away with Liquorice couldn't have missed the conversation about confectionery. I'll be beside you at some point with a rubbing hand.

"Thank you every time. But Lord Uranta, Stolen is something we plan to sell from around next year, so the way it's made is top-secret so far. If you just want to get it, ask the Nata store, which is just off the mansion and straight down the boulevard. Sure, they should still be in stock"

"Do they even grasp the stock of one store?!

"It's special about Stran. Anyway, I'm the only wholesaler so far."

"Will Lord Pastry make sweets as well as politics and martial arts? That's a lot of art."

"In one way or another, sweet making is the main business"

The tea party ends without delay in an atmosphere of soothing.

By that time, Casserole, who had finished discussing with Shiites, also showed her face.

Now sneak up on Payce and talk to him.

"Pais, I'll be away for a while now to go to the Holy Nation. You stay and take my place."

"Don't you have to go?

"I don't know what it is, so I decided it was better to get away with it. Smaller people are lighter, and the worst Viscount people might abandon them. I'd better bear all the grudges."

"But..."

"If you're unsure how long you're staying, you also need to represent the lord. If you are absent with me, Jose will represent you... but this is still a secret, but the Viscount himself is obsessed with Jose. I can feel safer leaving you just to think of a few unforeseen things. What, once you get to the Holy Land, you can magically come and go. Then your turn will come out, too."

"Obsessed with my sister. I see."

Pais glances at his sister.

Still, if I saw Uranta beside me, desperately talking while blushing, I could also understand her father's worries.

"Okay. When are you leaving?

"Even as soon as this happens. As we send Lord Uranta and Lord Keraus, we prepare food, etc. in the Viscountry."

"Well, drop me off"

"Uhm."

In the end, it is the Viscount people and Casserole who leave Mortairn territory. And lead diplomat Douglad, who concurrently serves as the escort for the casserole.

After leaving the house, he drops off to the Viscount's carriage, which was a short distance away, and Pace returns to the mansion.

Then there was a well-informed boy sitting around alone.

Lie on your knees and drape your neck deep with your right hand against your left chest, in a supreme gesture of respect.

"... Al, what the hell are you doing here?

Arlach was the most salutary.

He is the son of a squire and fourteen years old who will spend his days drilling to become one of Pace's men in the future.

That's what he tells Pais with a serious face.

"Dear Pace, I... No, duel with me"

"Yes?"

"And if I win...... let me marry Master Josephine!!

Winter on the Red Last Moon.

Mortarn territory was also a day to hunch the spring buds.