Sweet Reincarnation

Arlach-Ahunov was in a hurry. I was wondering if I would be put in a difficult position in the future as I am.

As it is now, there are many anxiety elements.

For example, about the father.

His father, Tobaiam, is now employed and treasured by the Mortairn family, but with the lightness of his mouth and the diminution of his character, he has a background in firing other houses despite his martial arts prowess.

Speaking of simple idiots, it's quick to talk, but I can't say enough that a person with once fired experience doesn't have a second time. One day it could fatally damage the mood of the Lords again and once again become the feather of sweetening unemployed wanderers' lives. In that case, myself, my son, will also have to leave the present privileged situation.

I don't have any money, I don't have any connections, and I want to be forgiven for telling you to do it again for the miserable life of living in my mother's home with grace for leftovers. Every day you have a splendid house, albeit rented from your home, with no trouble with your life and no worries. If I get it, I get hard feelings to let go.

Don't count on your father.

That's also why I wish I had just become a squire, but things don't always carry that well.

For example, edge (connection).

The Mortairn family is an emerging house built by the first generation of casseroles in a generation. That's why there's a cynical aspect of recruiting people that requires more strength than Conne. Even if there was a situation where I couldn't afford to hire incompetence just because of its merits.

Conne called the father, Conne that a friend is the younger brother of the main town, and Conne that he is close to the son of the main house accordingly. In terms of connection, there is no shortage. If you are a normal aristocrat, the edge of this hand alone will suffice to make you safe in the future.

However, the mere fact that the Mortairn family is not normal.

All the inhabitants roughly observe that the Mortairns are understaffed, but only know the details of whether they belong to the Lords or to their squire chiefs. Al can't even tell where and to what extent people are needed.

When you don't know the inside story of a shortage of talent and only care that your home is meritocratic. Vague anxiety spreads to my future now. If you come to the possibility of closing the future due to lack of strength, not cone.

I can't rely solely on Conne.

Then it is a normal decision to think that you should increase your strength.

If it is meritocracy, as long as you have the strength that no one can complain about, and if you are not deficient in Conne, you can undoubtedly get your squire to take it up in the future first.

Yes, Al thought.

But there was a problem here, too.

I have no confidence in my abilities.

Arlach calmly analyzed himself.

He has a small appearance. He is also blessed with being taller than his age. I also learn to read and write letters. The calculation was also simple.

He doesn't have the finesse that makes everyone want to turn away, he obviously doesn't have the backs to be looked down on, he also wears a general upbringing. So far so good.

There was just nothing to be proud of that anyone could beat this.

I don't think he's retarded, but I'm not sure if he says he's good at it.

Armpit and some confidence before coming to Mortairn territory, but Marc's defeat in a duel draws his tail. Even if they tell you to be confident, it's not something you can be proud of when you look at the fact that you lost to younger people and you can't beat anyone.

Force, Intelligence, Boldness, Experience, Achievement, and Trust with the Home. I've been thinking about which one, and it doesn't make me an element of confidence.

I want something.

One thing, that I can be confident.

It was a coincidence that such a troubled Al had heard from Lamito.

"Huh? Lady Josephine will be engaged?!

"Oh. Mr. Decoco said it might be Gase, but I did hear the rumor that Master Josephine had decided to get engaged, too. I'm talking about the people who have fled Viscount Rehazik, but as much as I know, they must be in your noble ears."

"Oh no..."

Al has been a fan of Jose since he came across Mortairn territory.

The story of turning the daughter of the master into the daughter-in-law of a subordinate's squire is a common one. If I can strike a great deal of merit in the future, I might be able to have a seat with Jose.

I never fantasized about such a dream story once or twice. Even Al is an adolescent man. No wonder I'm paranoid that the girl I like will fall in love with my cool work.

If you try that Al, you'll be shocked by the story of Jose's engagement, which is suddenly told with a sense of reality.

A sense of fear that even what I thought was a slight possibility would be placed in an absolutely impossible reality. rush. Slightly, my hands even felt sweaty.

"If you're a merchant, this is deep when you try. I knew there were times when people didn't own shops on their own... Hey, you hear me?

"Huh? What? Sorry."

"Oh, my God, I'm telling you a story about a cornerman mentioning his handles at his first job. Al told you to let me hear it because it might be helpful, right?

"Yes, I was, I'm sorry"

Lamito is the same age as Al, even though he grew up a foot early. I'm close to you, so if I see you, I'll talk to the public.

Lamito was hired early in the year as an adult and was tasked with the task of grasping information on fake candy as quickly as possible. Even Al, when it comes to not feeling envious, it's a lie.

"Me too, I've been bothering the casseroles before when I ran away from home. I'm not apologizing, but I'm going to keep working hard. And keep mentioning the handles."

"No, you ran away from home. What's the cause? Was that what Sanya shook at me?

"Heh, they're not shaking me!! They just told me I still can't think of that now!!

"... I thought they were shaking you?

"Ugh!! I don't look back on the old days. He's a man who lives now."

It is normal to make failures at a young age, but it depends on the qualities of the individual to be able to reflect on it. Nor is it an exaggeration to say whether or not to make use of reflection is a difference in talent.

The fact that casseroles and pais value Lamito highly at least has the honesty to reflect on their mistakes.

In that regard, it would be troublesome if you had to look back at the past, but you couldn't possibly be aware of Lamito at the moment.

"Right, right, good luck, good luck. I'll back you up."

"Damn - I'm angry. Even you lost to Marc in the duel. Can I twist people's past!

"That was the result of all the effort, and the result was a piece of paper. Regrettably......"

"Hmm? What's up?

Unnaturally interrupting words in the middle of a conversation.

Lamito is bewildered by the face of a Pocan friend. To the extent that I accidentally think about throwing even a chunk of rock salt into my empty mouth.

"At that time... Master Pais said"

"Hey, hey, hey"

"Defeat yourself if you want to tell me how you feel...... right!!

"Wow!!

Lamito, who was shaking his palm in front of a frightened friend, was suddenly surprised by Al, who had restarted.

Al remembered because of a comma from a duel tournament that took place earlier.

An event tailored to festivities by Pais, who went on to duel with Marc because of his trivial grudges.

A word Pais was saying when Marc and I settled.

"Good, if you want to tell your sister how you feel, why don't you take me down?"

The Mortairn family is home-style with martial arts meritocracy. If it is, then I think that if I clearly show my strength, maybe I will have the insistence to attach it to my squire.

If you become a squire, you may also be allowed to marry Jose, according to this. No, I just need you to admit it.

At least, it sweeps away the pity that has always been uddauda and inspires confidence.

Once Jose's engagement is officially out of the lord's mouth, no squire in the lower position can dispute it. If it is the child, it will be miserable.

If the situation has not yet been officially announced, it may not take the form of a disagreement with the Lord's decision, and you may be allowed to recognize yourself.

We can still make it now.

Thus, the adolescent runoff begins.

I thought it would be quick to go to the Lordship Hall, and Casserole and Pais were about to drop off their guests.

Ask the familiar old lady about the guest and tell her that she is the Viscount who has come to apply for an engagement with Jose. I'm in a hurry.

As soon as I could see Pais coming back from the drop off.

Drop your knees around the ground and say your opinion with full respect. Put your thoughts into place, along with the word you want to duel.

"Please let me marry Master Josephine!!

It was Arlach's, full of thoughts.

Where it's simple and you can't see around it, maybe it resembles a parent.

Payce's response to Al like that is a word.

"Rejected"

Too bad. It was Al who accidentally drops his shoulder with Gakun on a word that was too bland, but naturally asks why.

"First of all, most importantly, I don't feel like marrying my sister yet, and I don't feel right for Al. Marriage to Al has fewer advantages and engagement elsewhere has far greater advantages. It's hard to justify having to convince others. Al hasn't even grown up yet, and he hasn't made any achievements. Aside from Lamito at Glass and the sons of ancient squire like Marc at Koan's, it also stands on the horn to still be hired to engage the shallow squire child. etc. Because of various circumstances, I didn't have to consult my father to dismiss it."

"That's right."

"If you really mean it, it's about telling your father yourself. First it will be rejected in the same way, though. Even His Highness Viscount Bombino said it was immediately rejected"

"... so if I duel Master Pais and win, I thought you'd admit it. Mr. Pais told you to call me if you wanted to tell me how you feel."

"Then stand."

The moment Pais prompted me and Al stood up.

"Gu."

"You still think you could beat me?

"No, I lost"

In an instant, he had his sword on his neck. Not long after early work, Al just has to admit to losing.

The minor, who will now have lost to two younger people, is more and more discouraged by the fact that his decision was utterly futile and reckless.

It is the gift of the Kaoru pottery of Pais that softens the insanity.

"Don't worry, I haven't decided on your sister's engagement yet. Since offers are coming from a variety of places, there are prospects of postponing and hoisting the conditions as much as possible."

"Really..."

Pace with the sword hangs his words with care for Al for once.

I didn't know what I was in a hurry for, but I guess I was somewhat relieved to hear there was no engagement so far. Al also looks a little calm breezy. It didn't change the depression though.

"It's just that if you're Al as you are, you won't be able to marry your sister. If you're a martial artist enough to defeat me, enough to make sense as my escort so it's possible? Looks like a long way to go."

"Ugh."

"At least if we don't try hard enough to make your sister fall in love on her own, we won't talk"

"... how can I be liked by Master Josephine"

"What will you do when you ask me? You ask the person, you approach them yourself, you just have to like them. If your efforts are fulfilled, your sister will do as much for you as she will for your father, and you are not the kind of father who disobeys his will."

The protégé of casserole is also famous in the realm.

Since before Pais was born, humans of some age knew how adorable they were to their daughters.

Regardless, I know the love of my parents as hot and painful as Pace.

If Jose is someone he has seriously fallen in love with, a couple of political considerations and the like could be as poignant as nose paper and give priority to their daughter's hopes. That's casserole and anies.

Dropping off Al returning with awesome shoulders, Pais heads to the office.

Because, as a lord's deputy, there are many affairs that must be done.

If the next lord enters the office, the job will be loaded just because it was stuck.

"... Shiites, isn't the quantity strange?

"The Admiral's been stockpiling it for a while. This is a progress report on the village waterway to the west. So, this is Sir Liptauer's request to accommodate the supplies involved in the development of the national highway. This is the newcomer's aptitude and status report, as well as progress on the education plan. There's more, so just go through your eyes and see if there's anything strange. If you don't, I can't get a budget."

"What kind of office work?"

"You can't give me money without confirming it, and I don't know what else to do."

"Mucky!! Well, then I guess I won't be able to get time for my hobby."

"It's good, I'm just asking."

The head squire of the Mortairn family does not condone it.

I'm going to load Pais, who started to say Gucci, with work from next to next.

Was it around the time I did my hard work for an hour?

This, child abuse is solved in unexpected ways.

"Is that it? Father. Didn't you go to Viscount Bombino's?

Casserole's back. For saying it could be a long journey, going home too soon. Casserole shook her neck to the side when she asked if she had forgotten anything.

Then take off the winter cold gear and explain the situation with a subtle face.

"That's what's weird."

"Weird things?

"Um. At the Viscount's, we got information about the Wizard of the Holy Nation. They can use magic specializing in healing. This is what the Viscount said Ate and I were doing."

"Isn't that amazing magic?"

"That's right. I wanted to go to the Holy Land to hear about your secret... but when I had to go, I had additional information."

"What information?

"It is information that the Count Ratesh family has already spoken with the Wizard of the Holy Nation. I couldn't get confirmation until the detailed conditions, but apparently I'm pretty excited to make the wizard stay temporarily in Ratesh territory. Probably will also be present in childbirth. The outgoing operation was a huge failure."

"... what is it? The boulder is Uncle Ratesh. It's called accuracy of information, it's called speed, it's called decisiveness, it's called bargaining… there will be too many gaps."

"In the end, I got wasted. Well, it's worth it just to get the information that the Wizard of the Holy Country is coming to Ratesh territory. I'd like to see the opportunity sometime to engage Pais. If it works, we might be able to bring in the magic of healing specialization. I can't describe it."

It is a secret for the Mortairn family that the magic of Pace's [transcription] can capture the magic of others. But in case you think about it, I'd like to keep it in my hands if it's magic that helps me treat it.

This is a situation that seems to require quite a few subtle teaspoons.

"That's why."

"Good luck"

Pais took his father's labor.

"... but this is not the end of the story"

"Huh?"

"Viscount Bombino was very depressed by the lack of good results in this matter. I guess the shock was huge because he was showing that he wanted to be good with me."

"That would be so. It was a chance in the corner."

Showing the best possible positive side to the Mortairn family and wanting to welcome Josephine, shoulder watermark without any good at all.

I wouldn't be able to tell you not to be depressed.

"... I just feel a little sorry for you. For our benefit, I would still like the Bombino family to be luxurious now. So, Pais, you go cheer up a little bit."

"I don't think that's necessary either..."

"Then I'll go instead? I'm going to leave the work here to you."

"I'm going!! Leave it to me, Father."

The moment I saw the mountain on the desk.

Pais was happy to take on the business trip.