Sweet Reincarnation

Viscount Bombino owner, Ulanta-Mil-Bombino, was busy.

Today and in the middle of a diplomatic compromise with the nobles of other houses.

"As a homeowner, it's no different to the idea of treating both the sea along the southern streets and along the woods equally"

"I would like to ask you to take account of that, with your help. Under the influence of Viscount Rehajk's reckless contention with His Excellency, shortages of goods persist in the neighborhood, including our own. If we add up to tariffs here, prices increase significantly. I've given orders to cut prices, but that doesn't work either. There's nothing more to this than your Excellency..."

In front of Uranta is Associate Baron Aurorgo. Fifteen years old and old, he succeeded the housekeeper early as he grew up.

If you looked around at the youth of the Kingdom of God, strength such as no possibility, no impossibility. Inside to inside top. The right person for the word normal.

Blue eyes on loess hair. The look has an elite vibe that seems to be able to be done there.

Although it is a standing position subdivided as a territorial nobleman, it has a privileged location there in terms of having southern streets in the territory.

Nothing as bad as Mortairn territory, and not as blessed as near the Wang capital, this is mediocre again.

It's just not mediocre for what you're talking about. I was listening, and Uranta and the others were frightened. Because what the Associate Baron said seemed like a naive policy.

When there is a continuing shortage of goods, the most troubling thing for the common people is rising prices and selling off.

Ordering prices to be lowered by force in order to contain price increases also seems to be a quick and accurate response at first glance. Especially if a greedy merchant is devouring all his profits here.

but the result is further sell-outs by merchants who hate to lose.

They don't sell it even though they have it. Merchants choose not to sell as a natural idea because if they sell, they lose more than they are priced.

A black market is created that sells for more than just high prices, and sources of funding for illegal organizations are created. The deterioration of security is inevitable, and the high price stoppage continues beyond the presence of a black market. Obvious policy failure.

It's just that this isn't about the Associate Baron being stupid.

Because many humans, like the Associate Baron, are not even able to deal with it on the spot, than in a world where the quality of what is called education is extremely low. At least he is a pretty good category of politician who acts like a common man without fattening his private belly. I can also appreciate the fact that one measure did not work and the attitude of trying to change hands and take another.

Those who impose heavy taxes for the purpose of accumulating wealth or leave them indifferent to problems in the territory. Or something that doesn't recognize the problem itself. Compared to those people, politicians who perceive the problem as a problem and who are just as wise as they are to try to deal with it. There are no unsuccessful people, so it's normal to repeat trials and errors. He is either not human or confectionery mad, such as a politician who will always continue to deal with it accurately after birth.

Most importantly, it has nothing to do with the Viscount Bombino family.

"Please pick it up. No matter how many times you can bow your head, our will to treat both streets equally remains the same."

"… I'll change the day again"

Associate Baron Aurorgo's offer reduces tariffs only on streets along the forest. Alternatively, tariffs shall be raised only on the streets along the sea.

Because the territory of the Associate Baron Aurorgo passes through the streets along the forest, and if there is indeed a tariff imbalance, the logistics will also be biased to one side. From the Associate Baron Aurorgo, it is also not clear that he will come to complain to Viscount Bombino with the intention of being one of the reincarnated hands, because the best results will be produced.

Even as Viscount Bombino, you'll be able to make a big name for raising tariffs, and we're here to make a deal.

If it succeeds, it does solve the problem. Optimal solution in local terms. Even if I just come up with this response, I guess a brilliant staff member is attached to the Associate Baron.

But this diplomatic compromise also requires strength.

Uranta, who apparently dropped off a young man who stood up in such a manner as reluctance, expressed outright discomfort.

"... I'm being licked"

"Right. You're far younger than you are, so you've come out thinking it's possible to round it up. On purpose from afar."

Around the year you can still call him a boy. The people around you really look sweet and respond in that regard, and they have a lot of hard times.

Some, like the Associate Baron of Aurorgo, consider it easy to form if it is a uranta, and try to force their egos.

If it had been before the pirate uproar, the Viscount Bombino family and others had been completely ignored. If the momentum of the house builds up, now they come by to try to make it food. Diplomacy in aristocratic society is, in other words, the transformation of foxes and foxes.

"Does it take time to prevent you from being licked?

"Yes, I think the best way to do this is for Uranta to gain experience and experience."

"... tight"

"Right. Really right now, if that's the case, it's a good idea to take your daughter-in-law from the corresponding high nobility. The Marquis Siebert family, for example, must have had a daughter about the age. Negotiations are possible if some concessions are made from home. What do you say?"

"I don't like that"

"But it is true that it is valid. With stronger ties to internal affairs letters, our family can have even greater strength. Let's see fewer houses sweet."

"I absolutely don't like it.... at least another year."

What was in Uranta's chest was one woman.

Josephine-Mill-Mortairn.

The person Uranta is in love with right now.

The first time she and Uranta met was at a dinner hosted by the Viscounts.

My first impression is that I'm a beautiful sister.

Rumors of talented sisters of the Mortairn family have been spreading all the time, but their youngest daughter. Although I get the slightest impression of victory, I was certainly beautiful as rumored. I also heard of a good family relationship due to the condition of my very close sister and brother. I also felt that there seemed to be no falsehood in the name of the parent mortarn.

Talk to your brother because he had errands, intelligence that you're unfamiliar with socializing but glimpses into. I found the smile attractive.

The Viscount Bombino family was in a falling state of continuing deficits on top of the debt overhang. Still, there was no slight insult in the eyes of the Mortairn family warrant, and he was calmly observing Uranta.

Relative to Uranta in a grand response, not inferior to his brother, who has already named a martial arts medal and asks the name of a genius. He also had the insight to discern our intentions without being an adjunct.

Looks awesome, I felt.

Maybe he was already attracted at this time.

Though young, he became the Viscount Principal himself.

Literally, I've had enough trouble throwing up blood, and I haven't had a day for failing to make an effort.

I boldly reduced the number of samurai and others, so that I could do my own thing, and I had the experience of being thoroughly beaten to study by older humans. At five, he learned to read and write, and by the time he was six, he began to do his affairs. I have a past where I learned about government desperately, even though I was floated by fever due to an epidemic disease.

Twelve hours a day. Uranta has worked hard since about a good year playing without any worries under the asylum of her parents.

But other humans have no such uranta effort, strong sense of responsibility, spirituality, or talent. He didn't look at me at all.

Fallen house. That's all, the humiliation of being kicked in my efforts. Repentance to be spiraled laughed at and ignored, even when out socializing. The sadness of not being dealt with no matter what you say.

To myself like that, the first fair woman I've ever been relative to. That was Jose.

Perhaps the Viscount will know his brother so good that he is too good, but he will be late.

When Uranta and I had our first meal together, we were heartily pleased with the supply, which was painfully prepared but full of circumstances, and we did not see any insult in its eyes.

Instead, the gaze was fresh, not even taking into account Uranta's age, and even vigilant. Strong gaze to be spotted to your contents. First experience. A gaze that doesn't look down, doesn't look down, doesn't look down, doesn't look down, doesn't look down.

When you could accept the suggestions you made. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could do a satisfactory normal job as a Viscount. own hardship or effort. I felt that you could accept yourself.

That's what made me so happy.

When I heard rumors that Jose was engaged after the pirate crusade, Uranta herself was surprisingly shocked, perhaps, by the fact that she had no choice.

At this time, I was still able to give up as a rule of the aristocracy.

"Master Uranta?

"... ha"

Ulanta, which is boring.

Reminds me again of memories I've thought back over and over again as the adjunct stares at me with a subtle look. Every time, I feel like my chest is tightened, and I still can't stop it.

It was Uncle Ratesh's birthday seat that turned Uranta's own mind.

The two Mortairns I haven't seen in a long time were as close as ever.

The benefactory pastry was also obvious, of course, but Uranta's eyes are directed at Jose.

Instead of being different from my memory, it even seemed more beautiful.

Every word we talked about was fun, and when I found out that Jose's engagement rumors were cod out, it soothed my feelings that Jose's smile was giving me a hard time in politics.

Notice of the refusal of Uncle Ratesh to visit such a fold.

Even though I have been trying from day to day, I was struck by tremendous anxiety with amazement if I tried to be a uranta not confident in my experience and judgment.

The status of Viscount, the immense right to the southern streets, the wealth of the marine trade, a long tradition. They do not allow Uranta to be in a mediocre position. As the No. 2 of the Southern Valve, it is also likely that if Uncle Ratesh falls, he will assume the role of substitute.

Representing that Uncle Ratesh. I couldn't help but accidentally fall over to the fact that I was suddenly realistic and poked in front of me.

Words of unexpected anxiety spoken. I knew I was sorry, but I couldn't help but say it.

It was also Jose who cheered up such an impudent self with a smile.

Nica, I can't see the little anxiety, stray, or frightened in the face of the girl I laughed at. From the bottom of my heart, a face that I believed was okay.

When I saw that, my anxiety seemed so trivial.

With the dinner party over and everyone anxiously on their way home, only the face of the Mortairn family was extremely normal. Seeing it, I realize that Jose's smile is born out of a heartfelt trust in his family.

I want to be trusted. Jose wants me to show you that smile again.

When Uranta herself thought so. I realize that what's in me is my love for Jose.

If I knew, there was nothing more I could do.

When doing business. Jose's uncontrolled smile floats to a stifling clap. That alone fills my heart. Makes me happy.

"Dear Uranta, Dear Uranta"

"... Huh?

To the voice of the auxiliary, finally, the Viscount returning to reality.

"I guess you're attracted to what, but in that case, your late father will mourn you too. Most importantly, they refused to talk to the Mortairns, didn't they?

"... it was"

To Keraus's relentless words, Uranta felt more and more depressed.

The fact that a neighboring country compromise that stuck up to get itself recognized was being spearheaded by Uncle Ratesh. And the absolute reality of non-engagement by it. It is also natural to be depressed.

"I haven't changed my mind. You're still busy today, aren't you?

"... what's your next appointment?

A boy lord asks his aides, with a discouraged look on his face.

Even so, because of the Viscount Principal, there are many things that are blocked. Especially after being in a big social setting, the shivers who were getting ready to move push more and more.

It's just not all bad is salvation.

"Next up is a meeting with Sir Pastry-Morterren"

"Lord Pastry? Not Lord Casserole? So what about Jose?

The effect was dramatic.

I can see that Uranta has obvious expectations. But it doesn't even go as expected.

"It's just Sir Pastry-Mortellen"

"Yes..."

An adjunct who answers the Lord's arrow-hearted questions in a streamlined manner, as he had anticipated. No, I guess I expected the fact.

After a moment of anticipation, seeing Ston and a calm uranta, anyone must have been able to predict. To Keraus, the uranta seemed like a dangerous situation.

It was not long before Uranta took her feet to the place where she waited in the reception room.

When I became my brother-in-law in the future, I took it personally, and I took it for granted that I should be honest with you.

Once in the room, Pais and his squire will be waiting. If you are a squire, you are very young. No, younger than younger. Late teens to mid-teens. There was a young man standing who seemed likely to be in front of the Sacred Goodbye if he was bad.

Uranta greets her as she turns a chilling eye to both of them.

"Thank you for waiting. Thank you, Lord Pastry, for taking the time to come."

"Sorry to disturb you. Thank you for all your attention during this time. Oh, ever since they let us through here, we've had delicious tea, so we shouldn't wait, should we?

"Good. Please don't hesitate to relax as your home is your home now that you have a delicious cup of tea and treats."

"I'm afraid you can say that to His Highness the Viscount. I thought it might be rude with my bare hands, so I also bring a souvenir. I'll give it to you later."

An interview that begins with an exchange of social dictionaries.

Interaction between those who represent the house can only be distracting if one step is wrong and there can also be political strife.

"A souvenir of Lord Pastry is a booming expectation. So what can I do for you today?

"... about Sister Josephine."

"Huh!!

It was a sudden direct ball.

Speaking of the Mortairns, who seem to be quick to strike their hands at dealing with the problem, it also seemed like the very character of the casserole to attack Honmaru directly and boldly.

"Because I was informally interviewed by your house. The formal answer is that we cannot accept the proposal to our home, Josephine, at this time. I would like you to consider this as an official position to use in response to questions from other houses."

"Really..."

Even though Uranta herself knew it, it also makes me quite uncomfortable to be clearly turned down.

Understanding in reason and the grip of a mind that can't give up.

Pais, who watched so closely how Uranta was doing, spoke to the young man standing behind him.

"Al, a souvenir for Your Excellency"

"What? Yes."

Behind Pais was Al, Arlach.

What thoughts do you have of bringing him here to publicly proclaim that he is a fan of Jose? Only Pais will know.

Al offers a basket.

Inside, there was something like bread.

Is it still freshly baked or the fragrant scent spreads to the room.

"What's this?

"It's called Panettone. It's a kind of raisin bread."

In response to Uranta's question, Pais answered proudly, then with pleasure. In fact, I guess it's sincerely fun to explain what I made.

Panettone.

It is a sweet confectionery bread in which dough with the addition of dried fruits such as raisins and orange peels is baked by fermentation with a special fungus called Bacillus Panettone.

Panettone fungus doesn't exist in this world, but from Pace's point of view, I think it's a out-of-the-box winner. A one-of-a-kind bread, caused by fungi that can be removed from the intestines of calves and goats when they drink their first milk.

"Raisin bread?

"Yes, it's raisin bread"

"Is it just raisin bread?

"As you can see, it's a very regular raisin bread"

Pais is right, it's only very normal looking bread, too. Whoever sees it will answer bread.

"... something, does this make sense?

"Well, have you noticed? The boulder is His Highness the Viscount."

There are sweets in the Mortairn family that the nobles of other houses would love to have, such as stren and throat candy. Nonetheless, at first glance I bring a common raisin bread.

Is there any intention? The Viscount, who had experienced the extraordinary nature of Pais on his skin, intuited so.

Pais, who doesn't move at all, moistens his mouth with a sip of tea while recommending raisin bread. And I explained my intentions. What you tell is more like a story than an intention.

"Once upon a time there was a bakery run by a man named Tony in a town called Milan. Tony has one daughter, his name is Adalzisa. This daughter said she worked as a billboard daughter while in a poor bakery. One day, one man fell in love with Adalzisa. The man's name is Uget. He wanted to be a lover with Adalzisa, but he actually had a big problem."

"Problem?"

"Yeah. Uget was noble. The daughter of a poor bakery and a noble young man. Worried about his different identity, Uget apprenticed to Tony while hiding what his identity was. And ask me to forgive my marriage if the bread I make is recognized by my lord. Tony was reluctant at first, too, but he drank the terms ahead, acknowledging Uggett, who was keen and serious about baking."

"So what happened!!

It's a love banana by a noble young man. If I try from Uranta, I really get emotional and listening to the aristocratic youth.

"A celebratory day. Uget offered the bread taught by Tony to his lord. They said it was very tasty bread and the lord wanted to like it. The lord allowed the bread to be named Uget. But Uget resigns from this. Pan said he named Tony, his master. Uget, who was thus cleared and allowed to marry, reveals himself to be a nobleman. Naturally, Tony said he was very surprised."

"It would be. I find it surprising that the disciples were aristocrats"

"And it's funny from here, but Uget said he entered his son-in-law as a bakery retriever for what it was"

"Huh? Did you abandon your aristocratic status!?

"Yes, Tony entrusted the shop to Uget, who has become a baker so famous that his name is Boom (mostly) in other towns. And he said he lived happily ever after with his wife. Congratulations."

After a long story, Pais took a sip of the tea he had already woken up.

"Well, that's how Tony's named bread is, this panettone. Pane is about bread. As you can see, it's normal bread, but even if I could do this recipe, I had a magnificent love story."

"There's such a story in this bread..."

When I finished listening, it seemed like a piece of bread weighed in.

Uranta takes one loaf of bread and puts it in her mouth in small pieces after the adjunct has poisoned her. A hint of sweetness and slight acidity of dried grapes were felt in the fluffy soft bread.

"Lord Uranta."

"Yes."

"As a Mortairn, I am not in a position to approve of my sister's engagement under the circumstances. But it's not enough to say that it is at all times. If I can, I hope as a friend that Sister Jose will acquire the strength she deserves instead of shaking her current position and status. If you're going to keep trying, I'm sure there are people who will admit it, and even your sister would prefer a guy like that, wouldn't you?

"... that's valuable advice"

Uranta tried another bite of bread.

It tastes better than any bread I've ever eaten, and then it's chewy. I thought so.

So I was clearly conveyed my thoughts about Pais. The depression so far also blows away, confronting the strongest negotiator with a crisp face.

"Lord Pastry."

"Yes."

"Me too, I'll try. I will try my best to be the man Miss Josephine deserves. Will you let me eat this bread again then?"

"Fine. That sentiment is what the Mortairns want. Let's look forward to the day Lord Uranta picks up his sister."

"Thank you"

"But hurry up. There's another competitor here."

That's how Pais showed it, Al.

He was also secretly burning his fighting spirit listening to what he was talking about.

"What about him?

"It's our squire apprentice. Just like Lord Uranta, as a fan of Sister Jose, I am a newcomer to expectations."

Uranta and Al's eyes meet.

"I can't beat you"

"Likewise, faster than Master Uranta, I will show you that Master Josephine deserves it"

I pinch the paice between them, and there's a melamera between the men and a burning stare.

A rivalry that just says it doesn't matter who you are to daughter-in-law the Mortairn family. In fact, the Mortairns are houses that mark meritocracy. It doesn't matter who we are, they had somewhere to think of each other in the story of Pais suggesting we be good men and show them off.

"By the way."

"Yes?"

The bump of enthusiasm until hot and bitter is quenched by Pais who doesn't even care about it as much as mosquitoes.

"There's a parchment [transcribed] of Sister Jose's painting here for some reason... it looks like a 'bromide' where she's trying to embroider. Speaking of which, I hear the harbour of Viscount Bombino has recently gathered ingredients from foreign countries."

"... let's get ten crowns out. In addition, we will issue permission to act in the Nylier. You can give my name to the Chamber of Commerce you're familiar with."

"I appreciate that. Recently I have had a tight penny and have had a hard time buying what I want.... so Al wants to report this to his father or Shiites?

"Huh? What are you talking about? I didn't see anything, did I?

"Fine. Both of you, I accidentally leave about two" forgotten items ”. I'm sure you lost it ahead of time to go shopping...... now go shopping fast!! Fruit I haven't seen yet, new sweets are waiting for me!!

Ulanta escorts off the pais to the harbour in a spirit and understands why the Mortairn family escort was alone.

Panettone, which was chopped and eaten, tasted as sweet as ever.