Sweet Reincarnation

The beauty of spring sunshine.

Flowers that also swell with love (meh), aromatic and glorious afternoon.

"I never expected you to come to Lord Pastry."

"We pride ourselves on the fact that the Mortairn family has an extremely good relationship with the Kadrecek family, but I thought that if we don't show our faces this way sometimes, Lord Skuole will also forget our faces"

"Ha, it seems hard to forget you. I owe you my life."

"Really? He's a normal person everywhere, isn't he?

Talking to each other are the Mortairn family Pastry, and the Scuole, the grandson of the Duke of Kadrecek.

Around the same years that we are still young together, there is more calm in Sucre than before. The Duke's English talent education is probably not Dade, but because he has already started to conduct some of his affairs on behalf of his grandfather and father.

The organisation of today's standing party was also part of it, with Sucre partitioning in the Duke's separate residence in the aristocratic district on behalf of his father, who is in the Duke's territory, and his grandfather who is packing in the Royal Castle.

At one point I had sent out invitations to a house on edge, but yesterday there has been a sudden increase in the number of invitees. Whoever it is, the next lord of the Mortairn family and their fiancée. If nothing happens, my brother-in-law sister and her companion who will be my in-laws.

I can't afford not to take into account anything against the Mortairn family I owe you, and most importantly for Sucre, Pais is a benefactor as well as a friend.

Such a Duke's grandson had one thought. About the silver-haired boy in front of you.

Compared to when we met before, the style came out again. Maybe it's because of her growing tall, but I don't even think that's it.

I had always thought he was an unspoken person, but even just having a conversation, I got the feeling that he had gained a lot of thickness.

"Ordinary humans are things that no one knows about or brings in recipes. The example tart is very popular and has become a classic for our valued customers."

Are you Tart Tatan?

"Honestly, I have bitter memories, but with lessons to remember. These days, a lot of customers have been looking for it, and they say it was a good buy as a home. My grandfather was grateful that some of them would go out of their way to eat."

"That was good. We had a hard time getting Bonca, and I envy the wealthy Duke's house."

"Ha. But your grandfather seemed to think that you felt less special for the more you sought... any good hands?

It is a request under the guise of consultation.

Even the Duke thinks that if we treat ourselves special, the recommendation of speciality will be profitable. And it's Pais holding the key to that.

Trying to be the young English genius of the Mortairn family doesn't have to upset the head of the military family, so subtle information is given.

"Starting around this winter, we're going to be selling new confectionery. It's a sunny treat, so I'm only going to wholesale it to the Chamber of Commerce, which is familiar to us for a while."

"Oh, I heard good things about that. If one chamber of commerce is monopolistic, we might buy it at home, right?

"Please consult with a member of the Chamber of Commerce as it is not our concern"

Pace, in his heart, apologized to Deco.

on the fact that the call from the noblest, the highest noble, closest to the royal family would undoubtedly be first. I want you to forgive me because I have a great customer who buys the exclusive product in bulk.

It's supposed to bring a lot of profit and a lot of stress, so much so that I thought I'd need to take care of something.

Conversation between the two associate barons and the Duke. It's hard for the people around you to call out to just the two people who talk about it a lot. Rather than that, there are no invitees to divide and let in for the human being of the Duke family, the organizer.

Therefore, there is only one person who stands in the way of the welcome. No, should I call it a set?

"Have you both spoken?

It was the twin sisters who spoke so loudly.

Petra, three women of the House of Huberlek, and Liquorice, four women.

When you two are in line, you really look just like each other. Naturally, it is a mirror copy.

"Petty."

"Rico."

The two men, each calling his own partner.

If you don't know which one is here, it's blame, but fortunately, the outfit is different, so you can't go wrong.

Two people return to each other's fiancées with a smiling smile. If you look at it from the smile you show Sucre or Pais, the conversation between the sisters must have played quite a bit.

"Have you both been able to talk to each other for the first time in a long time?

"Yeah. Rico told me about Pastry. I've been trying to get you to understand lately."

"I'm sorry about that"

"Sister!!

Looks just like Liquorice and Petra, but the contents are very different.

If you're a sister, you still want to put it on something to make your sister wind. Active and sociable. against my sister is pretty shy and illuminating.

He's exposed what he was in love with, and he's turning his face bright red.

"Rico's right, I've been busy lately and haven't had a chance to talk calmly. And today, I apologize for that."

"I see. Is that why you thought it was because Lord Pastry could bother to contact you?"

"In the name of finding Sister Jose's fiancée. It was convenient to use."

To Pace's words, Sucre was relieved.

It is a more prominent Mortairn family than it was, but not one that goes out socializing frequently. Rumor has it that if you leave, it is only a matter of simplicity because what is the only house that approaches to having interaction.

In fact, there are five to six invitations a month from your faction alone that Sucrolle knows about, but if you want the Jinxi to participate once a month. Most of them refuse to contact me.

However, pastries have been actively on the social scene over the past few days.

This social gathering, for example, is a gathering within the body. His boy participates in fiancée connections. Until now, Pais and Caserol have been refused because they have no blood ties. This will be my first participation.

The day before yesterday I had my face on regular gatherings of the Duke of Kadrecek, and I hear yesterday that I am attending a concert that brings together the Marquis of Siebert's edge. Prior to that, we also have information that we have taken a trip to the Southern Valve meeting.

If it moves so openly, I suspect that there is something unexpected going on. Because the person in motion is a rare schemer.

Sucre is one of those who knows and understands his strength and mastery of conspiracy. There were no shards of insult, but the fact that I didn't understand the purpose was creepy.

I was told it was for my fiancée.

Very preferable if true.

Family love of the Mortairn family. Among other things, Casserole's parent idiot is famous. I am even told that I am only proud of my son's story. From the point of view of him/her, it would be unintentional because he/she is just talking about the facts as they are, but family love itself is real.

No wonder Pais has such a deep love for her fiancée.

"Rico's happy to have a good fiancée, too. Hey, Master Pastry."

"Doesn't Miss Petra have a great fiancée, too? Excellent beautiful man with precious blood muscles. I believe that our engagement with Lord Sucre is the best thing anyone would ever admire."

"Lord Pastry. As far as I'm concerned, I'm embarrassed."

"Oh, ugh"

A soothing atmosphere between young people, one step away from the world of raw smell politics. Friends and their fiancées. Besides, the women come with their sisters. Now I'm not an experienced member enough to have a drooling conversation. Except one.

Like the fragrance of freshly baked pancakes, no one knows how to make you expect what's to come. Even the people around you.

Yes, people have gathered around us at some point.

"Apparently, a lot of you want to talk to Lord Skoole. We can't keep the organizers to ourselves, so we're around here."

"Also, take the time to talk when you get the chance"

The organizer needs to speak up to a single participant.

Thank you for joining us, thank you for your daily “cooperation", etc. If you have called, it is also your duty to give you an exchange in return.

If it's an invitation to a house that fails to do so, people who are unlikely to be heard become reluctant to participate. As a result, the popularity (one person) decreases, and if people don't get together, they are alienated by the members they really want to call. If important members don't come, there's no point in hosting them and their faces will be crushed.

Therefore, an unmistakable greeting to the participants, whether it means attention, manners or profit, is important.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. This opportunity to meet you is also invaluable, so may I say hello?"

"Yes, I don't mind. I beg your pardon, sir."

"Ottomets-Moavan-Mill-Cooliegarm. I'll see you first. A friend of mine told me about you and wanted to talk to you once."

"Thank you for taking the time to speak with us. When it comes to Cooliegarm, who is the Earl of Cooliegarm in the Agricultural Promise?

"It's my brother. I myself am deputy assistant to the Agricultural Promissory. It's my parents' guy named Seven Lights. No, in this case, is it my brother Seven Lights?"

It is the nobility of the forties who make jokes in the face. A tall man with chestnut hair with gray hair, the depth of wrinkles and abundant lines makes his age stand out more.

He was the brother of the Lord of Agriculture, who divided the Kingdom's agricultural administration in general, and once belonged to the internal affairs valves, but the agricultural government was deeply connected to the military, beginning with the opening, and was also close to the Duke of Kadreček, the military valet.

I was called to socialize today on that edge, but occasionally Pais was here, so I rang.

The hand of the Mortairn family in agrarian reform is at last famous, one of the houses that we want to keep close as being responsible for agriculture.

"We have three sons. Me in the impudent position of thanks to my brother, but I want to find a good edge if I can. Speaking of which, the Mortairns have beautiful sons and daughters."

"Right now, only my youngest sister Josephine is single, but I know she feels the same way wishing for a good edge"

"Right. Let's talk to your father another time."

Two or three words, we exchange socio-ordinarily greetings, and soon the man leaves Pais. I guess it was really just a greeting.

"Sir Mortairn. Do you mind if I say hello to your little job?

I wonder if the Cooliegham family man has left the scene, and soon another human will speak up again.

It is a violation of manners to speak from the bottom of your eyes in a social setting. This means that it's all in your immediate position to give Pais a voice.

If you exchange greetings with an abbreviation that puts your right hand on your left chest, what follows is an exchange of social dictionaries.

"Viscount Carlsen. We're out of time."

"Is your father well?

"Yes, fortunately, we keep busy every day"

"That's a good thing. There will be a lot of things to take care of, and I would like to say hello in person if I could... because I can't use magic"

A tear-eyed, one-eyed meditation showed Viscount Carlsen, a heavy town of foreign affairs valves.

Casserole is a court nobleman who has known the Ratesh family since their crusade for piracy and is responsible for maritime inspections. It is the job to supervise from a royal standpoint against threats from the sea such as smuggling, clandestine trade or espionage from other countries. It makes great sense for diplomats who know what the royal intentions are to go on the ground because it is easy to extraterritorialize on the sea and they have a lot of contacts with other countries and stateless people. It is a practical position that cannot be held without trust from the King and the strength of the person in question. It's not like an honorary position that doesn't matter if it's a decoration.

A man with a great deal of influence in maritime transactions, but a lord nobleman with a port town, starting with the job pattern Uncle Ratesh and Viscount Bombino, is a companion to the dog monkeys. in relation to political enemies.

By analogy, the relationship between the president of the company and an IRS inspector.

"Why bother at the Kadreček family social meeting this time again? I usually heard you were busy flying around."

"That's because, of course, I wanted to see you. Uncle Milo tells me how active he is."

"The Viscount is also good. If I were you, there would be plenty of Viscounts. Your sons and daughters are all wonderful."

"I'm glad. No, as I pointed out, we also have an excellent collection of people at home. What do you say we come over? I'll introduce you to the beauty. No, she's our daughter. I grew up to be a beauty even without my parents' eyelids out. I honestly think of my son-in-law as a good son-in-law. You'd be perfect."

"I forbid it. Because I'm talking about a daughter who looks like a Viscount. If she looked like your wife, she might have bothered you."

"They took one of these. Ha ha. Well, I guess I won't even look away because I have a lovely lover on my side."

Viscount smiling and bickering the cup with one hand.

Just to use foreign affairs as a business (i.e.), the level of sociability is picky among the participants in this one. Tapping a light mouth with the paste doesn't dislike it at all.

"Once again, I want you to stop by our house with your father."

"I'll tell my father."

"Well, it could be your wedding next time. Ha ha."

Viscount Carlsen smiles tearfully at Liquorice as well, laughing and leaving the scene.

In a social setting, there are thousands of excellent subordinate aristocrats and others who want to make handouts.

If you're a nobleman, you don't have much of a greeting offense, but a lot of people talk to Pais.

The problem was one of them.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I was wondering if I could have a moment."

"Yes, I don't mind. Excuse me, but who is it?"

"Antonius-Rihajic-Mil-Davan. He's the eldest son of the Baron Davan family."

I named myself Antonius when I was a teenager.

A man with a big chest and a grand posture, like a samurai to see.

He also says hello there to Pais.

"As I know already, I am the fiancée of Sir Josephine-Mill-Mortairn. My brother-in-law, please keep me company."

To the sudden proclamation, Pais couldn't hide his surprise.