Sweet Reincarnation

What is unfortunate for a person?

When asked like this, things change just because people mean misfortune differently.

The misfortune of suddenly losing something close. The misfortune of being forced into a marriage that neither wants fragments nor pieces of itself. The misfortune of someone who had been single-minded for years, falling in love with his most hated person. An unfortunate loss of money. The misfortune of being bitten by a dog. The misfortune of hitting a pinky toe in the corner of your foot.

There are many misfortunes in life, large and small.

Now again, one of them was in front of a man.

"I don't like it!! Why do I have to go through all this trouble!!

"Mr. Douglad, I'm having a bad roundtrip. Isn't it for Master Josephine? Besides, you said before that you wanted a more normal job. Isn't it a very normal job to compromise marital diplomacy with other houses?"

Douglad is the one who spills a great deal of stupidity on his junior Lamito. As head diplomat of the Mortairn family, a person wielding a spicy arm.

I have the strength, but I'm an old man who doesn't look good, and I'm a voyager with strong negative thoughts. At least from the way things are now, I can't feel the atmosphere of the Mortairn family's heavy duty at the present time.

"It's not normal. It's absolutely not normal for a young lady to go to fight and sell elsewhere. I still can't die for my wife and kids!!

Though noisy, preparations are well under way, and some materials and so on have been compiled.

The area where only work was done was well educated as a servant of the Mortairn family.

"You're being rude. Instead of going out and selling fights, we're only going to discuss them in peace."

"Tell you what, I'm going to put you in danger. I will not be fooled!!

"Fine, I'll just wrap my stuff up. Maybe they'll put you under house arrest over there, so it's nice to get ready for your stay."

"Be absolutely, absolutely at ease. Please!!

"Yes, sir."

Three people, Douglad, Nicolo and Lamito, and Pais in a position to put it together.

Their purpose is to confirm the annulment of the engagement of Josephine, the last daughter of the Mortairn family.

"But Master Pace, they were also engaged to other women, weren't they?

"I hear so."

"Then can't you take that as a shield and break your engagement? I don't know, if I've gone back more than a decade now, there seems to be plenty of reasons or names to say no."

"Then you can't."

"Why?"

"For your sister's sake, you need to make them admit that you're invalid in the first place, not that you're breaking up your engagement. You can do it just for our convenience if you just throw it away, but then it scratches this one. This one will be the bad guy. Your father told you to take the retraction, not destroy it.

Noble betrothals are irreplaceable and betrothal is commonplace.

But that's not why it's done lightly either.

By analogy, it's like booking a place to stay or a drink, and it's not uncommon to cancel at your convenience, but if there are rumors that you just cancel, you won't be able to accept the reservation in the first place.

The Mortairn family has many enemies and many people want to pull their legs. Even friendly places like the Kadreček family, the Hubarek family, or the Ratesh family are constantly exploring the Mortairn family, and if anything, they can turn to their enemies. That's it at my friend's house. Then what is the situation with the house that is not friendly at the moment? Any little thing, I take the needle bars big enough to denigrate them.

Even with minor scratches, if there may be people who will apply salt, there was a desire to win "Confirmation of Invalidation” instead of “Discard Engagement” as the best hand.

"How about calling out to all sorts of places and aligning the army all the time? If the young man speaks up, there will be many houses to gather."

"So you're not going to fight. Let's start with a moderate discussion. Maybe we'll settle this peacefully in a discussion, right?

At the end of the journey, Pace and the others magically transfer with their luggage.

The destination of the transfer is Boulevard territory on the border of Hubarek. I take a carriage from the north end of here into Baron's territory in about two days.

It was the lightness of the footwork that led to the presence of the Lords of the Mortairn family.

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"Father, was that a good response to the Mortairn family?

"Was it good, what do you mean?

Baron Daban lived in a simple wooden house.

The real reason is that you can't build a luxurious house because you can't afford to run your territory before it's built because you are a martial family with a virtue of qualitative promise.

I have no ancestral savings because I was originally a weak knight jazz family, and I have not been able to loosen up from the precarious territorial management dictated by the making of wine, even after I have been jazzed by the baron family.

Parents and children were facing each other in one of the rooms of the late rustic house.

He is the parent and son of Baron Daban.

"Socialization in Wangdu the other day. Hi, it was such a reaction in the Mortairn family that they didn't know about our fringe..."

"What? There will be no such thing. I'm pretty sure my dad kept it in his diary. Lord Casserole is definitely aware that his son has not been informed."

"Is it?

The former Baron Davan was originally a soldier. I was jealous and jealous just because I raised my status on top of the medal. That is why my son's education has been rigorous and he has earned recognition as a samurai full of current Barons Daban. Yes, appreciation as a samurai, is.

I have also educated Antonius, my son, who should be my next lord, in his brilliance as a martial artist. As for socializing, he also loaded the money to let the Baron family learn the standing behavior they deserved, and martial arts instruction went straight to his father. If I get any chance, I even get hands-on with an interactive martial arts person.

As a knight serving the king, my proud son is not ashamed to put it out anywhere. Three generations on. Force is the simple and lucid pattern of the real thing.

However, be it the former Baron or the current Baron, and the next Baron, you are extremely oblivious to such parts as politics and plot. The more strange it may seem from a modern person's point of view, this can be normal in a world where the transmission of information is extremely limited.

For example, there are very few territorial managers who accurately grasp information in other territories without the means of communication, so that there are no managers who can grasp the management status of other companies or internal factions without television or the Internet.

Unless you pile up the money and build an information network, it's normal to have no idea about other houses, etc.

In an oblivion to politics, the baron was pushed to his daughter-in-law by a strong, old Viscount Rehajic. I was also angry that it had been decided at some point until my son's fiancée, but only recently did it finally come off. When this is an opportunity, the current situation that breathes when I find a good fringe for my son as the head of the Baron family.

However, the effects of the apoptosis of his relatives, the Rihajic family, could not be avoided and were now in distress.

So, if they tell you your eyes are cloudy with nothing but convenience, maybe they are.

"Mm-hmm. I know the engagement. That's for sure. Twelve years ago, my father and Sir Mortairn were engaged to each other's houses, confirming it to those who had followed them as escorts at the time."

"Yeah. Sure. What I was saying was fragmented, but we all said something more or less similar to what was in the diary."

"I guess so. Besides, speaking of the Mortairn family, the heroic family. If we were supposed to talk about engagement, we'd be back."

"That would be natural. It would be comforting if the wizard were related."

"Nonetheless, why haven't you decided to engage your youngest daughter yet? I just decided to get engaged to another daughter or son. If you think it's because you had our engagement, a twitch would fit."

"Indeed."

The lord of the Mortairn family was the subject of discussion for a time.

The war was over, and even if there were houses to be torn down, it was unusual for new houses to be erected or deigned. In that, it was the first good news in a long time, so everyone noticed if you were a nobleman.

From a man who stands up for his birth, he appears to have appealed to the royal family that he is still willing to take his men. We gave the hope that if we worked hard to make a big deal out of ourselves, we would also be able to imitate Sir Mortauern.

There's no way the Mortairns are inconspicuous.

Therefore, the house of rumours under discussion should have killed a voice who wanted an edge.

Baron Davan organized the information accordingly.

And if the engagement story is arriving, the situation you're putting home without only getting your youngest daughter engaged is extremely unnatural. My four older daughters are already married, and my younger children have fiancées.

If my youngest son doesn't have a fiancée, I can still tell the story. It's not the right age, and if you're looking for a good fiancée for your stepchild, you can take the time.

However, the advantages of continuing to surround a daughter of appropriate age, who is also not a successor, are dim, as the successor has already been clearly decided.

That's what I thought, and I realized that my engagement was as an advance.

The Mortairn family is also a martial family. It is also dominated by the prestigious casserole as a knight. Our friendship with the former Baron Daban, who is also our own father, is also a certainty, and Owen, our son, now baron, knows that we called each other war buddies.

Strong casserole personality. Extremely serious relationship of trust with the former Baron Davan. Engagement twelve years ago, which is actually a record. The situation of Miss Josephine, who is still not engaged.

Owen decided with certainty that this much circumstantial evidence was available that "the engagement with the House of Mortairn is now valid”.

So why didn't my son know about my sister's engagement?

"Son...... did you say pastry or something?

"Yes, even in a large crowd, it didn't move, and he was a bold man inside. The future will be a fine knight."

"You're not even ten years old."

"There's no doubt about that either. I looked straight at him."

"Uhm. Perhaps they haven't been informed of the important things for the sake of their young children."

"I see."

There are no human beings in the kingdom of God who think that a child who does not become ten can conduct government. With exceptions.

It is not that there are no human beings to inherit the house at an early age, in which case the adults, who are mostly assistants and staff officers, are attached. In many cases, relatives are attached as guardians.

But the Mortairn family's stepchild is not.

Then is it just a pose to gain experience that seems to be entrusting you with government affairs?

Baron Davan's imagination was commonsense.

I don't imagine turning the old adults over in single digits of age to play around and move splendidly as the center of the family.

"It's time for mountain snow to melt. If it gets warm, you should visit Mortairn territory once."

"Right. I want to say hello to my future father-in-law, and I want to see Miss Josephine."

"You look beautiful. All the daughters of the Mortairn family have a reputation for beauty. And I hear you're smart. As a politician who doesn't like politics, he must want it."

"Are you beautiful? It's fun."

Baron Davan Owen sets expectations.

It's a setback because of other goths, but if you have talented people, you should be able to rejuvenate them.

Maybe I can ask you the secret to serving up that Mortarn territory. Nothing to say if we can work together and coexist and prosper.

If that's the case, we should pick him up as soon as we can.

"Um, better hurry up to go. All right, let's get ready right away. I'm sure Sir Mortairn will welcome you too. I've kept you waiting for ten years, but it's a boulder to remember my promise to my father."

"Let's be a knight's book."

It was only after this that a report came in to the baroness parents and children who were nodding at each other.

"Excuse me."

The men who come into the room report with a serious face.

"You think Sir Mortairn's son is here?

"Yes, the rash has now broken out. What will you do?

"We need to get you to the reception room. I'm sure it's about the Mortairn lady. If you brought me money, it would help us..."

Get dressed, stroke your hair, and make your child look pretty good.

For the Baron, it's the first time he's seen a Mortairn boy, so he insists that the first time he meets him must look dignified as a parent.

Head to the reception room with all your heart and face to face there.

"I'll see you first. Baron Davan. Owen-Mill-Davan."

"My name is Pastry from the Mortairn family. It's an honor to meet you this time."

Exchange of social dictionaries.

Until this time, there was still room and a grin on the Baron's face.

However, that is until a word of Pais is uttered.

"Then remove the prefix and get to the bottom of it. We hereby declare null and void your alleged engagement to Josephine, the homeowner."

Baron's face solidified with a smile.