Sweet Reincarnation

In the Kingdom of God, rites of passage for adults are generally performed between the ages of thirteen and fifteen.

Often they go out to church and get a sacrament, but slightly different in Mortairn territory. Whatever it is, because it is an emerging territory, there is no church in the territory, and there is a distorted state in which the lords represent the coronation.

In a magical society, the role played by the Church, which performs rituals involving magic, is enormous, and if it is the majority of the territory, the Lord calls the person of the Church even by donating land and buildings. However, there are circumstances in Mortern territory that the lord did not need in order to be able to magically go to the King's capital.

As for the liturgy of the Sacred Separation, it shall also be carried out in the territory, if it is simple. If you are given magic, as this sacrament calls it, you must go out of your way to other cities, but many believe that you do not need to do so much.

At the dawn of the New Year, the mitzvahs of those who did not perform this sacrament were held simultaneously.

"Four more this year than last year."

"There will be more next year. Glass of Yant is next year. Tobiam's next year, too."

"Arlach? He seems to be working hard, too, and you have expectations. Something's been hanging out lately. Anything wrong?

"I don't know, but guys hang out around those years. Either way, it was an abundance this year. Master Casserole hired three servants from the realm. There are three of them who received this sacrament. There may be something to dig up in this sacrament."

"Maybe so, but those guys who already have rookie training are in trouble with them, too. Save it for alcohol and sugar and open it up for food? Did you talk about increasing livestock and trying things out in the woods? A young man would do something else, and could fall from overwork early in the assignment."

"Don't be ominous. Doesn't that mean we're taking the road, too?

Sacred farewell in this year's realm was Josephine the witness.

Unlike Pais, a lord lady unfamiliar with government (?), with Douglad and Coantro as auxiliaries, where those two now sum up the contents of Jose's administration.

Casserole, who is famous as a parent fool, also sums up as much detail as she can because her lovely daughter (Manamu Suggestion) wants to know what she has worked so hard for.

Occasionally there is a mix of chatty conversations, but this is due to the early conclusion that the overall review is a passing score. If you're going to assess acceptance criticality, you're also nervous, but it's easy to argue a level that definitely exceeds your passing score.

"Is it good that I was wrong about your mouth?

"I didn't make a mistake where it matters, and it would be good because it was mostly there"

"Rather, in those years or so, there's a tough part of that. Normally."

"Right. I'm sure Master Josephine will possess the strength and talent to lead the family in a splendid way, but I understand what you're trying to say. Does that mean there's something out there that's not normal?

"Well, that's what I'm trying to say. It's strange that a child does most things without doing so. My kid's gonna look stupid."

The two of you are blurry about the youngest son of the Mortairn family.

I was surprised when he first stood in public when he was four, but he said he had been showing one scale of a large vessel since then.

Jose and I are a talented young lady who is flattered with beauty and talent, but they are worse off than my brother.

Well, compared to my own children, and as a parent, I also want to zero stupidity.

"So, what happened to that freak? I haven't seen it since yesterday."

"Douglad, that's a terrible thing to say to you young lady."

"If I can't see that guy, I can't calm my hips. I was wondering if you'd take me around again soon with you."

Douglad, head diplomat of the Mortairn family. Foreign affairs professionals specializing in external manipulation and gathering information through diplomatic etiquette (protocol) required for compromise with other houses.

It is treasured in the Mortairn family as a user-friendly talent, but that is why the work content is important on top of its density.

Blur also spends an excellent day in a situation where his men think it will be easier to work on him, or rather more work is gaining momentum over it.

"The head of foreign affairs is in trouble. The young lady is going to King's Capital now."

"Wangdu? I feel more and more disgusted. What's the big deal?

"It must be troublesome, but maybe it's none of your business."

"Doesn't matter? What's that?"

If it has nothing to do with you, Douglad asks himself that other people's misfortune is all about the taste of honey.

Coantro, who makes such a colleague look like he's made a bad person look at him, puts a lot of words into it.

"Woman"

"Woman? That's the most troublesome thing in the world. Is the young man in trouble about the woman? Buhaha."

Two men, open their big mouths and laugh.

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"Humph, humph ~"

in a room where you can hear cheerful nose songs.

This is already the second room for the boy, and this is the first time for the boy's fiancée.

And even for the boy's mother, the Howen Chamber of Commerce in Wang Capital is actually the first.

Surrounded by and within many employees. Aniez was in a good mood and put the fabric on his body.

"You're in a good mood, mother-in-law"

"Well, it's been a long time since I've made new clothes like this."

"Ma'am, it's great to know that you're in shape all the time."

The women's conversation is so gorgeous.

Good conditioning and rooms decorated with tasteful costumes are only used by the upper echelons for the Howen Chamber of Commerce. It almost has a room reserved for the nobles, which must also be somewhat unreliable.

Liquorice, Miss Borderline Bureaucrat, has no problem using this room, but she used to cover most of her costumes in her father's territory. He is a man born and raised in the Great Metropolis of Fingerfolds in the East, even if he is not as good as the Wang capital.

In the sense that I didn't have to bother to come all the way to Wang Capital, this is the first time this shop has.

In contrast, before marriage, she was a baroness, and after marriage, after being stared at by her parents, Anniez, married to a weak aristocrat, was the first of its kind to come to a luxury store in Wang Du. I usually go to a store with a wider range of products for lower nobility.

Instead of making it look like that with the cloth in the store, it's an unprecedented experience, such as shopping in a luxury store where you can respond to orders.

That's why I was shopping in such a good mood that my feet didn't get to the ground.

"But is it good to have you tailored with me?

"Of course. Rico is just like my kid. Hey, Pais."

"Yeah. Rico doesn't need to be shy, either."

When it comes to shopping in luxury stores with supermarkets like this, and both Liquorice and Anise are shopping together, it's because of Josephine's shopping, Pace's sister.

The other day, Pace made Jose into a filling that had soaked up his promise over sugar making. I was very satisfied with the scattering that I couldn't do on a daily basis, but I bragged about it to my mother and sister-in-law.

Liquorice, who can't get Pais to mind because she's busy in government, or Anise, who wants to take her parent-child skin, can't be calm when she hears about it.

The men, excluding Pais, opt for a strategic retreat against a coalition of two women whom Pais cherishes. Pastry troops surrender under siege amid isolation and helplessness. It became harmonious, on condition that I would go out shopping as well as Jose.

"But you're expensive..."

"I make money, too. It's worth giving Rico one or two of his clothes."

"Oh dear - to me?

"My mother is also a filial devotee who has always thanked me. Go ahead."

The ladies were puffy and angry when Jose was the only one.

How to get you in a good mood. No, only one person can be in a good mood. that the causative pais of will hang out until they are satisfied.

It was early in the morning when they started shopping, but it was also in the morning when it was over.

Shopping didn't end early. It means I spent three days shopping. It was unfortunate luck (?) that the first day was mainly for Anise, the second day for Liquorice, the third day for Pace and souvenirs, and the third day ended in the morning.

Needless to say, Pace's nostalgia was attacked by an out-of-season blizzard.

Anniez, who got new clothes and accessories and was in a good mood for a candle, and Liquorice, who was happy to date Pais for the first time in a long time, albeit accompanied by her parents. And Pais, who, as opposed to the two of us, came home in a snare.

When the three returned to Mortarn territory. Nicolo, the vault number, called Pais, as he had expected to come back.

"Accidental. Good luck to the young lady."

"... you seem happy that I'm tired, Nicolo"

"It wears us out every day, so sometimes the opposite can happen."

"Rude. I always say I'm corrupt about improving everyone's comfortable working environment. If you want to get tired, you can get more jobs, right?

Even if you're tired, your mouth won't dwindle, boy. No, I'd rather just lay my patience on it for a few days, and it just gets an offensive tone here.

Most of all, Nicolo was floating with her mouthless family from day to day. On the contrary, I even try to fight back.

"Oh, is that okay? Say that."

"Hmm?"

"I brought you a story about the young man's tiredness about to blow up"

A story that's about to blow up tired should be a good one.

Pais, who was looking for a sober heart, asks what it is.

"What is it, tell me because I want to hear it"

"Oh, I remembered I had work to do. I'm busy. Even though the squire can drink."

Not much, and Nicolo openly glances at the flickering and pais. I see at the feet of others who have learned from them and blow demands.

The boy, who felt more tired, answered with a sigh of hah.

"It would be good. I'll let Shiites help you until the newbie arrives. If you're a drinker, tell them to turn it around somewhat."

"Uh-huh. Then I'll tell you what, they've got a prototype of sugar that the young man was looking forward to. A prototype is being transported to the office... sooner!!

I hear sugar. No, Pais ran out for the office. Mental fatigue, etc., was already thrown off on the other side of the horizon.

Running around the house, etc. is not a bad behavior as a noble warrant.

But the boy heard a young squire screaming behind him about his bad demeanor and ran through to the office.

Keep the momentum, knock on the door and open it at the same time.

"Did you make sugar!!

Inside the room there was a meeting between Grassage and Casserole.

Every time, though, the sudden intruder surprises me. To much momentum, they were two pompous people for a moment, but it's also quick to get back to their normal minds for the minute they're used to it.

"Pais!! You have to learn how to open the door. Don't go in at the same time as Knock. How many times do I know!!

"It's more sugar than knock. Where is the prototype!!

Behavioural manipulation, in front of the sugar, is about shit.

When the candy artisan glanced over the room, there was something wrapped in cloth on the desk.

Pais, whose nose works in many ways, jumps when he realizes that's what he's looking for.

If I pulled the cloth, a black mass was there.

"Ooh!!

A chunk of sugar that can carefully skip moisture, except impurities from sugar-rich juices. At first glance, it looks like stone, and it seems like it could be mistaken for rock salt. This is the king of sweet seasonings that Pace has always wanted since he became mindful.

"Yeah, yeah, I can do this"

Pais nodded satisfactorily when she licked it with a pepper and it tasted sweet.

It's still sweet. No, it's coarse. Nevertheless, it did not change that homemade sugar was made, and I began to calculate the formula for making sweets that can be made even with sugar that is flavorful and habitual.

I want to make that one too, I want to try this too, whining to myself as I blossom into paranoia, besides I start wandering around the room. It was so depressing that my father spoke out when I saw him.

"Pace, calm down"

"But Father, it's sugar!!

"I know. So calm down."

Casserole began to calm her son, who remained excited. Take enough time for the glassage you should be used to to to to calm it down until we can finally talk.

"I was prepared that it might take a few years if I did poorly, but I'm not sure it's going to go so well."

"We had a lot of trial and error, a lot of hard work, right?

"I know. So, I was just talking to Glass, but if we have a purpose in producing sugar, we should think further ahead."

"First?"

I heard it was ahead of the sugar production, and Pace and others came up with a treat. Of course, that's not what Caserol says.

"Mm-hmm. Alcohol and sugar also had a purpose that was likely to be a sale, even if there was some trouble and trial and error. If so, we want to stabilize production after scaling it up more. No matter how good it is, you can't make a specialty if the supply is too volatile."

"Yes, you are."

If you brand it a specialty and sell it significantly, you will lose opportunities if you don't always keep enough inventory to sell when another merchant arrives. It's not just that I couldn't sell what I was supposed to sell on the spot. A man who steps on his feet once is rather hesitant a second time.

As a minimum, the merchant will lose sight of the promise of when and to what extent it can be prepared. Stability of supply is as important as stability of demand.

"Later, we need to improve the quality of our products. Stable quantities will also require quality stability, but at this stage it is not strange to call it booze and sugar, to such an extent. If I can do it, I want a quality that no one else can easily imitate."

"At the same time as the stability of production, is it an improvement in quality? It'll take time, won't it?

"I don't mind. I think we need a ten-year plan, and you originally started this story. I don't think I care enough to be on track for you."

"Father..."

To the trust of his father, the next lord even remembers to be moved.

Sometimes the emotions are more susceptible to swinging excitement max states, but I honestly had a sense of praise for the high visibility of my father looking ten years ahead.

It was Pais who was excited to meet the expectations of his respected parents with all his might. It is the father who becomes unnecessarily anxious to see it.

"Leave it to me!! Those who drink, we have brought in artisans, and the aim of authentic improvements stands. I also have an abdominal proposal for higher-grade liquor, so it will be fine. I'll show you what to expect."

"Ho."

It was now the father's turn to praise his son for having already prepared earlier prospects. Because of this, my son cannot be insulted.

Pais's idea of a belly proposal is an idea that floats anybody in the modern world. If you make the liquor look more liquor, the word distilled liquor comes to mind before you think about it.

Pais also has some knowledge of sweets and familiar liquors, such as liqueurs, bourbons and whiskey. The fact that there are directions for future research into alcohol also referred to this.

"As for improving the quality of sugar… you should try refining it first"

The rhozoic sugar, which is made by simmering sugar corn juice, contains more honey than is made from sugar cane or tensai, and also has a low sucrose content. Thus, in modern times it has become obsolete as a raw material for sugar, but if it is still refined, white sugar can be produced.

Most importantly, Pais was concerned that the method required trial and error and that R&D was still needed in the future.

In the sense of sugar quality, Pace thought it would be easier to see it going white.

"Young lady, what do you mean by refining?

"We're going to make this prototype into a purer chunk of sugar."

"... I'm not sure. Sugar is sugar, right? What more do you want me to do?

"To put it plainly, we aim to make it whiter."

"Oh. I see."

From the paice, white is common sense when it comes to the color of sugar. More importantly, it is as transparent as ice.

If you're a person who knows that, I still think something as black as a prototype is immature to call sugar, and I think you have to take more time to whiten it.

But glassages and the like, which are almost unfamiliar with something called sugar, have a different sentiment. I'm surprised at the level of improvement in unsatisfied paces, even if it's still enough sugar to sell.

Casserole also agreed with Glasage's exclamation.

"So, shall we continue to leave the sugar to Pais"

"I'll take care of it!!

Let's do it, Pais.

From the point of view of the adults, there is some anxiety that I may not mention, as well as great expectations.

"Excuse me."

Around the time the crude policy was decided, the office increased the density for one more person. Because Nicolo is here to report on the budget for Grassage.

"Nicolo please"

Pace's delightful voice. Bigger than usual with 30% more voice.

Nicolo revealed his vigilance when he came to the room to discover early suspicious objects.

"Something? I have a really bad feeling about this."

"There's going to be more of your work. The direction for refining sugar is now set!!

"Ugh, I knew it wasn't even a busy thing!!

"We're going to improve the quality of sugar and aim for bright white upper-white sugar. It's a pleasant job. Aren't you excited? I will, won't I? No, you should."

"Young ladies, it is their belly blackness that should make them whiter. Oh, my loose ends. An elegant life."

Office of the Mortairn family. It was Nicolo, who wanted the belly blacks dyed clean and white.