Sweet Reincarnation

A late spring day with summer approaching.

Under a bright, refreshing blue sky, someone enjoys the scent of tea in a bright, fresh, green courtyard. There are two main guests. One is an elderly woman, and a pregnant woman close to the moon. The other is an extremely disproportionate combination of boys, but no one points that out.

We keep each other's escorts behind us, holding tea in the form of opposites.

Classy and celebrity tea party at first glance, but that's not true.

"So? What happened after you were able to recapture the first fort with your widows?

"It was night, so I [transcribed] a soldier's painting on a cloth or board to make it look like a crowd soldier and get rid of it. The real soldier dragged his armor and helmet behind the cloth to make it sound like there were a lot of them. You can't detect sound with the eyes of a bird."

"I see. If it's a small number, even the injured Associate Baron could have carried it. Or did you carry it? Rumor has it that [metastasis] can be lent to a bloody wizard?

"Well, that's your first ear."

As disguised information (cover story), it is assumed that the magic of casserole can be lent to the 'Wizard of Blood'. Naturally, I treat this information as top secret, but Uncle Ratesh was grasping the information.

Because there is no certainty, it is shaken by camouflage, but I do not think that Pace will divulge the information to this extent. Efforts like that.

"... okay. Your father, or did you do it? They've done something to transfer parts of the ground, so why don't you tell me about it? You built your own reservoir, didn't you?

"I didn't know my father could have done that. I'm sure he was injured and his potential woke up. My father was nervous because of his injuries then, so it's possible that he was more powerful than usual. Maybe the stronger the constraints, the stronger the power is."

"You're an asshole. You can tell me. You and I are friends."

"I advise you that it is not a good idea for a pregnant woman to make a statement that would be misunderstood"

Pais tries to hide or disrupt information thoroughly.

And a woman lord who tries to pull as much information out of it as she can.

The exploration of these two bellies makes even the human stomach looking at them as an escort feel tense.

"Ugh, I'll see you next time about that. What happened after you defended the first fort?

"We reclaimed all the fortifications as well and fought each other against the enemy's defensemen. He also drove a horse to a fort in Lutroot territory. This is also the same procedure for seizure. Rather, the fort on Lutroot territory was less alert and more easily caught in the same hands."

"Where I thought I was safe, a worn out ally comes and complains about the crisis and asks for immediate relief. It induces enemy haste, shreds calm, reduces room for judgment, and induces misjudgment by adding time constraints. How dare you manipulate people's minds? Is that magic, too?

"Now what do you think? Oh, yes, at this time we also got the kind of enemy letters at the fortress on Lutroot's side, so we [transcribed] the signatures, created fake letters and pseudo-secrets, and incited suspicious ghosts. Thanks to this, it seems that the enemy opposes each other. I also worked hard on my sleepless break, so I was just about to collapse from overwork."

Hahaha two main guests, a laughing boy and a woman looking at it with an unafraid eye.

Uncle Ratesh and I are in a position to be asked to make important decisions from time to time. It is good to realize later that the decision I made in a hurry that I did not have time was a mistake.

There's no such thing as a rush to misjudge, but it's bad because they hook up with it. It's a level where marriage fraudsters seem honest.

Well, there's a reason these two drink tea while exploring their bellies.

Sometimes the fighting in the east calmed down, and Pais was coming to Ratesh territory to pay tribute to reinforcements and explain his history.

The command of all the armies that had been deposited from the Hubarek family has already been returned.

The Mortairns have already raised their reinforcements, and they are only here as deputies for the Paramount Baron.

Incidentally, the Count's son-in-law, Serjan, still commands the army in the east.

Because the houses of the eastern kingdom of God, which had decided on opportunism in the interest of the House of Huberlek, began to send their soldiers greetings to the fire thieves at the same time. There are circumstances that required the prestige of the Ratesh family to reintegrate them into the rebel army as a meaningful force while suppressing those who make unsolicited moves with a spill aim.

"What happened to the villages in Hubarek territory? By the time we found out the fort had been recaptured, they would have attacked us desperately over there, wouldn't they? They say pillaging is a battlefield lesson."

"Because I forced myself to fly ahead and buy only eye-catching food. Then, leave the poisoned bread in the souvenir to the point of not dying."

"To the point of not dying? Why?"

"Because mass producing a sick person is a burden for them rather than killing them with poison. Besides, if it's a lethal poison, you can clearly tell it's poisoned, but if it's vomiting or diarrhea that wakes up over time, it also looks like it's around the diet or sick. If you just look at it at first glance, you'd think you could eat it, wouldn't you? Nonetheless, we burn the food we get in the corner ourselves. From a general soldier who doesn't know what's going on, they look like they're starving, but they burn what they can eat. That's poisonous, even if it's explained above, but if there's no poisonous death, it's less convincing. Disbelief is exhorting."

That's a terrible story.

Actually, here Pais is committing a breakdown.

Pais' main job is confectioners. I hesitated to poison my food, so I had a half-effect.

but he's not even the kind of guy who shows his Count opponent the gaps that get put in like that. Push through pre-construction.

"And in that situation, the enemy won't get anything to feed the army either, so you couldn't even stay in the villages long enough to leave early... oh, after the Royal Siri Army pulled up, we made arrangements to let them buy back what they bought up. The damage done to the villagers is almost nothing but the looting of the enemy. It was the Huberleks who commanded this."

"I see. But there would also have been villages and towns in Lutroot territory. Doesn't it make sense to be supplied there?

"I hit my hand earlier on that, too. The hands pretended to be borderline ambassadors and their men, disguised themselves as Lutroot territorial troops, and civilians evacuated to the territorial capital. Let me keep the supplies. I struggled to scratch the other eye and move the team."

In fact, it was possible because we were able to obtain “means” by which we could monitor the movement of our enemies at once.

Know where and what your opponent is doing, reverse monitor enemy surveillance and reconnaissance movements from the sky, and calculate time while moving supplies ahead of the villages and towns you would be on your way to.

When the enemy arrives at their destination, the dimensions are empty.

The means by which detailed information can be obtained, the means by which movement can be shortened even partially, the chain of command by which it can be controlled, excellent men and elaborate traps. It is a shark hand that can do everything together. This is one of the reasons Pais asked for command.

The Lutroot army won't stop either. I should have fallen into the illusion that everything I had to do was read.

In fact, we're just ahead of ourselves after we sense the other guy's movements, but from the other guy's point of view, it looks like we were hitting our hands beforehand after reading through all of our actions.

By now there should be an overrated, overrated and devilish alias worn for Pace's intelligence.

"The other guy would have been in a hurry... you used to have time like that"

"Because I was able to crush my horse in the early days. By showing an atmosphere that seemed to dare in time, I served to put the fast legged cavalry ahead of the fort's recapture, where I thoroughly crushed the horse. Plus, marching in the middle of no food. It was visible to crush the horses first and snub the hunger. If you can force a foot, this one has both a horse and a [transfer]. Time will be spared."

Neither did Pais recapture all the fortifications just because of disguise or false news.

One fort, for example, deceived the enemy in the guise that he had driven away the enemy soldiers with false news, then dared to leave his own troops outside the fort to attack the fort, and now the fort was just about to fall.

The Royal Siri Army learns the situation because some magic is directed towards reconnaissance. And I'm wary of fighting each other. I'm not too relieved when the attacker finds out he's definitely a soldier in the Hubarek family. I don't think we're even fighting each other.

You wouldn't normally think that a bad guy who poisons people and laughs high would incite the same poison himself.

And the Royal Siri Army, which has no food, sends reinforcements to all that matters if the fort is dropped. If you need to hurry, let the cavalry ahead. but a defensive force with Pace's measures crushed it all. That's already, thoroughly.

Keep a bunch of little pitfalls and disguised little horse fences, and let the enemy cavalry walk through them. Many of the horses were taken off their legs and fractured. The fallen man caught the tragic sight of being showered with arrowballs by the fort's defensemen, who believed he was on his side. The person who risked his life trying to help him will kill him. The mental shock is enormous and the impact on morale is enormous.

The Royal Siri Army, which lost much of its tiger son's cavalry, also shredded its mobility after fewer hands could hit it further. The hungry army and so forth is a delicious duck even if it is not a paice.

The army in the dark of suspicion was embedded in a dysfunction that could not be dealt with even if there was a real emergency.

Ever since then, duck hunting has been a facade other than the Mortairn family, which was craving the handles. Hungry weak soldiers have the lowest morale, and the order system is in disarray. The kind of person who loses this is disqualified from the military.

Speaking of what he had been doing around that time, Pais had invaded even the Luttrut Border Uncle Territory one foot away and carried out the village's fanning.

All you have to do is incite them to hurry and flee. It's an easy job. Later, the villagers take their own food out.

The Royal Siri Army, which comes later to supply. How desperate would it have been to see a situation where supplies were empty even though there was no sign of contention?

"You're gonna do terrible things. Well, then it's not like they had a scorched-earth operation even though they're self-governing."

"Mercenaries make it easier to turn back, and conscripts flee one after the other, to a situation where limited supplies are taken up between allies. All I could do was laugh at the fact that we didn't do anything but started talking to each other on our own. Yeah, well, when the Lutroot army returned to its own territorial capital, there were reports that it was less than a hundred. They had more deaths fighting each other than the average war dead. You think there were quite a few soldiers who fell on an empty stomach and died? This one has zero damage. There have been some minor injuries. He said he'd done a little more damage when I wasn't in command, but it wouldn't really affect him."

"... I'm going to feel sorry for them"

Uncle Ratesh also caught his horse and martial arts. I know how a knight feels.

That's why I looked up, thinking of the human misery that had fallen without being able to fight. Dog death without honor is the worst way to die from a knight.

"So, how was Serjan? I gathered the people who were in the castle and sent them to you because it was a very sudden story. How can I help you?

"Of course. Lord Serjan had no shortage to keep a team. Aren't you still on the run to seize the Luttrut border? The enemy's power is worn out, so if you do well, the Fuberleks may swallow Luttrut border territory. No, it would be if we could attack the territorial capital. The forerunners then, given their experience, track record and status, he is the right man. If you succeed, you will have great merit."

From the imminent fall of the territorial capital of Hubarek territory, it invades backwards to attack the territorial capital of Lutroot territory. This handle is unparalleled, but Pace gives way to others (Serjan) for the delicious part of the handle.

For some reason, Uncle Ratesh wondered, but I reckon it makes sense because it's about his boy.

Daimyo, I speculated that I would have had a fear of monopolizing my achievements.

"I would have appreciated it very much as a homeowner... but I guess I'll be scared to make a debt later. What would you like to thank me for?

"I could have lent you one."

"I don't know where they'll take it out if I don't give it back when I can. Especially if you're not as alarmed as you are."

"Hmm?"

Pace's eyes sharpened.

Because this was the point.

"Then I'd like to introduce you to a wizard specializing in treatment, that your house is inviting from the Holy Land of Ananmanav"

I told him to show me the wizard (card) surrounding him to repay the debt. Uncle Ratesh was also wary of this and thought about it for a while.

And let the exploration in.

"Could it be for your father's treatment? Or to treat a peeper?

"It's both. If you can mediate with the Wizard, we will negotiate later."

The Count Ratesh family has ears on all sides. Casserole was injured and Shiites was contacted first such as being heavy. Anyway, it is an indispensable key man for the southern valves.

His associate baron and his belly. Either way, it would be worth just treating.

"Well, that would be nice."

"Tomorrow, too, Father will go out and show you the wizard to our land."

"You can't do that. The treatment of the Associate Baron is beneficial to us as well, but the Wizard of the Holy Country is a subject that we are responsible for protecting. You're here in preparation for my birth, so I can't allow you to take me out of my house."

"You mean we can't be trusted?

"It's a different matter of trust. Because when something unforeseen happens, it can't be handled without being in my sight."

"But Shiites is a very heavy weight to move."

"Still no. It is our decision only to approve the treatment if you are going out to us. If I could persuade the people of the Holy Nation."

Uncle Ratesh is not a sweet person either. Instead, a female fox, a belly-black woman, an insidious baba. Because, to the extent that people with bad mouths are sporadically bad-mouthed, they are harsh.

The Wizard of the Holy Nation is a guest who has managed to get him to come, spending a considerable amount of money for his own treatment. No matter how the Mortairns are, they can't make the kind of decisions they put in their hands.

Just to introduce you is a condition of breaking, I insist.

"I have no choice. But Shiitz is in a situation where he can't move without someone else's hand. I'll escort... Gohon, can you allow me to accompany you?

"I don't know what else to do."

For a moment Pais almost called it an escort, not a countess who misses hearing.

I certainly don't know if Pais is in a position. It's a form of keeping our hearts and minds in another house. If it is harmful, it is very easy to expose one seriously injured Shiites to an “unfortunate accident”. Keep it that way, he died without merit of treatment, even so.

The need for someone to stand aside and prevent this hand plot is convincing.

I've been thinking about Uncle Ratesh.

I understand that I would like to be escorted before building an escort, so I will issue permission.

It's not like there's anything in Shiites. I decided that it wasn't a bad idea to sell favors here to the Mortairns and appeal to what I trusted.

The next day, Pais and casserole all quickly. And three Shiites, carried by casseroles, came to the territory of Ratesh. Visitors with two injured and one child.

Unlike yesterday, however, there is a lot of noise in the castle of the Ratesh family.

"What's up?

Running around a lot, he catches one of the servants who is a customer but is not oriented, and Casserole asks.

Then the servant answered hastily, as if he could not stay or stand.

"The Count will have a child!!

Quick to say, or the servant who ran out again.

critical matter that his people said. Uncle Ratesh's birth. I wonder if you think you have had labor pains earlier than the moon.

The translation of the haste was sufficiently understandable with just one word of the servant.