Sweet Reincarnation

"Bring all the midwives!!

"It's hot water, bring it if you have hot water. What? Use as much firewood as you want. Could we run out of stockpiles? I have it for a whole stockpile shed, so that's not true!! Still got to be enough or gather them out of town!!

Contemporary Count Ratesh is the head of a woman. The business of pregnant women while in government always involves the risk of abortion.

That's why I've been preparing myself for every risk since I found out about triplets' fertility. Chief Ratesh family clerks and others prepare for the birth of Uncle Ratesh even second about their own family.

So I just waited and waited to know that I don't care what time I gave birth.

Still, if the time had come, it would be the haste of the first experience to say who I had done it to.

Today, he said he realized if he was lucky or bad, and more importantly, a short time before Pais and the others visited him.

In this way, even though the Mortairns were important guests, they were forced to wait in the guest room. Even for the Mortaire family, the circumstances are not disputed solely by the circumstances.

"Oh?"

However, Pace and the others tilt their necks at the fact that there was one unfamiliar woman in the guest room and she was there as a client. I was a teenager there when I was old. Is it a religious outfit, with little skin exposure from head to toe, besides hiding his face with a vale. What I found to be a woman was inference from her shape.

The thought of escort and the presence of both humans made me wonder if it might be you.

Uncle Ratesh's people are excellent, so that's not the case with the mistake of double booking, etc. Therefore, they should never have met in a guest like this.

I don't know who it is, but if it's the kind of person waiting for the Ratesh family, it must be one or the other, and Pais and the others say hello. It's a greeting to the human being.

"I'll see you first. My name is Casserole, Associate Baron Mortairn. I beg your pardon for not saying hello on your knees."

"Likewise, my name is Pastry, the Mortairn family."

In response to the Mortairn family greeting, the woman responded on one knee. Position with your arms crossed in front of your chest and palms around your shoulders, tending to keep your eyes down.

Pais and the others perceive who she is to greet Ananmanav Holy Nation ceremony.

"We extend our cordial greetings and apologize for your loss. My name is Mariadit-Adobyon and I have been called by the House of Ratesh by the Holy Nation to stay. It is an honor to meet your distinguished Lord Mortairn."

"When you say Adobyon, could Cardinal Adobyon be your relative or something?

"Under the Cardinal is my adoptive father. The God-fearing Spirit was given healing power, and he was welcomed down as an adoptive daughter."

"I see."

The Holy Nation of Ananmanav is a theocratic state more than the Kingdom of God. Religious power is strong enough to be called festive unanimity, and the famous Sieism as monotheism is made national religion.

All the inhabitants were considered believers and maintained a peculiar state of paying a tenth of their income as taxes to the Church and the State.

In this country, the righteous believer is supposed to be endowed with the power of holiness by the Spirit, the use of God, and the magic of what is called the Kingdom of God hits this. However, it is exclusive to other religions and is a companion of dog monkeys with the Kingdom of God, which uses the Episcopal Church of Beauvaldia as its national religion.

When the Kingdom of God was still an urban state, the disconnection of these self-proclaimed saints from the cult and the power they used to call the power of the devil led to the strange power being called magic in the Kingdom of God.

Because it is a religious state, the operation of a substantial country is governed by a collegial system of thirteen Siesian Cardinals (cardinals), one of whom is Cardinal Adobyon, who governs the territory of Cardinal Grimoworth. The Grimoworth Pivotal Territory is officially referred to as the Northern District or the Grimoworth Regional District.

It is on defense as the front line against the Kingdom of God, and faces the House of Ratesh across the sea. So the cardinals of history, who should also be lords here, are set to fly off excellence and the market.

In belly blackness, more than Pais. A wizard surrounds herself as an adopted daughter of her own house. Whatever happens, it's not just people.

"Earlier, Sir Ratesh was told that he had a new budding breath, and that he had long received the honor of welcoming him. We climbed the castle in return for his benevolence, but he said that your hands were blocked, so we were just waiting here."

I see, Casserole thought.

This woman must be the healing wizard I was hearing rumors about. When it comes to why we're here, it's exactly what we're here for today.

She herself is well aware of her role, and I imagine that where she came to the castle with a distraction, she was to be waited for too much distraction.

If so, I also thought that now that we can talk inwardly toward the face, it would be a wonderful opportunity that God had given us.

"Is it Master Left? As a matter of fact, we've come to ask His Excellency Ratesh for a favor. It's about something you can't introduce to anyone else."

"Well."

The escort moves in and out to protect the woman.

Even a valuable wizard possesses useful abilities that are clearly visible to the amateur. Even with some sacrifice, she abducted them, and insisted on "she wanted asylum at home," but the impotent people tried to surround them. It was not once or twice that he was kidnapped, and there was a reason why he was surrounded by the Cardinal as his adopted daughter.

It is only natural to be vigilant against the face of the Mortairn family, which gave a glimpse of the overt interest in healing women.

Especially when it comes to the Mortairn family, a house famous for its instant mobility. From a human being who doesn't know what the magic activation conditions are, it's the hardest thing to get away with magic. I've never crossed it without letting it get close.

Seeing how it goes, the casseroles try to de-alert themselves with a distracting breeze.

He expressed his attitude that he did not feel guilty.

"Actually, I was unconscious on the battlefield the other day and suffered injuries as you can see. My men here are also heavier as you can see sheltering me. We want you to treat us if you can."

"Oh, that's tough. However, there are so many people who want to leave me to God's grace… I can't treat someone special, and I refuse to do so."

Extremely low world of medical technology. Humans wishing to treat wizards who specialize in healing have a lot of deductions.

Even if you're taking on all of them, you're overworked and flaky.

That's why she will not use her powers unless there are circumstances and rewards for breaking them. It could be inferred that he was learning to interact aristocratically, albeit with his adopted daughter, simply by smelling it in the dark.

If we know that a commonsense aristocratic response will come through, then it will depend on the negotiations later. Casserole and Pais rejoice inside, even though they refused, seeing the possibility.

"We know that, of course. I can also use [metastasis], so any number of humans who try to use it conveniently come by. And I know how hard it is for you."

"It helps that you understand. Many of you don't understand, so to be honest, it was easy."

"I'm guessing. But as I can see, the circumstances are the same. Especially my men, who are still unconscious. Regardless of my body, it's this honest place that I want to at least do something about just my people. No matter, I'm not just going to be merciful. If that's what we can do, we're going to have something full of consideration."

"Oh, well"

Consideration, where the word appeared, the woman turned her attention to one of the escorts.

The escort just nodded lightly, and they had some sort of agreement.

"We are refraining from giving birth to His Excellency Ratesh. You can use the power you have accumulated. If you don't mind just resting here, you can manage to stay with me."

"That's okay. If the possibility of healing alone arises."

The women of the Holy Nation too, after this, refrain from great covenants. In addition, there has been no negotiation to make the patient's hopes fully appropriate from the outset.

If the success or failure is as obvious as childbirth, it is still difficult to treat the defect because it is susceptible to complaints such as "feeling different from before”.

If the casserole pushed that it was still good, the woman finally nodded there.

"Ok... if you can get the price you deserve"

"What do you want?

"Right. What I'm looking for now is peace of mind for people, prosperity in their homeland, service to God"

It was a human, abstract expression of the Holy Nation.

What exactly do you want? Casserole cares that the negotiations will par down if we make a mistake here.

"I see. That would be fine. For peace of mind, we promise not to fight against your house, and we have a thousand and five hundred lets of pure wealth available for prosperity. I also offer my sincere gratitude to God, and I offer you my gratitude through your father."

about the non-war of the Mortairn family. accompanying security guarantees for women themselves. And a surprising amount of money, even for aristocracy. I complained with my gaze that the interpretation should not be wrong. And the man's words seemed right.

The women of the Holy Country look relieved, too.

Even from the Holy Nation, it was common sense that Mortern territory was a poor land, and we were anxious to understand and prepare as precisely as we wished.

"And."

"Anything yet?

Perhaps the situation of the Mortairn family was leaking.

Everything was arranged as I just came up with, but it was clear that a meeting had been held in advance.

"Sure, the Mortairns have candy to soothe their throats"

"Yes, that's for sure"

"To heal the Son of the Pious God, my power alone is often elusive. There will be a lot of people who can help with that candy, so I'd really like you to teach me how to make it."

"... I guess I'll have to"

Priests have prayer and theory at work.

I can also hurt my throat if I stand in front of people every day and give long speeches. When I have a cold and swelling, I feel like I'm at work.

Throat candy is useful for counteracting this, a technique monopolized by the Mortairn family as it stands. When they say they want this, it's an act close to forcing them to give us a diplomatic advantage of the family.

How far is the Mortairn family serious about the treatment? Obviously, I was pressing for a treadmill.

How much loss is the Ratesh family paying for calling the wizard to endure the same kind of compulsion as this? The casserole that observes cannot be forbidden to sigh.

Casserole, who saw his son (Pace) properly, saw the boy take the lead and decided to give the recipe to the diplomatic card.

We've made concessions so far. The Mortairns really want to be treated.

It was the man of the Holy Nation who judged that.

Are you ready or not? The Mortairn children take out one roll of parchment paper with some bags of gold from the luggage they were bringing, as if they knew what was required.

Gold coins are pure goods and inbound. A scroll is a recipe.

"This is what you want. If you can confirm it, I'd really like my men to fix it."

"... that's the Mortairn family. It would be rude to say no to this meal."

With that said, the Holy Nation woman had a little examination of Shiites' hot body “while Pais was watching”.

It still looks like a serious injury, and both casseroles will be difficult to fully heal.

Just in case, Caserol also had the pain reduced to the point of rest, but if he tries to heal to the missing defect, he darkly presses for more concessions.

Whether from the Cardinal or from this woman, the power of healing is an absolute advantage like no other, so it is a constant means to make the effects as small as possible and to dissipate as much as possible.

But doing so, the chief squire of the Ratesh family jumped into the room.

"Sir Adobyon, are you staying!!

"Yes, I am here to refrain"

"My lady said she's finally broken the water. The midwife instructed me to call you, so I picked you up."

"Really? Then let's come. Good day to the Mortairns. If you want to continue, you can always tell me."

Several of the Holy Kingdoms left the room with Corton, a strong side that seemed to be already tempered.

Thanks to you, only the mortairn family people are in the room. The three of us are lonely.

But the people inside are still on the alert like they have enemies.

"... well. Should I?

"It's perfect, Dad."

On Pace's delightful face, a father who guards his surroundings.

He cared about the neighborhood with both eyes.

Behind it, a meaningful word was uttered in the voice of a man who had only ever groaned.

"Uh-oh, disgusting. I've got a head in the gutter with 10,000 times the hangover. Boy, isn't this going to heal?

"It sounds impossible because it's one of the magical activation conditions that reduces your health instead of healing. Oh, you're still an injured person for once, so Shiites should sleep a little slower."

I have to wait.

It was the resurrection of our trusted squire chief.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

A few days after the birth disturbance on Ratesh territory.

Dobby and hasty things. I began to see signs of a change in circumstances.

The cooperation of Casserole (and Pais) brought back the son-in-law of the Ratesh family from the battlefield.

Serjan desperately deputizes for his affairs, even as his son-in-law feels overworked, rather than the Count himself in his postnatal weakness.

From the royal above to the common people below. If the children of the Count Ratesh family were born, they would be piled with mountains just for the celebration. Even if it was limited to congratulations, it had arrived to the point where there was no end to the reward.

Congratulations from the common people, or from the squire who serves the House of Ratesh, can only be given back by those who prefer foreign affairs, including the squire chief, but not to the aristocrats.

At least about the last signature should be done by a person in the right position, and only Sergian can do that, except for the postnatal count.

A work that is mentally tiring, even if it just sticks to the stereotype.

"Hmm."

At last, when he had finished paying his respects to the blind Baron's house, Serjan leaned against the back of the chair and stretched his spine.

Since I have been working the last few days without sleeping busily, I feel like I have been stiffening up to my back muscles.

There was a woman who spoke up to a man who had been stretching his back for a long time to break the stiffness.

"You"

"Hmm? Rio, is it okay to wake up now?

"They said it would be nice to take a light walk. I'm free to just sleep, so I'm here to see how it goes."

"Right. Don't push it yet."

It has been the inhabitants of a private space co-located in the office who have spoken. From the public, she is said to be both a rare generation of bad girls and a talented woman.

Rio, Briosh-Salgret-Mille-Ratesh. It was that person.

"How are those kids doing?

I'm sleeping well now.

"Then I guess I'll go see your face later"

"Don't you cry when you see your dad's face?

"The smell of the battlefield must have washed away."

Recently, with the support of the Wizard of the Holy Nation, a triplet was born safely.

She was born a little early, so she was lightweight, but all three of them are healthy girls, and now she is getting milk from her nanny and sleeping in a good mood.

In hiring a woman to milk after giving birth as a caregiver's nanny, it was pretty hard after I found out she was a triplet. It's difficult to have as many as three trusted nannies, but it's physically tough on one person who was originally scheduled to. There are no women in this world with three breasts.

Still, the kingdom's premier financial and intelligence power is used to hire additional nannies, and a system is in place for two nannies to take care of three babies.

So far, none of Uncle Ratesh's jobs. Breastfeeding is only a part of the burden because my chest is tight, but that's what I'm talking about after I get my weak body in shape after the birth.

Parenting a noble family means that there is considerably less room for mothers to intervene.

"Why don't you take a break?

"Right."

The wife, who sees the colour of weariness on her husband's face, urges him to rest.

I appreciate you working hard on my behalf, but it's harder to fall down here. Though I would like you to take a moderate break, Serjan is born serious and, if conceived, indulgent in nature (s).

"Yeah, well, I got something a little funny. Why don't you open it if you want?

"Something interesting? From where?"

"The Mortairn family"

Sergian was spotted for a moment in the smile of his giggling wife, but I didn't think it was normal for the giver to just say “that” Mortairn family.

Whatever, a lot of deductions as a gift. Because this is the kind of house in which military and clergy make coveted "throat candy" without any hesitation.

Yes, it's public. Anyone can now know if they want to.

The face of the Mortairn family said that, as far as gathering information was concerned, they accidentally made contact with the Wizard of the Holy Country in the fold of the birth. At that time, they included teaching how to make throat candy as one of the negotiating materials. A business pattern, something that literally makes my hands about to come out of my throat for a priest who tortures my throat.

They also loaded a considerable sum of money, and the two critically injured members of the Mortairn family said they were treated on the spot. Strangely, he maintains that the Holy Nation has not been cured, and that the Mortairns have been cured by the man of the Holy Nation.

There were reports that there were slight traces of humans in the Holy Nation exercising their magic, and it seems that the Mortairn family is right because they are healing as facts, but it is currently under investigation why they are trying to hide the fact that the Holy Nation has treated them. How much you want to hide, the investigation of the Holy Nation is quite difficult to navigate.

Perhaps it had nothing to do with the “public opening” of the House of Mortairn's way of making candy.

Information that, if monopolized, would be a great asset. No one thought it would come out of the original side just because it flowed into some virtual enemy country.

Industry, which is supposed to be the financial pillar of the Mortairn family. The Adobyon family, which was supposed to be monopolized in two houses and used for pressure on the Awabari Mortairn family, is a completely untrustworthy form.

The Mortairn family. Specifically, the Ratesh family, who knew that the trace there was not a regular person, saw it truncated not to be their weakness because there were more “effective” cards than throat candy.

That's also why I can't get distracted by “gifts”.

"What? Beans? That's colorful."

"It also had a letter. Sugar candy (dragee). It's a sweet treat with almonds covered in sugar."

Draje, or Confetti.

Draje, the cook of the Fabius family of ancient Roman aristocracy, supposedly came up with a treat from the dropping of almonds into honey, and it is said that Draje's name derives from this.

In the Fabius family, this drajet was supposedly handed out at the time of the clan's marriage and birth.

Many fruitful almonds are considered symbols of prolific production and prosperity and are sometimes handed out at weddings in Japan.

In Italy, we give away five dragees, each meaning offspring prosperity, riches, health, longevity and happiness. Pais was the country that blurred, but with his origins he had given the House of Ratesh five grains of drajet.

Is Pace's [transcription] also used, so colorful that it doesn't seem like a treat, even with a geometric pattern?

"That's nice."

"Oh."

I didn't even think there was a treat about childbirth, the Ratesh family.

And I was convinced that this must be the new card that would come to change even if I cut the throat candy degree.

Because the knowledgeable Uncle Ratesh knew that almonds had a cough relieving and spasmodic effect. Timely, definitely the first to see it as the top compatible for throat candy.

"Delicious again."

Fragrant fried almonds wrapped in sweet sugar. Sweetness that melts soothingly with crisp teeth. The fragrance of almonds that you feel afterwards, the bitterness.

A treat that can be considered artistic completed inside.

When this definitely sold when it came to selling, there was something about the business sense of the talent that felt like a bin.

"Oh?"

However delicious, five grains were given.

And it's the two of us who are here.

Divide the odd number by two, and it is really excessive to be born.

Delicious treat. I want to eat as many grains as I can, but the last grain left is laughing between them.

……

A couple staring at each other.

A battle that appeals to each other to eat with their eyes and eyes.

"... go ahead"

This silent dispute.

In the end, only the couple knew which one had won.