Sweet Reincarnation

The royal castle in Beauvaldia, king capital of the kingdom of God, was in the midst of noise.

Because of the invasion of neighboring countries, the defeat of the Huberlek border uncle, and the reward of seeking immediate reinforcements was coming.

The Duke of Kadreček and others have formed an army for rescue.

Five thousand of fifteen houses below the Earl of Corleef in the first row. Of which cavalry one hundred and eighty.

Six thousand and eight hundred of eighteen houses below the Earl of Anglewatt in the second inning. Of which one hundred and fifty cavalry and twenty siege weapons.

Three thousand three hundred and fifty supply support units of twelve or fewer Viscounts Batzien in the third inning.

To this, we intend to add the immediate direct graduation of the Duke of Kadrecek, if necessary, with a total of more than 20,000 large armies.

While it is unclear what is going on, it intends to be as powerful as it can adequately cope with unforeseen circumstances.

But there are also shortcomings in the army alone.

The development and preparation of military stations, the preparation of weapons and uniforms, the development of march routes, the procurement of war costs and much needed to move them, which is why they lack immediacy.

He was the duke of Kadrecek in a hurry to keep him as hasty as he could, but such was the news to him with an early horse.

The old man, surprised by the contents, asks for a visit to the king as soon as possible.

Make it a heavy town of the state and top of the military. The king also responded to the visit by softening up every cumbersome procedure, as it was not a matter of urgency, such as coming to see him in the midst of war preparations.

"Your Majesty, I am truly terrified that I have given you a sudden throne to this day because of the immorality of my subjects."

"Fine. I allow the Duke to speak straight to me. I hate being around. Be frank. Oh, you don't need such hard language. When I was little, I was getting novels. I felt bad when I was awed. What happened? What happened?

"Ha, according to my men this morning, the Hubarek family dropped the territorial capital."

"What? Right, in time. I don't know..."

King Carrison breathed deeply in meditation.

And calm down with a big sigh.

The reign of Carison began with the war, as is well known.

A start from where all the surrounding foreign countries are attacked with hostility. Ultra-high difficulty, to put it in terms of difficulty. It started with a situation that wasn't in hard mode.

In the meantime, there has been no major disturbance to date, maintaining the territory taken over from his father. Or diplomatic success has been achieved to the extent that it has increased slightly.

Similar to diplomacy. We pull each other off in the national interest and try to make a profit. Even if, in fact, it appears to be a slight movement, an exchange of small profits, the pressure that is moving behind it is just so great that it rocks a country.

I mean, just to maintain equilibrium, we need unbeatable strength for the rest of the old, cunning people.

A glimpse of the extraordinary nature of the present king can be glimpsed even if we only see that one point: that we have defended our territory.

But Carrison and not all of them are people who fall in love with their abilities. There is an equilibrium today because of many human devotions and a lot of good fortune.

That's why I thought that one day that equilibrium could fall apart.

There are rumblings between East, West and North. Even if the East didn't happen to work, it's a possible story.

Carrison was prepared for the worst from the moment he received the news that the Kingdom of Siri had sent a large army headed by a Lutroot border uncle.

The territorial capital of Fuberlek territory is dropped. The Hubarek family is crushed. This was another possible future. Poked reality and aroused feelings.

But there's something wrong with the Duke.

"No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry I don't have enough words for you, but your concerns are useless."

"Hmm?"

"What the minister said is not a report that the territorial capital of Hubarek has been dropped."

"What do you mean?

"We have received reports of an attack on the capital of the Luttrut Borderlands."

"What!? Say it again."

"The Fuberlek army defeated the Royal Siri Army and drove the surplus to a painful counterattack on Lutroot territory. The good news is that we have attacked enemy territory completely."

Carrison accidentally slipped out of his chair.

According to recent reports, the enemy forces are tens of thousands of large armies, defeated by the field and the fort defense battles that follow, and all the fronts are destroyed. Caged Castle without stopping at Fuberlek Alcom with defeated soldiers. How about asking the widows for immediate reinforcements if they were difficult?

It's still good news just to say that it's stopping enemies at the walls. It would be a miracle at the level of thanking God for his good fortune if he were rewarded for his successful defense of the territorial capital.

How can we go wrong and let the defeated defeated defeat the powerful army and even accomplish the enemy's home attack?

Even if they say my ears have rotted, I can now believe it from the bottom of my heart.

"... possible enemy maneuvers or false alarms?

"Your Majesty's concerns are true. I couldn't believe it, and I checked it again and again, but there was no doubt about it."

Neither is the Duke of Kadreček, an old man whose grandson is already married. I'm old enough to leave it up to my son to hide, and I've only had twice as much experience swimming in the stupid royal palace.

That's the news I told you was incredible, Jen. It's natural to doubt your ears.

"Tell me more. What the hell happened?

"Then, at the beginning of the event, the Mortairns realized the disturbances in the east."

"Casserole wouldn't be strange to notice."

"Yes, and from the brink to help"

From the eastern border to the southern border. If you move normally, it will take more than a month, but it is because the Mortairns can be treasured (yuen) that you can ignore it.

No wonder you noticed the strife on the far eastern border, and if you do, you will naturally be asked for reinforcements on the fringe from your fiancée. If it were to be the Fuberlek family, they would be cornered about when they would use it if they didn't use handouts here.

"But how can you say Associate Baron Mortairn, he said he was forced to defend himself before a large army that could multiply dozens of times, resulting in injuries. In doing so, the head of the Mortairn family was also seriously injured."

"Is there a peeper all over the casserole and off the front? I don't know. Isn't it on the other hand a disadvantage instead of pushing back? Were you two safe?

"I don't know the details because he said he stopped his life... but at this time, my son seems to have collected more reinforcements. He said he collected hundreds of gestures from places that were the main ones, such as the Ratesh and Bombino families in the south and sent them to the east. Sir Mortairn was wounded when we joined him, so his son was supposed to be in command."

"Son of a painter? That too was a very resourceful man. But the kid that year was in command or something?

"... there"

The Duke of Kadrecek said it for a moment.

Because what I'm about to say is so absurd. If you turn to the king and say with a serious face, "There is a man who drank the water of the sea," or "I have the strength to lift one mountain," the first thing they say is that you are an idiot. Believe me, it's more impotent.

Now, a boy, not even ten years old, led an army to withdraw the enemy forces, and on top of that, he commanded all the armies, including the Fuberleks, to strike back, reclaim the fort that had been taken with little damage, and even gained most of the enemy's territory, featuring a thorough defeat of more than 10,000 large armies.

Whether or not you should say things like that with a serious face.

Thanks to the troubles, my mouth became a word to, but my eyes were harsh, and I couldn't help but describe the report as something of a joke.

"That's it for the son of Casserole? Where are you kidding me?

"I'm not kidding. It's hard to believe with your minister, but if you're true."

"Ha-ha, ha-ha, don't make me laugh when it gets that far. Even a script in a heroic play would write a little more credible content. What the hell is that?"

"From what I hear, you used the magic of [transcription] to paint the faces of enemy generals, confusing enemy orders and causing them to argue with each other? The minister was impressed by the unique and flexible idea of the child."

"Me too. Hey, this is the time, so call the castle security. There's a master of disguise."

"Ha."

In fact, even though Pace fixed his face, it's about as soon as he sees it firmly in the light.

In the dark, it worked because I was a human opponent I never thought I was disguised.

But the Carrisons don't know that much, so just be vigilant.

"Well, make sure you leave things alone. Did Casserole's son get to the last stuffing? If you were doing it, I'd hold a national parade and festive it to a new hero..."

"No. After the Luttrut invasion, the Ratesh family took command and responded to the Territorial Capital attack."

"The Ratesh family... well, weren't those principals over there in weight? Oh, the second son of Aulion? My son-in-law. Was that the" disturbing wedding son-in-law "?

"Yes, I'm that Jen. On the sidelines of the restructuring of the Fuberlek family in the territory with its residual forces, it invaded and swallowed Lutroot territory in a coalition of nations headed by the Ratesh family. They almost just attacked the empty nest, and sooner rather than later the territorial capital fell. That's why we cleared up one hundred years of suspense in the clear."

That said, the Duke of Kadrecek, who finished his report, was tired.

Explain to people what they might still suspect to be true. A hundred times more tiring than reporting the obvious in a stereotype.

"Hmm, well. Good luck. Now, when that happens, it's gonna be tough."

"Yes. The Luttrut border uncle lost his life when he was attacked by a stripping bandit on his way back to King's Capital, he said. All the children were either taken prisoner or self-harmed at the fall of the Territorial Capital. We have relatives, but the immediate family is already dead, and the name of retaliation is absent."

"Then for the time being, Antai. I want to swallow it early... but I can't leave it to the Fuberleks."

As far as Carrison is concerned right now, Uncle Fuberlek is missing.

It's almost settled that Koko will inherit the trail, and there's no problem there. However, the inclusion of even Luttrut territory makes the problem more difficult.

If the family can have both sides of the border that can mobilize more than 10,000 soldiers if they are serious, they are clearly overpowered. The concentration of military power, power and wealth in leading aristocrats on the border is not interesting as a royal family.

In addition, the next generation inheritance is troublesome.

The first-born son is inexperienced and unstable on top of his unknown strength. Besides, all marital relationships get shallow.

For example, Pais, who was previously the fiancée of his direct daughter, is his stepson. A prospective first-degree matrimonial relative, but becoming a fiancée of my sister becomes a second-degree matrimonial relative.

It will all be like this, so it will be quite shallow in all respects in terms of connection.

My friends, who were close to me personally, don't treat me the way I've always been when I'm dealing with my son.

Rebuilding connections and connections takes time.

"... we'll have to separate the Luttrut territory."

The king shall judge as king. If there is to be a new swallow, Lutroot territory will have to be divided in detail, he said.

Think hard, one Viscount, one Baron is sure. The median aristocrats around here have difficulty after adding more. One thing at a time would be reasonable. The Viscount family as a compiler of the old Lutroot territory. Hand out the Baron family to his aides, preventing them from becoming too bulky and less prepared for the Kingdom of Siri.

The rest will create three to four Associate Barons and five to ten Knight Jazz families anew. Fightingly, that would be about it if we were to break up the old Luttrut territory.

"Your Majesty, as a minister, I foolishly believe that a candidate is important to leave the former Luttrut territory to be divided. If we leave it to the detours, we'll start a commotion."

"I know. You're dismissing each one of the more ambitious, the less experienced, the less military, the less loyal."

If you are ambitious, you are not suited to seek strife unnecessarily in a new territory facing the enemy.

Anything inexperienced is still unsuitable for ruling a difficult land: ex-enemy land, if you want to rule a stable land without difficulty.

If you are neglected by the military, you are anxious to leave the border to the enemy forces who do not know when they will re-invade.

Anything with low loyalty is out of the question. The fringes of the former Duke of Armiah family, etc. that have been destroyed, will become their counterparts, but there is no way that they can deposit military power in remote areas beyond the royal sight of the royal family, etc. to a person who seems to have a grudge against the royal family. Just incite a spark of conspiracy.

"What was the battle merit in this battle, to be chosen from the non-aristocrats and given the knighthood?

"Sire, please don't do that. If you have heard that many people in old Lutroot territory have resentment towards our country, let us be all the more resentful, for example, those who stood on the arrow in this battle. As for the title, it is within His Majesty's chest collar, but I know that it would be dangerous for the minister to distribute it to the periphery within a few moments, no matter how much credit the minister thinks about defence."

"Then we're going to take what we've accomplished so far... we're going to need a realm change"

"If you do, I would like to know that the ritual is in your hands."

"... Still no loopholes. Fine, I'll take care of it. But do your best to discuss it with the others."

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New territorial acquisition. huge differentiation of entitlements as a result.

Adjustment to the chairs of the noblemen, who will be newly built, and to those who will curse.

The Duke of Kadreček cannot fail to devour the delicious rights that are unique to the noble nobility. And it's only a matter of time before the others sniff it out.

"That's fine for now, but I guess we'll need to gather and adjust the people involved as well. Oh yeah, would you ask Casserole for it anyway? He's involved, and he's good at bringing people together."

"You're on your left."

"Speaking of officials, you're Uncle Huberlek. I still want to know the news, even if it's good for the moment because I have a son."

Carison remembers the face of Uncle Huberlek Borderline, who has followed me for years as his own minister.

It's not good to be caught in a personal affair as a king, but naturally you care about the safety of what you were close to as an individual.

"Your Majesty... it's very difficult to tell you, but I have a report on the matter."

The voice of the Duke of Kadrecek was sinking terribly.