Sweet Reincarnation

There, it was death.

Regularly arranged death, in order.

Those who have become untold corpses seem to be blamed for their incompetence without refusal, and it takes considerable fatigue to indulge in nausea.

It's my father.

"… Your Excellency"

From here and there, Ugh, I cried.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, definitely Donashel-Mil-Huberlek."

"My condolences"

"It hurts."

Thoughtless, the corpse complaining.

Son, Lucas-Mil-Huberlek gently covered his cloth and saluted with his right hand against his left chest with one knee on his back.

Mindless cleared up, whining in my heart.

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A room in the royal castle.

Several human beings were gathered in rooms where only nobles were allowed to enter.

We have nothing in common. No, the fact that you are an aristocrat of the Kingdom of God means something in common, but other than that.

I would dare say it's all about men, but the aristocratic principals are mostly men, so suppose that's a coincidence.

"Sir Mortairn, Sir's magic is as convenient as ever."

"Sir Liptauer seems to be very good, too. Seemed to be working out unchanged and wanted to carry"

"Dude, the weight doesn't matter"

"No, that's it. This makes the use of magic different. When this happens, I can tell the details of my weight in terms of consumption. My wife hates me because of that."

Ha ha the facade of joking with each other.

Second, casserole came up with something in common with the collected human being.

Those who once fought in the war, raised martial arts but were suppressed from the prize for political reasons. I also felt the head of it would be me.

"Focus together. Your Majesty!"

And all knelt down, and drooped his neck, and shook his hand upon his chest.

Eventually, their Lord came into the room.

He is the one who beautifies the red copper colored hair and sits with majesty in the thirteenth king of the kingdom of God, Carison-Pektarev-Hazbnois-Mill-Laud-Plowlich.

"They all got together a lot. Put your face up and make it easier for me."

In the words of the king, everyone is guided to a chair provided in the room.

Of course the king is the uppermost seat, but beside him were the guard knights and the secretary of the interior.

"Casserole took a lot of work. I'll play the rent, so you can pick it up later and go home."

"Thank you Happiness"

Carrison was looking at each and every face of everyone.

As Casserole realized, it was the men who worked together during the Great War. The king and I had one or two emotions.

Though we don't know what we think, we can call them comrades from Carrison. Everyone took full responsibility and loyal braves among those who fled. Or those children.

"Well, nothing else has gotten you guys together. I wanted to talk to everyone about the end of the war in the East. I can't force myself to do it just because it involves territory, and I'll be the first to make it clear that I won't impose it, but I promise I won't let you lose it."

All of a sudden, in the foreground, everyone leans their necks.

An overwhelming majority of people still do not even know that there was a war in the east, a world where horses passed on (Umatsu) even when the information was quickly communicated. It's not uncommon that a war begins before you realize it, and it's over before you realize it. This is it.

"Now, let's just say that only about casserole knows what's going on here. Siebert."

"Ha."

Callison called me by my family name, and it was the Marquis of Siebert who entered. Heavy town that divides everything in royal palace politics.

The semblance is to be dictated by him, but the word he says as superior in the presence of the king's throne is about the same as the king's. If the king consults, it will be an order, so he will be in a position as a nominee to avoid it.

"First of all, I would like to explain to you that a hundred thousand troops led by the Luttrut border boss of the Kingdom of Siri recently invaded the territory of our country on the border of Hubarek."

Marquis Siebert exaggerating the effects with an unfamiliar face, but this is also common.

We do not know the exact number of tens of thousands of troops, etc., and hundreds of thousands of counting errors, etc., are errors. That is why it is a constant of politics to promote defeated enemies as if they were even mighty.

If the real number is tens of thousands, it is said in a good number of kili that number 100,000.

But those who hear this without knowing the real numbers are distracted.

If the east is attacked and ravaged, we cannot ignore the possibility that the next spearhead is our own territory. No, if you do poorly, it's a crisis in the whole kingdom of God. Let's definitely have some firepowder on ourselves.

Our presence and strength will also be caged if it is war, just because there are all the military families. I floated my hips, but the Marquis slightly controlled it with his hands.

"No, don't worry about me with you. Lord Mortairn, who is here, begins, and the proud elites of our country leave the invaders. For all your history, please calm down."

A calm attitude with a tongue-in-cheek attitude. That is sometimes referred to as the heavy town of the state. Besides, I can relax once again. Together.

The Marquis, once he had looked around at the gathered faces, took a breath and continued his explanation.

"Now, scratching and talking about the history of the battle, it was temporarily pushed deep into the east, but with the dedication of the Fuberleks and the activity of the southern families who rushed as reinforcements, it led in turn to the control of the Luttrut border area"

"Oh my God!!

I thought you heard some shocking tragedy, good news that could be conveyed instantly.

Surrounded by enemies, even though it is just a constantly disputed kingdom of God. The skirmishes are frequent, but nevertheless the extra-large news that we rarely see in recent years if we are to say that we have taken one whole frontier uncle territory.

"Now, from here on out, this dominated old Lutroot territory is what the Fuberleks and southern nations want to win together. I was informed that one of the parties, Uncle Huberlek, had indeed unfortunately been immersed in the war, so much so that he should have been given priority by those in his hands. When fleeing the field, he threw away expensive protective equipment and defeated himself to the miscellaneous soldiers. It took him a while to confirm because he was discussed on the way out. Officials confirmed your body a while ago. When this happens, the Luttrut area obtained at the corner is also superfluous in the hands of the noisy Hubarek family instead, and becomes a floating shape."

"Then you should discriminate among the others who are worthy of merit."

"It is an honest argument. So, Lord Mortairn, does your house want Luttrut territory?

"You don't need it. I still have a lot of work to do, so it's just extra time to jump."

It is a farce, but an inner rooting is carried out beforehand between the casserole and the Marquis. After only casserole was called first to gather interested parties.

The Mortairns were to be rewarded with a considerable amount of gold, jewelry and cloth. It is an extremely common sense reward because I left the problem child in my territory who insisted on negotiating and negotiated only on casserole.

"And because of such circumstances, the former Lutroot realm will be deposited with His Majesty. His Majesty's will is that the House of Huberlek will honor the deceased uncle with a national burial and will receive a separate reward, but the land will want to give to the worthy."

The king nods to this word and agrees.

"So the vast territory of Lutroot was divided into several parts, on which a new sub Viscount title was created. It's up to you to discuss some of this with the lords gathered here."

"Ho."

The twirl ran.

For in the Kingdom of God, which had a long period of stability, we have not heard of the addition of new aristocrats, etc., for a long time. A whisper is heard that it is a day to listen carefully to the celebrations, etc. No, would that offset the ferocious report of Uncle Borderline's obituary?

"Now, if you have no objection, I will tell you about the duties that I wish to entrust to the lords on this occasion, together with the new title. Regardless, you may refuse, but in that case, I would like to request the recommendation of the appropriate person. Well, let's start with Baron Kratz"

"Ha."

"To Sir, I wonder if we should leave the new land as Viscount Kratz territory. This is where I'll leave it. And the throne shall be duke."

"Ooh."

The Marquis indicates the territory with a handwritten map spread over the wall.

Detailed map of Lutroot territory, seized when the old Lutroot family mansion was taken over. Something that was the most important military secret, just finely written everything from the terrain.

Baron Kratz is forty-six years old at the time. It was rumored to be retiring soon, but he is a meritorious minister who has served as a military family, including in earlier wars.

It also meant a grace for years of loyalty, and he was entrusted with the compilation of the former Lutroot territory on the Lord.

Retirement will also be postponed by this, but maybe that is also in the King's thoughts.

One name after another is called, and most humans do.

And there was one of them whose casserole was not to be missed.

"Ser Herskivi"

"Ha ha."

Sir Hans-Mill-Herskivi. A young man who is still young and has a vibrant atmosphere.

He has a shallow to shallow edge with casserole.

Whatever. His wife is the fruit daughter of Casserole. Hans is Casserole's stepson. He is called to this occasion because the Herskivi family is a relative of the Mortairn family. Because I took care of it while turning away to reward the Mortairn family for its overly large handle.

Most likely, we won't be informed of that.

"I want to entrust this land to my lord. Let the title be the Associate Baron. It's a realm change seal, but who wants to recommend the realm so far?

"It's an attached land, so I'd like you to take it over with me if you can..."

Hans glanced at the casserole.

I don't know that Pace is causing a commotion that people can't tell me here and there, so I only know rumors that I've heard (one after another) about people, that they're active, and that they're brilliant.

So I saw casserole in the sense that it would be nice for Pais to take over.

The Mortairns have Jose, so I was wondering if it was possible.

But I have absolutely no interest in casserole, so my gaze has been diverted. I felt a little sorry for Hans.

If Pais can't do it, he hopes that if he can, he'll be a good person to talk to.

Now I wonder if my father-in-law and I have lined up again.

"Hmm, I see Sir's hope. Let's take it into account."

"Thank you"

This relocation of personnel is generally favourably received.

Because everyone will rise to the throne, and only commensurate with it will they be given a richer land, a wider land than ever before.

In exchange, they will be feathers facing the enemy nation, but all of us are bloody people. The people of the Kingdom of Siri are highly motivated to do nothing, so it is not a problem.

One of them was this again something the casserole could not ignore.

"Sir Liptauer"

"Ha"

"Sir would also like to give a new land on the Duke, how about that?"

"Thank you. There are no differences."

Riptauer Knights is a neighbor of Mortauer's.

There is also aid from the Royal Family in the name of the Scheme Reserve, and I am delighted to be able to chara the debt I have been overlapping.

Sometimes referred to as an unfortunate continuation of recent years, the realm change of arrowhead, which was difficult to navigate in the management of the territory. Happily, naturally.

But when that happens, the question arises as to what happens to the empty Liptauer Knight's Land.

If given to a hostile human being, he could be harassed somehow.

As it stands, the streets connected to the Mortairn family can be combined with two newly laid national highways. Because they both pass through the Knights of Liptauer, territorial management may depend on whether this is friendly or hostile.

But for some reason, the Marquis also finished his insinuation without talking about his successor.

If you don't like it, Casserole will put up with it.

"Hmm, you talked about it. The rest was satisfied to hear Sir and others' hopes. I'd like to do whatever I can, but I'll do it later. It shall be communicated as soon as the funeral of Uncle Huberlek is over. That's it."

"" Your will. ""

To Carison's wrap-up as king, this is the end of the consultation and everyone leaves the room.

Casserole sent me to get there, but I don't have to rush home. Some of them will continue to go to the house of the aristocratic city and will only use it to inform the territory of the situation. Because nobles are allowed to own houses in the king's capital for times like this.

"Oh, stay with the casserole. I need to talk to you."

Carison stopped the casserole that was about to leave the room, just like everyone else.

There were some who stopped for interest, but the Marquis hurried them out of the room.

"Your Majesty, may I help you?"

"Mm-hmm. Nothing else. For rewarding you."

"I hear you can reward me with money treasures?

"As far as this war effort is concerned, yes. But you did promise before. If you make wine and sugar and show it to me, I'll make you look like a monk. I made him look into it, and he's doing great inside, isn't he?"

"Sure, I'm making it. However, there is still enough to give to His Majesty..."

The royal family has the best intelligence organization in the country.

He also had many wizards, and instead of protecting wizards unfit for battle from violence, he also urged them to use their abilities to serve the royal family. Some of them are good for intelligence.

So as long as what the casseroles were hiding and the situation is visible in the village, it can also be investigated.

"Good, it's only in front of the building. Honestly, I'm busy with what your son did to me. In order to adjust here and there, it has become a common response for you to reward me with money. If it is, no one can complain if you take some of the Luttrut territory. As a king, I think we should have a replacement."

"It's an honor."

"But your place stands out. From now on, even Fuberlek's funeral will come depressing. Until that's over, all you have to say now is stop talking about what's here, okay? Oh, I don't mind telling my son. That's a credit to you, too."

"Ha."

For the king's consideration, the knight was grateful.

The Mortairn family, from the Huberlek family, corresponds to relatives. If you do, you'll be sitting there in the upper seat (temple) at the Fuberlek family funeral, and there are many places where you have to show your face.

If you are now a duke, there are many people who come to such seats, and you cannot pray for the blessings of the deceased in peace. Let's avoid that.

Carison stands up and receives a roll of parchment from the Marquis of Siebert.

Casserole perceived what he would do and knelt.

The words of the king are spoken.

"Remaining, Sir Casserole-Mil-Morthern shall be entrusted to the Baron to consolidate and give Mortern territory as well as Liptauer territory as new Mortern territory. Discuss this if anyone is avenging the kingdom of God, and order him to prepare himself outside for the threat of the kingdom of Voltuzara, and inside to be a help to the reign of the royal family. The thirteenth king of the kingdom of God, Carison-Pektarev-Hazbnois-Mill-Laud-Plowlich (a little)"

"My life, I accept it."

"I hope so."

Associate Baron Mortairn family again, Baron Mortairn family.

With a hustle and bustle that would soon happen, Casserole was condemned to death.