Sweet Reincarnation

Alcom, the territorial capital of Hubarek territory, had a half-flag flying to mourn.

The funeral of the late Donasher-Mil-Huberlek was run at the national funeral, but many condolences spare a sudden farewell to the deceased while he was rested in the temple of Wang Du, and it was not until the other day that the body was delivered to the territory.

Even here it was treated with the highest courtesy as a national burial, so much so that the head of the Episcopal Church visited it to celebrate the cemetery.

The lord who ruled the borderland of Hubarek for a long time was a good leader, a good husband, and a good father.

"Rico. Have you settled down yet?

"Gu, no. But just a little more."

In front of the tomb of the territorial capital, where generations of Fuberlek relatives sleep, there was a group in mourning.

This is the reason why the family of the Hubarek family, relatives, gathered for a farewell. All the official farewell rituals are over, and this will be the last thing you will see, the drop off of the former Uncle Huberlek.

I can also see Lucas, who partitioned the funeral as his successor, and Petra, who is to be married to the Duke's house.

And there was also the figure of Liquorice, who tears from earlier and is comforted by her fiancée.

"You were a good father."

"It was sweet. She was delighted to eat the treats I made. He laughed at me that it was delicious... Uh-huh."

"I'll stay by your side until you calm down. It's okay."

A sudden breakup for my daughter, too. I didn't believe it at first, it was unrealistic, and I felt like I was going to peek into my face as soon as I got home. Still gradually realizing and remembering in front of the grave are memories with the father.

Every time I remember, tears flood me with grief that springs up all the time, and my fiancée hugs me all the time.

Many tears as well. Sad to say goodbye to each one just to bring together all those who were close to him.

"Sir Mortairn, I'd like to talk to you after this for a moment. Can you come to the mansion?

"Lord Lucas. I don't mind that, but aren't you busy with a lot of things right now?

"No, I'm fine. Besides, I feel like I want to be doing something right now. If you keep busy, you can talk about my father... no, it's nothing."

"I'm guessing. I'm also sorry to return your father. We were powerless. I wish I'd known a little sooner."

"I wouldn't have been here either if Lord Mortairn hadn't helped me. I can't thank you enough to mourn. I'm the one who just regrets that I was underpowered. Though we should have taken the initiative and played our part. If I had more power, maybe my father wouldn't have had to die."

"You did everything in your power to the end. The late Uncle Neighborhood would be proud of his son."

"Thank you. I feel like I'm going to be scolded for being rude towards a hero when I'm standing in front of my father and talking to Sir Mortairn or something. We have a carriage for you, come with us."

"Then come with my son... no, I'll come alone"

Liquorice still in grief. And Pais comforting it by the side. These two should do it gently now. The world of politics, where people get busy when they die, thought their work and casserole.

As a father, I thought sometimes I had to do something parental, casserole, but maybe I was sentimental about the seniors in my life traveling first.

Leaving his son and his fiancée on the spot, Casserole heads to the mansion with her new borderline uncle.

The remaining relatives in the graveyard would also head to the mansion if they had finished their farewell to each of them, but they have some reason to go home first.

"Please hang up first"

Early on back to the mansion, Associate Baron Mortairn was put through to the reception room. No, should I call him Baron?

Casserole perceives seeing Lucas sitting across the street with some serious face, apparently a difficult story.

"I'll make you some tea now."

"No, don't worry"

Casserole refused to be careless, but it would also be against aristocratic courtesy not to serve a cup of tea while inviting guests. There was a cup of tea for the maid with her.

Tea leaves come from Fuberlek. The point is homemade. It's slightly tannic compared to the southern ones, which leaves a feeling of acne, but this has an exciting flavour. Lucas doesn't know casserole preferences yet, so it can be said that he made a difficult choice here.

Having a cup of tea and taking a breath, Casserole roughly cut out the conversation.

"So, what's the story?

It was a conversation that was suddenly cut out, but Lucas also talks calmly again.

It's about your son and my sister.

"Ho."

Casserole has only one son. A rare generation of bad boys. Just Pastry, a general trading company for every trouble. Instead, he's not twins like Liquorice, he even thinks it helped him alone. It's horrible just to think that if there were two or three of them.

But when it comes to Lucas' sister, there are even four direct descendants of previous generations alone. Liquorice at the bottom, but she's four women. I still have three other sisters.

"Which sister are you talking about?

Casserole approximated the subject of the conversation but dared to ask. Because if we don't, we won't be able to talk about it.

"I'm talking about Liquorice. I kept that at your house, didn't I bother you?

"Annoying, etc., and outrageous. Our daughter's education is also greatly appreciated when she is very elegant and stays in our house. Even when our daughter is around the age, there is a very good chance of happiness elsewhere. I don't clean up, I don't like dowry training, I just try to put it on something. I have always wanted Miss Liquorice to be apprenticed."

"Ha, that's it. Was the last lady still at home? Rumor has it that the lady in your house is a talented combination of good instrumentation. You think it's a lot of deductions?"

"It's often said. Well, it looks like my wife, so she won't have to die, but she's still a child. My daughter-in-law often wants me these days, but I refuse to say it's too early. My oldest daughters have already given it to my wife, but I've been thinking lately that I don't mind staying home for as long as my last daughter."

It was your love that made Lucas' cheeks crunchy. Casserole is a generation of heroes. Military merit is unparalleled extravaganza and one of the finest feats under the auspices of the contemporary king. Home affairs also has outstanding achievements and is renowned as a prestigious general with intellectual courage.

The only drawback and laughter is that the parent idiot is past. Stupid parents about past degrees. Also a parent idiot.

If you're used to it, you don't imitate casserole to shake the subject of children, but Lucas is still unfamiliar with it.

"Oh, really? So that's Liquorice, but there was something about my father, so I'm going to put him back at his parents' house for a while. It's painful to annoy the busy Lord Mortairn for minutes."

"Really? My wife and daughter seemed to get along, so I miss you a little. My son seems to like your daughter, and as far as we're concerned, it's not annoying."

"I appreciate you saying that, but I can't keep sweetening you generously"

Liquorice had stayed in Mortaire territory out of the political thoughts of her foreboding uncle.

The first is to deepen the connection with the Mortairn family, the second is to ensure the safety of the person, and the third is to hustle them down.

It is Lucas's idea that the acts that can also be taken as hostages should be reviewed once the person who was in charge of them has died.

Liquorice is a cat bell attached to the Mortairn family. It is a compass that attracts the Mortairn family in times of need, but Lucas is not ashamed to fall in love with this compass when it can be successfully manipulated. He himself was most aware of the lack of experience.

The only thing I couldn't handle was not to spread my hand, so I was forced to shrink what my predecessors had expanded to match my identity (Shinda) and strength.

Besides, there are other thoughts.

"But that's a sudden story. Maybe after the house settles down a little bit."

"... embarrassing story, it was my lack of strength"

"And, okay?

"I'd like you to just talk about it here."

In confidence, Lucas suddenly explained the circumstances that led to his decision to take over Liquorice.

"Our role in the first place is to prepare for external enemies, including the Kingdom of Siri. That's why His Majesty has been gracious."

"That's the same thing as home. Thank you for your time."

Heavy towns, east, west and north, called the Fourth Uncle, each had an enemy country that rivaled the other.

Every country has been attacking the kingdom of God more than once, with skirmishes happening all the time, especially in the east.

They have privileges, starting with military and customs powers, to prepare for this, and they have been given various privileges. The Hubarek family is one of them.

"But something came up in the battle ahead that called into question the need for our role"

"Is it in your house?

"No, from among the territorial nobles of the Eastern faction."

In the previous battle, the presence of children from the Irregular Factor reduced the threat to the Kingdom of Siri. Specifically, almost all of Lutroot's peripheral uncle threats were eliminated.

Isn't the role of the borderline ambassador in preparing for the foreign enemy no longer meaningful, at least in the east? That's what I'm getting at.

Claiming this hand opinion are the people who were deciding to opportunism about our cuteness in the battle ahead. We are trying to divert ourselves from the spearhead of criticism for fear of being criticized. Hands that make excuses that we have nothing worse to do before they accuse us of being useless long objects. Used methods, but also useful.

What we also have in common with them is that their territory is near the newly increased Kingdom of God territory. Some plot to devour new rights from the same eastern location. It's certainly more advantageous than a distant human being.

From their point of view, the Fuberlek border uncle, who divides the eastern part together, is blind to the delicious dishes. Takobu over the eyes.

Political manipulation to reduce the influence of the Borderline Uncle family and eat only new bait for that matter.

It is true when it comes to the tenacious people, but it is a small cunning thing.

"From them, I do not want Sir Mortairn to be as involved in the East as he can be, having an extremely great feat in the battle ahead and a strong influence in the face of the new territories. The biggest reason to get involved. The pressure to return my sister to her home is growing every day."

"I see. It's a difficult story."

When the east was in danger, it was necessary to have a reason for the Mortairns to be able to intervene strongly in the east.

But I don't want you to do an extra imitation if you're safe now.

Even for selfish reasons, there is no choice because it is always different from the political situation. Because it is only in response to changing circumstances that we can sail the rough waves of aristocratic politics.

"And the..."

Two, we broke up our conversation.

The young man seemed to have difficulty saying something, but he would look like he had made up his mind while sipping about two cups of tea.

"I find it dishonest to hide things from Sir Mortairn in this matter, and I will reveal it with the belief that you can only talk about it here, but in fact some houses promised assistance by taking Liquorice to her parents"

"Hmm?"

Exposure to back-trade. Only thing is, the smell of the conspiracy pumps.

"Where it was the Lord, Ruler Border Uncle, Viscount Athloum, Baron Lunsbadge and others have offered financial assistance in the name of his sister's costume bill in conjunction with Liquorice's return. In addition, apart from that, I have also interviewed Uncle Ratesh and others once to return them to their parents' homes. He said it would be better to heal the heartache of my father's death once and for all in the family."

"I see. That's a lot of face."

It's not clear until what you're thinking behind it, but their pre-construction is only an offer of goodwill.

Uncle Ratesh's opinion that I want to cure a girl who would be heartbroken after losing her father to her family once, so I will assist her if I need anything for that. If this is all you have, it's like a loving Virgin's opinion.

Alternatively, since money would be used instead of on top of the war, but we can't just aid it, why not look in the name of the aid of the costs involved in the return of my sister? This is also likely to be said by a favored grandfather who spares the edge of his father.

If you look only at the denomination where it came from, it looks like the elders are just trying to help the young people who will have a hard time losing their father.

But I don't even think they, the cunning, strong ones, think only of the content as denominated.

"... I think their thoughts probably have one purpose, but I wanted to ask Lord Mortairn's opinion on this"

"Purpose. Is that... could it be?

Political manipulation to return Liquorice to her parents' home.

There is one thing that this means.

"Yes, of our house and the Mortairn family, it would be a breach of engagement."