Sweet Reincarnation

The sun rose high, and even past the top of the sky, a sweaty afternoon.

In the Mortairn family, a tea party was held between the Lordship Lady and her "two daughters”.

The tea leaves used come from the old Herskivi. Excellent elegance obtained from the sudden disposal of stock as a result of the realm change of the Herskivi family. It is a unique, aromatic tea of southern tea leaves.

Enjoying the fluffy scent, there are three women in conversation.

If three women came, they would say that they had raped, but the conversation was off just like that.

"Pais will do it, too. So, what did Rico reply?

"Uh..."

"You're blunt, Jose. You said yes, so you're here?

"That too? But that's good. Rico is finally a wife."

Participants found themselves at the head of the Mortairn family of women.

Josephine, the real daughter, headed by Lordship Lady Anise.

And Licoris-Mil-Morthern, who became my stepdaughter.

Yes, Liquorice vowed yesterday an unchanging love in front of God and the Spirit, and became the daughter-in-law of the Mortairn family, both in fame.

"But it's a shame you can't have a big reception."

"I have no choice. Before the bereavement of the former Uncle Huberlek dawns, nothing can be flashy."

"That being said, it's a corner marriage. I've been looking forward to seeing something delicious at Pace's reception."

"You can't help but look forward to Jose. If you're sorry, we'll take care of it. Hey, Rico."

"Um, I'll be fine"

"Oh, well, Rico should have Pais."

To my sister-in-law's tease, Rico blushes.

I'm just not used to the Mortairn family's sense of distance yet, but it's going to be a trick for a while.

The wedding of Pais and Liquorice took place discreetly within the body alone.

Because of the flashly noticeable intention of Casserole, who hates flashy, and the circumstances of the Fuberleks, whose father had just died and was in mourning.

Despite the circumstances, it was easy for the young couple who were creating a world for two.

"By the way, where did that husband go?"

"Casserole said it was an off-the-counter break at work. It's tough because she's early in her wedding and she's on business."

"Phew, it's not uncommon for Pais to not be home. You know, every time you go out somewhere, you're gonna mess with something, right? I wonder where he went this time. My mother doesn't know?

"I only heard you were going east."

"Is it not dangerous?

Pais has the courage to be the son of Casserole. Even the path of the sword, which had lasted four years since the age of five, had gained strength accordingly. [Transcription] has a non-standard ability to magic, as well as an absolutely advantageous hidden bill. One thousand (one man armies) no less than casserole.

That's why he sometimes takes the lead in jumping into dangerous places, harassing the women who are left to protect the house all the time, but this time he said he still went to the eastern part of the country with black smoke.

Liquorice and others, the most neglected of the three, worry about Pais, who seems to be going into a danger zone, in a new memory of the war as well.

"Aren't you okay? You'll be a lot calmer already. The East shouldn't be particularly problematic now."

Jose's guess is half hit.

We have also begun to clean up after the war ahead, and we are half right in that we have already restored peace.

However, the assumption that there are no problems is off.

No, correctly, it should be said that the speculation will be off at the point where Pace goes out.

Whatever it is, the reason he left for the East was to go "cause problems” itself.

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"Oh, welcome, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Your visit to the Young General and the distinguished King will be a compliment to our last generation."

A certain mansion in the eastern part of the Kingdom of God.

It is the heavy town of the Eastern Valve that opens its hands to show a welcoming attitude. Viscount Goose owner Braddon-Mill-Goose.

Skinny at thirty-three. The hair is loose and habitual, but has a clean look. The brown eyes of a double eyelid give the impression that you've slept, but don't just be alarmed by the cunning cutter and reputation against your appearance.

I have five wives in the side room with my real wife and six children. A flashy man with nine children, including a dead end. It is rumored that there are even more unofficial children.

A diplomat who is a territorial nobleman belonging to the Eastern Valve but also to the Foreign Affairs Valve.

There is a territory just halfway between the Fuberlek Frontier Bo Dynasty and the Wang Capital, and as some noisy physical and spiritual intermediary between the Fuberlek Frontier Bo Dynasty and the Royal Family, it has also increased its presence in the Eastern Valley.

Due to his role and geopolitical standing, he has assumed the role of coordinator for the eastern families.

In response to such a man's welcome, Pace greets him with a smile as he puts his escort behind him.

"Long time no see"

"Ha. Not for a long time. Didn't I say hello to you during this victory celebration?"

"Young man, it must seem like even just a few days have gone by. I can't help but miss the day I don't see your face."

"Oh, no, that's an honor. I'm glad you said that, but if you're happy badly, you're going to be jealous of your adorable fiancée."

Braddon laughed. However, only the outer surface (softly).

Even with the exchange of social dictionaries, there's no diplomat-like loophole around sneaking in exploration.

There is no way that yesterday's story could have been conveyed to the east, just in such a hurry from Mortarn territory on the southern border. Therefore, as much as I would wear a jab on my fiancée, it is within my expectations from Pace.

With a smile on his face, Pais also leans on the Viscount's exploration.

"I asked you today about your fiancée."

"Hmm?"

There are complicated circumstances in the Eastern Valve.

As soon as there was no longer a visible enemy, a foreign threat, the dissatisfaction that was inside erupted here and there.

Territorial nobility, for example. Old and new creases erupted in a visible way.

The old men who used soldiers to defend their land are unhappy that they are cursed like cowards after being grabbed by the southern valves for something delicious. It is their opinion that they were never lazy or abandoned their sense of crisis. We're angry that we can't be rewarded, even though we're the ones who've been struggling scatterly.

War with the Kingdom of Siri earlier. As a realist who saw reality, he wondered how effective it would be for enemies such as even the Huberleks to lose where they had stood with widows. It was the right thing to do to buy time and endure until the central elite came to the reinforcements.

After things are done, people can say anything. In that position then, who thinks, such as being able to fight back rather than repel?

That is the claim of the old mainstream aristocracy of the Eastern Territory.

In contrast, the newly-acquired aristocrats are the fringes of the southern valves, many of which include the Mortaire family. Or those who once belonged to the southern valves.

The activity of the southern valves allowed us to repel the Royal Siri Army, so we take it for granted that it will pay off, and that the former Eastern Valve mainstream has done nothing but lock up like a tortoise.

There was even an extreme opinion that it was natural to have a reward for actual accomplishments, and that the faces that came without results while saying that they had struggled were incompetent.

I'm also dissatisfied with why the people who did nothing made me look great in the face of my predecessors and even told me to give them my rights.

Old and new conflicts deepen when the Mortairn family, the southern valves headed by merit, intervene.

Alternatively, the conflict between the foreign and military valves also surfaced.

Although the kingdom of Siri, originally militarily hostile, was not diplomatically severed.

Instead, because of military tension, an irreversible response was being explored by the discussion, as well as coexistence relations that are enemies but thus arise.

It was the job of the foreign service valves to make friends.

For example, bandits and demons that occur near the border. Smuggling across borders. Human trafficking.

Although there are some military tensions, cross-border problems cannot be left to one side or the other. There is a history of diplomats tenaciously adjusting and problem-solving to the extent that both the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Siri can compromise.

At a time when borders have been heavily rewritten and new territorial aristocracy has also increased. Foreign affairs aristocrats need to re-establish relations and build new ones as soon as possible.

From such a foreign power, it was a ferocious report that military tensions were resolved in unison and unilaterally.

connections, trust and borrowing that we have developed over the years. Sometimes an information network built on enemy land with your life at stake. All his wealth as a foreign nobleman, so to speak, disappeared overnight.

From a peaceful person with an emphasis on external relations, it seemed like a situation where no matter how many opponents attacked us, we acted arbitrarily without even talking to ourselves and on top of that we were only pressed to wipe our asses after military action.

A soldier who has risked his life to war and a diplomat who has risked his life to continue a dialogue.

Many of the emerging territory aristocrats in the east are military families, so diplomats exploring discussions are too warm to talk about. Having faced the Kingdom of Siri for many years, the outside house scorns single cells and new nobles who deviate from blood without even knowing their struggles.

If you turn it into a military house and the famous Mortairn family puts it out, this will be like oiling a spark of commotion again.

What have we done, if we are to intervene any more by the Mortairn family, the human beings responsible for one wing of stability and coordination in the east will be in trouble. The head of it would be Viscount Goose.

That's why he moved to crush the engagement between the Fuberleks and the Mortairns. Viscount Goose was also at its centre.

In that, the subject of the adjustment himself came all the way out, and he said that what he wanted to say was about his fiancée. Let's be vigilant.

"Your Highness the Viscount has heard that he is second only to the Fuberleks in the east"

"Hmm, fortunately, I am proud to say that you trust me more than your majesty. It doesn't extend to the Hubarek family, but I think it would be the right kind of personality. I wonder what that did to you?

It is also awkward to be too humble among the nobles, and as Viscounts a socially resigned response.

"I'll talk to you in anticipation of that, my lord. I'd like to keep this to myself."

"Foreign affairs is still your role. Though I suppose you should trust me for the firmness of your mouth?

"Then I'll tell you something… Actually, our engagement with the Huberleks is about to be dissolved"

"Ho!

The Viscount was heartily pleased.

There are still many places unknown about the strength of the young Huberlek family owners, and they are moving in various ways, but the results were not clear. I tried putting pressure on it, but it seemed to work but didn't get much results.

That's what was happening back there. Everyone would be happy if the results they struggled with were fruitful.

Earlier Uncle Huberlek was handy, but now I also think Uncle Huberlek is apparently weak in pushing.

Besides, the sides are sweet. Even if you can thoroughly manage the information in your own home, it doesn't make sense if you leak it from another house. The Viscount holds a mockery in his heart.

"Even for me, Liquorice... excuse me, lady of the House of Huberlek"

"If you're talking about language, you can do as you normally do, okay? It's easier to say what you're used to."

"Thank you. The dissolution of that engagement with Liquorice is very disingenuous."

"You will, you will understand. We've been dating for quite some time."

Pais looks very sad.

Such as the heartbreak itself that broke up with my lover.

It's hard to tell what you're up to in this way. Compared to Uncle Shinbe, the Viscount thought that this lad was still better, etc.

"Apparently, there was some sort of discussion between my father and Uncle Huberlek, but you said there was also talk about breaking the engagement at that time. I asked my men about this, so I'm sure."

"Hmm. No, that's valuable information again."

"On top of that, the other day. My father made it clear that Liquorice would no longer be my fiancée. It's important to me in life."

"I see, hmm. I will no longer be your fiancée. Sure would be a big problem for a party."

The Viscount, as a diplomat, has deceived many of them.

Human observation has the strength to do so. The observing eye tells us that what Pais says is true. Eye movements, postures, tones and tricks, etc. All this can't be done to zero at all, unless you get special training as well.

From the experience I've developed, there's no way Pais is lying. Definitely.

Then the Viscount thought it was also true that the engagement had been broken.

"Even if I'm no longer your fiancée, it doesn't change the way I feel about taking care of Liquorice. So I ask the Viscount,"

"What is it?"

"I want you to remember my previous memories with me, and I want to make a gift to Licorice. I'd give you a gem if I could, young man as you can see for how many minutes. I have nothing to precede. I was wondering if you could help me, so I asked you."

"I see. I want to give a gift to my divorced fiancée. I don't have any money, so I'm counting on a small job."

"How about that?"

"Does that mean it's a loan?

"I borrowed it and I have no intention of returning it. If you can, if you can get assistance that doesn't require repayment."

The Viscount tried to deduce the boy's intentions in front of him.

Speaking of the Kirinko of the Mortairn family, he has a reputation for being so great that the devil escaped barefoot even in earlier eastern battles. Such a person has told me a good story about a bug telling me to give me money for free.

If you are a child elsewhere, it is likely that you will gather small pennies, but it is clear that the child in front of you is not.

One advantage of the Viscount would be that he could make a large loan to the next Mortairn owner, but the advantage is too small where he made it.

So Braddon shook his head to the side.

"... you know how difficult it is to just give money to someone who is not related?

"Regardless, I understand. But not necessarily unrelated over the future."

"Ho?

I turned to the water and the Viscount raised his eyebrows at the unexpected reaction.

"With the intention of the Hubarek family, I will soon be without a fiancée. No, that would already be the case in the other consciousness. This is definitely from my father's story, too. If we can help you with the free money this time, we will take due account of the will of His Highness the Viscount“ after the engagement is officially broken ".

"... nah, ru. I see. Um, that's an interesting suggestion."

unexpected suggestion for the Viscount. And that sounds pretty savory.

The Mortairns can now exercise considerable influence over the eastern houses. That is when and in some cases will exert influence over the Royal Family and the Fuberlek family.

traces of that Mortairn family. A person targeting the status of Pace's fiancée is not enough for a finger fold on both hands. The Viscount knows that the great nobles, who are not pushed, are after each other. There is no doubt because of the work of the great nobility and the separation between Miss Liquorice and Pais.

Good news if you can have priority over an empty seat called Pastry's fiancée. Negotiations to extract favourable conditions from various houses with that in the ingredients would also be easy. Whatever, the man who got one of the border lords and showed it to him at no great expense. If you can push your fiancée in, a thousand or two pieces of gold are just worth sparing.

In other words, the boy in front of him wants to sell his future fiancée's reserved seat for beautiful memories of breaking up with her lover.

Negotiations about how much value to add to the booking ticket.

If you spare a little money here, perhaps this boy will go to another house for sale. The Viscount perceives that nothing needs to be his place.

The shape that I have smelled in the dark that I would be able to resell tickets most effectively from my position as an eastern coordinator.

"Hmm...... interesting. Really funny."

The Viscount conjures up his thoughts.

It's good to have a word of mouth here now, but I'd like to leave an official document anyway. Parents are no match for rebellion because it's a child's promise.

"Good, the favor of Lord Mortairn's son, none other than him. It is painful as a home, but let us assist you on that condition. No matter, no repayment required."

"Oh, thank you"

"However, I don't feel comfortable just verbally with this one. Would you mind accepting it?

"I don't mind. I thought you'd say that, and here's something I've been writing autographs about. Please check."

That's right, the Viscount thought it was ready.

The parchment that was offered was already covered by Pais. Later it is only better if the Viscount's signature is given.

Sara and a stroke, the man signed in a good mood.

Pais enters into his nostalgia a mountain of gold coins that are also readily available, after the Viscount's mansion.

Pais, who was in the mansion, stretched his back long with his hands up. No matter what you say about him, serious negotiations are a tight one. I have an earlier gold coin in my pocket, so it weighs heavily on my shoulders.

Nicolo, silent as a figurine as an escort, opens his mouth with a sigh of sigh to Pais, who held a great deal of money.

"Young lady, how many cases was this?

"This is the fifth case. You were right to last at the Viscount's. It is a sign that contact will likely fly to all parts of the relationship soon. If you get in touch with me, you won't be able to use the same hands."

"... it's already too late. Isn't this a scam?

"Fraud? Where is it?

"Didn't the young lady just get married yesterday? When deciding on a fiancée, it was a good story, but if you said the same thing in five cases, it would be a scam. Isn't that even a scam?

"No. What I promised you was" after the engagement was broken. ”I'm already married, so I can't be disengaged for the rest of my life. I mean, nothing wrong with that."

"I thought every house was disengaged, didn't I?

"I can't be held responsible until the other side mistakes me on its own. It's also true that" I'm not going to be your fiancée, "and I'm pretty sure“ the engagement will be dissolved. "“ My father asked me about the divorce. ”I'm not lying either. It's better to misunderstand because you're telling the whole truth the way it is."

"So... isn't it like you misled an empty jewelry box into selling it?"

"You say good things. Nicolo can be a good negotiator."

"I don't want to be. I can't do it."

Nicolo held his head.

It's usual for Pais to have problems, but only this time, it's like he went around selling fights to the old Eastern Valve mainstream.

Complaints and protests always fly after you realize you've been fooled.

Yes, Nicolo pointed it out.

"If the protest comes, instead of picking up the official documents earlier, you'll be able to fold it about as long as you return the money you got. By then, the Hubarek family should be in a rush, so you can pay them back as they are. If you relax for six months, that's it. Save the East with Eastern gold. If you have any further trouble, ask Uncle Huberlek to take care of it at the end."

My brother-in-law has no mercy for me.

"It involved us in the circumstances of the Hubarek family. I won't let you complain if you get into our situation"

"Why did you wind up gold from the people of the East? Young ladies would normally have been able to do the same."

"The eastern faces tried to tear me and Liquorice apart. I will do the same thing again if I don't get some painful eyes on the people involved. More problematic than that..."

"What's the problem?

"I've got my hands on it with no punishment at all, looking at my painful eyes for once. Only this house, unlike anywhere else, seems tough, doesn't it?

parchment with Pace making a list of targets.

One family name that was written at the end of it.

Prior to pointing to the finger, it was written in one prominent letter as the Count Ratesh family.