Sweet Reincarnation

Mortairn family squire Nicolo-Nono grumbled at his colleague Joan, who was beside him, Joanove-Tron.

"I respect the young lady, don't I? He's smarter than I am, he's keen to improve the treatment of his men, he can take the lead and pull us off even in times of danger, and he can count on us at all times."

"Ha."

My face is not the kind of face I praise. Joan, who is listening, also gets cluttered in his hands, because there have already been many times the stupidity of this hand. As usual, I learned to listen.

"But I don't think this is much."

"Hey."

In front of Nicolo, a large number of people, people, people.

Audiences gathered in Thursden in the main village of Mortairn territory. From nasty people up there to civilians down there. On a daily basis, Zarsden, such as a poor country town, showed so much buzz that he wondered where the bazaar was.

Starting with the Decoco store, there are even stall openings by the pedestrians, with smells that look delicious here and there and voices of energetic calling in.

The most popular is the sheep's round stall. Sear the chunks of meat with charcoal while adding a sweet and spicy sauce blended with herbs, fruit juice, etc., then rinse off from where it was cooked and eat. Just the fragrance that you can stand in. Who comes out as a dish, but where the stall stands out as a direct Mortairn stall is your favorite.

A large crowd of people, young and old.

A sight exactly like the aggregation of Mortairn territorial favours of recent years.

Why does Nicolo mourn it?

What happened was that Pais sold a fight against Uncle Ratesh.

His boy, who was disgusted by Uncle Ratesh's blatant attempt to push his daughter against Pais, told him to settle in a duel when he asked him not to bring in any future stories of that hand.

If the Mortairns lose, the right to negotiate first and the confirmation of side-room acceptance, among other things. The right to generous compensation for any future unfair enterprise if won. Also known as Mekuri Confirmation.

When I saw a win over marital diplomacy, which I originally thought had very few wins, the problem was made more difficult because Uncle Ratesh snorted at this too.

The Mortairn family with fast decisions. There was also a top down in the upper management, and it was decided to hold a duel competition during that time.

It's bad luck that there were lessons and know-how when we held a very similar duel competition before.

It was Nicolo who was promoted to head of competition management.

"He's a ghost. No, it's the devil. Demon King!! You're gonna get me soaked in work and kill me!!

Without the help of Joan, who was newly assigned, there must have been a serious risk of overwork death.

I have responded to the amount of work and the amount of trouble until I hired about twenty villagers on an ad hoc basis, but the job of Nicolo, the person in charge, was not reduced.

And now comes the horror of adding jobs. Carried at the hands of a silver-haired demon.

"Nicolo, are you ready to pick you up?

"What is it? Young lady."

"Your Majesty will be here soon."

"Eh? Was that a serious story? I thought you were kidding."

This confectionery showdown.

When it came to a fair trial, for some reason, His Majesty the King heard rumors and raised his name to the trial. He said, "Why don't you call me for something so funny?" Thanks to this, Casserole fell asleep for half a day.

The King should be double the number of people who are busy with their work, but aside from that, the Mortairn family only grows in importance with the generosity of rushing. In addition, it turns out that even the Ratesh family cites the total power of your home.

In an instant, it became a rumor all over the king's capital, and it propagated all over the place, bringing people together to this day.

Home affairs letters and the like are so much about the national highway under construction that they ate a thrust of why they didn't make it sooner.

"Isn't it true that I use Your Majesty for joke dashi? His Majesty will be here soon, as his father is now going to the King's capital."

"Ngaaaa!!

"Oh, Mr. Nicolo is down!!

"Ugh... young lady, I can't do this anymore. It's overwork. I don't know what to do with His Majesty's response."

"You have no choice."

On the boulder, it seems impossible for Nicolo, a young man still not very different from the newcomer, to divide a great deal of the King's reign.

As far as falling due to overwork and hard work, neither can Pace of boulders speak unscrupulous.

"Nicolo let him sleep in the mansion. I've been busy here for a while, so it must have been tough."

"Yes."

"Alright!! Then I'll come rest!!

"... you look surprisingly well"

Aside from the good principles that gained momentum as soon as I found out I could rest, the fact that Nicolo would no longer be there is a fact.

"Well, then, Joan, I begged you."

"Yes?"

I can't say I'm impotent. Should be. If normal.

"Nicolo has fallen, so I ask you to take over. I know things are coming up all over the place, but I asked them to take care of it and settle it."

"Huh? What? Huh? Mm, it's impotent!! I'm still a newbie!! I've never done such a big job!!

"Everything, for the first time, is something. It's okay, Joan can do it. I can't take care of His Majesty right now, so I'll take care of all the other chores."

Pace's refreshing smile and gently placed hands on his shoulders.

"Mr. Niccolò... I, for the first time today, see how correct Mr. Niccolò is"

Joan finally fulfilled the "fellowship” of the Mortairn family squire.

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The event, branded the Duel Games, was also to be opened on Mortaire territory, with the push of Pais multiplied by confusion during the negotiations. Because there were times when the Ratesh family was confused about what they would do.

The venue is the square of the main village (Zarsden).

The Mortairn family and the Leitesch family also worked together to create the stage, which is a big deal with a lot of space in a section as high as the concert stage. Looks good on stage even from afar.

Seats for the audience include aristocratic seats, general seats and stand-up seats, and the entertainment income from ticket sales is half folded for both houses.

On stage, there is also a prominent king in the special seats for guests, and behind him stands a fully armed escort of about five. He is an elite Kingsguard, and this time he also serves as a poison watcher. In order to carry out his duties in the midst of the festivities, he is wary with a rugged face of whether anything suspicious is outside of Pais.

Beside it were casseroles with heads wondering how this had happened, as well as Uncle Ratesh and Serjan smiling in anticipation of the win.

Around the stage.

Many people have never seen the King before, and everyone is intrigued and attentive to the stage.

There comes Tokotoko and the boy.

"Now we will begin the culinary confrontation, sponsored by the House of Ratesh as well as the House of Mortairn!!

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa. "

To the signal of initiation, the gathered audience sends a grand cheer.

"The MC procession will be served by me, the Mortairn family pastry. It is a great pleasure for His Majesty the King, our beloved, to be judged in awe."

One eye looks behind the prepared stage.

Is Nori good, or King Callison also raises his hand and waves his affection to those who have gathered.

"I will explain the rules. Set a time limit of half a bell from the start and ask His Majesty to make a dessert to devote within that time. Each of the materials and tools used will be used individually prepared by both households, but with no restrictions. You can also make as many pieces as you want."

What made dessert so good was the rule that the king was born because he decided to be a referee.

Initially, it was planned to be a one-course battle, but the Ratesh insisted that if we were to dedicate ourselves to His Majesty the King, we should prepare more than one dessert, just like our usual dishes.

Inevitably, the Mortairns accepted, but the Rateshes gained enough advantage to be sure of the win. Whatever it is, it's the Ratesh family that holds the harbor in its territory and cows foreign trade. No matter how hard the Mortairns work, they have different foundational health of financial strength and different difficulty in obtaining materials.

Because all foreign materials were suppressed by the Ratesh family, the Mortairn family could no longer obtain any confectionery raw materials from the Ratesh territory. Besides, it was something that used its abundant financial and political power to put pressure on the Quartet, making it even harder for the Mortairns to get one Bonca. Uncle Ratesh is also serious without any help.

If multiple items were to be arranged on top of it, the Mortairn family, which fights in the limited quantity and quality of materials, would be extremely disadvantaged. It would be about sugar, liquor, flour, eggs, milk and herbs that can feed themselves.

It is also advantageous for the Ratesh family that the tools are free to bring in.

There is no such thing as mass-produced presses in this world, so all very much of the cookware is handmade by artisans. The basis of the material is iron or copper.

It is also said that 100 kilograms of firewood or 20 kilograms of charcoal are needed to make one kilogram of iron. Iron making is not an easy way for emerging houses to start.

Iron, which serves as the material for cookware, dominates technology and equipment, both in the Kingdom of God and in the northern valves. And the north also has a near monopoly on metalworking technology, starting with iron.

Iron becomes a nation, and as the word goes, iron products include weapons, horse equipment, protective equipment, agricultural tools, and a wide variety of applications. The workshop in the north is jammed with work at all times.

It takes power, money, and political power to interrupt cookware making. Even if the Mortairns thought of a groundbreaking dessert, they would need new tools to make it.

However, the Mortairn family does not have enough strength to make cookware as a top priority. The Ratesh family has it. This difference is huge.

Even if the Ratesh family has free discretion when it comes to materials and tools and when it is free to bring them in, the Mortairns can only fight with their hands.

The Mortairn family fights with no replenishment, to the Ratesh family, which is free to replenish or replenish its forces. Whatever it is, it is a terribly unfavourable situation.

Pais, who should be aware of it, continues to announce even more.

"No interference with the other person's cooking. It's pure culinary skill and flavor that determines a female male."

The interfering ban is also an unfavourable condition for the Mortairn family.

There are three wizards in the Mortairn family, and one of them is a trickster who doesn't know what to do. Also, the Mortairn family is no worse than the Ratesh family for the breadth and quality of their connections. If it is allowed to interfere, there may be unexpected intervention, a provision put in place from the point of view of preventing it.

Besides, poorly pulling the other's foot than the adjudicator is His Majesty the King is synonymous with the possibility of putting something out of good in His Majesty's mouth. You can't even admit it.

The main thrust is to compete for confectionery technology, which the Mortairns who want sugar as their main industry deserve. It's a duel to prove that having more confectionery skills than the Mortairns makes it a plus to bond with the Ratesh family.

It was natural to compare it to pure arms.

"... strange."

"What?

So far, there has been some confusion, albeit an overwhelming advantage for the Ratesh family. But the Ratesh uncle Briosh on stage whispered to such an extent that he could hear Serjan next door.

"How can that boy be so calm?

Yes, he looks fine when he brings up the duel, even though everywhere he looks in the favor of the Uncle Ratesh family.

Moreover, even though the House of Uncle Ratesh is advantageous in an even more important part.

An important part is the selection of cooks to conduct this duel.

"Now, let me introduce you to the cooks in both houses. The Ratesh family has seven cooks. Represented by Count Ratesh Head of Kitchen, Calling People Flaming Genius Cook Things Farriel!!

"" Ooh!!

The audience's voltage is on the rise.

There is also the stirring of the paice, so much so that the enthusiasm is transmitted to the stage.

Mr. Fariel is a cook who has served the Ratesh family for a long time. Exactly a raw craftsman, who is a civilian but has been drawn from the certainty of his arms by his predecessors as head of the kitchen and has acquired traditional Letesh cooking techniques and recipes.

In recent years I have also worn about new menus such as Bonca Pie and Tart Tatan after trial and error, and even if I look over the Kingdom of God, I can say that I am a cook of fingerprints.

Most of all, the name "Flaming Genius Cook" is the name that has just come to be called.

Forty years ago a hard-looking cook seemed flattered that he was caught up in something extraordinary, but less than full of what he called genius.

Even the choice of cook, the Ratesh family has won favorable terms. The same goes for the unlimited number of people, but we excluded Pais from the cook.

This is bigger than anything.

Regarding the sweets, Pace has a proven track record of generating new menus more than once. There was no way that he could insult her, and because it was about Pais' daughter-in-law, Pais became a full-time MC on the basis of unreasonable reasoning that he should look aside.

The Mortairn family is disadvantaged even at the most important points.

Well, maybe there will be a super awesome help.

Yes, while the attention is drawn. Pace calls.

"I leave the Mortairn family to only one. Patience, a beautiful girl of miracles born in the Kingdom of God. Licoris-Mil-Morthern!!

What showed up was Liquorice, whose face turned bright red.