Sweet Reincarnation

There was a joyful man.

While sitting in a luxurious chair, reveal your upper mood.

"Sire, how was it? Have you solved the problem between the Ratesh and Mortairn families?"

"Whoa, that was hilarious. We've settled this, and you should have come."

"His Majesty was doing his duty in his absence."

"Right. Thank you."

In front of Carrison lies the heavily ministered Marquis of Siebert.

Many came to complain about this fortunate and impossible challenge during the King's absence. From the forehead of the Marquis, the top is even more glorious. No, the area of my forehead is increasing.

The Internal Affairs Letter deals with all matters related to internal affairs in general and is a position to play to the King.

The aristocrats have the right to play two identical documents on each of the pronouncements. One copy will be confirmed by each person in charge, and if there is no problem, the remaining copy will be served on the King. If there is a problem, return it with the pointer of the problem.

If it involves finances, it is a financial statement. If you're involved in military matters, it's a military letter. The internal affairs papers are financial, okay, the Ministry of Works, okay, the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Anyway, the scope of responsibility is wide.

It is said to be the busiest department for work except in wartime, and it is a stressful workplace.

Naturally, I just want to hear what happened to the Mortairns and the Rateshes.

"And the result?

"It has been Mortairn's victory. Even if I could see Uncle Ratesh's emotions in the open, it was worth it."

"... what was the deciding factor in the battle? Rumors had been gathered by the people, but it didn't seem very likely that the Mortairns would win. It is well understood that His Majesty will be revealed with openness and justice, but I am not good at it."

"You don't think I'm convinced?

"Yes, I understand your disrespect, but I would like to teach you the wisdom of remembering your minister's delusion."

As far as the Marquis of Siebert was gathering information, it was about the overwhelming advantage of Uncle Ratesh. In the first place, the Ratesh family suppresses trade because of their different basic health. The prospect of winning etc. That shouldn't have been the case.

What was the deciding factor? Naturally I doubt it.

Marquis Siebert with his head bowed to his throat.

Looking at it, Carison nodded tiny fuzzy.

"In a nutshell, Uncle Ratesh was extremely good as a politician. So I guess that means we lost."

"Yes?"

"The Mortairns were normal as cooks. If politicians and cooks compete in cooking, don't you think it's natural for cooks to win?

"I can see that somehow..."

I know what you're saying, but the Marquis says he wants more light crushing and explanation.

"This battle. It was a battle to make dessert for me. Is that good enough for you?

"Yes."

"Then what more dessert deserves. You must win if you make something excellent as a dessert. You know this, too?

"Yeah, I know."

It's a dessert battle, so it's better to make good desserts to win. That would be natural.

"Uncle Ratesh is an extremely good exchanger. What counts as a politician is a high view of things from a big perspective and accurate and sober decisions. The idea of winning and then fighting instead of picking up wins on the battlefield. It was also clear in this case that Uncle Ratesh was good as a politician"

"Sure, she was doing that"

For example, if you see politics as a bloodless struggle, politicians are commanders. If you consider Uncle Ratesh's position militarily, he's a strategic commander, not a tactical commander. That's also an extremely good commander.

Create a favorable situation in a larger framework, regardless of the tactical wins and losses of a small battlefield, and prepare your allies for advantage before challenging the fight.

Soldier stations and strategies are fundamental to war, but also to politics. Prepare your battalion in twelve minutes, prepare more power than your enemies, reduce, divide, and come to battle on it.

Just as it is extremely difficult to overturn strategic defeat with tactical victory, this time again Uncle Ratesh came to the battle, prepared for an overwhelmingly favourable situation. In this respect, I do not speak differently either as Marquis.

"But whether the battle is excellent as a dessert or not. I eat the full course of the court, but it's hard to eat it every day. Four appetizers, two soups, two fish dishes, two meat dishes, baked goods or vegetables, it's dessert served when your stomach is breaded."

"Ha."

"Imagine that situation. For the Ratesh family desserts, sweet sweets stacked like mountains or fruits that have become so sweet that they say whether this is still with honey. At the end of the day, I'm told to eat a whole hall of tart. I think it's torture."

"Sure. I'm old too, so it looks spicy."

"In that regard, the desserts of the Mortairn family were easy to eat and mild in taste"

If you were to raise the cause of Uncle Ratesh's defeat, your gaze would still have been too high.

A habit of looking up and seeing things as a high-ranking nobleman with a high eye. There, it can also be said that Pace put it in.

"The battle was decided by the good taste and not by the bad taste. The Ratesh family confectionery was, indeed, a great one. Unbeatable cuisine, looks good and tastes great. If it's one dish, there's nothing more."

"But you said the Mortairns were better as desserts?

"That's the thing. If you're after a tap of meat or fish, that ginger cookie that reduces sweetness is really good. It calms your belly, and it suits your tea. Most importantly, it's a gift to me, isn't it? You'll also feel the sincerity of your wife's handmade."

"I see. I'm finally good at it. Uncle Ratesh will regret his presence."

"Oh, I saw something unusual"

After the battle, Uncle Ratesh regretted treading on the group Tai in the King's explanation. Sometimes I was shocked that everything was behind me being confident and confident of winning.

"But hey."

But I say that the Mortairns were never the only good things either.

"I can't imagine people losing bets or desserts after they're hungry."

"I guess that is. The idea of eating something after a full stomach will be difficult for people who also suffer from everyday eating."

"Without stopping, my son turned to contain the commotion. They acted free of charge for the ginger cookies they served at the tournament."

"That's lavish. I didn't expect you to imitate the way you spit out corner profits."

"Besides, I recreated the sweets made by the Ratesh family as they were. That also sealed the criticism that the Mortairns lacked skill. The only boulders are [transcribed] wizards. The House of Ratesh was made a good stepping stone because it was reproduced exactly as it was"

"Oh my..."

If Pais reproduces the Ratesh family treats shortly after the tournament, and if they are bad, they taste better than that, then the Ratesh family's mentions are rounded.

Those sweets, which eloquently said they didn't have the technology, but didn't dare to use it, were also behaved for free, of course.

"It's something that disappears from the edge I made, so the son of Casserole hung up on me that day. Busy killing all those guys to make confectionery. The Mortairns would have had a rough time, too."

Callison squeaks and squeals.

I don't know that Pais is making confectionery as a delight from himself, so I even pity the candlesticks that were hard on him with a little heavy labor.

In fact, in an attempt to strip Pais off the spot, the King does not know that, despite the offer of replacement personnel by the cook by the upper Mortairn and Ratesh families, Yada, was making cookies by saying no in one word.

"Whatever, I got a good distraction."

The king smiles and nods.

That was so, while turning away from the Marquis, who starts loading up his work.

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Mortairn family a few days after the tournament.

There was a joyful man.

"Humphung ~ Ruru ~ Ra ~"

"You're in a good mood again today, young lady."

"It's been a long time since I've been able to make as many treats as I want. I was able to relieve a lot of stress"

A grumpy young man only faces a grumpy boy who sings his nose and is in a terrible mood.

"Because of me, I've been in trouble, haven't I?

"Nicolo was off the day, wasn't he?"

"I'll do it after that. All the people who push me to sell ginger cookies are coming to me."

"Joan's on vacation, so I can't help it. Joan did his best that day, so I can't even tell him not to rest."

After the duel of the confectionery showdown.

The disturbance never showed any signs of subsidence.

Originally referred to as baked confectionery is said to have begun to be baked in order to make it sunny. Compared to fruits and the like, the edible period is longer, and unlike humid Japan, mold is difficult to grow in the southern continent, which tends to be dry.

Then the pedestrians couldn't have missed it. The pedestrians who made money from the stalls even bought cookies because they didn't want to go home empty.

"Why did you hand it out for free after the tournament in the first place? If it weren't for that, there wouldn't have been people coming to tell me to come over myself. I drove him back to say it was just the same day of service, but it was tough, wasn't it?

"That was both publicity and publicity. People gathered just in time, so I don't have any hands to not use. If you want to spread the delicacy by word of mouth, you can pay for it and the change will come"

The non-existent world of the media. The most reliable means of communicating information is to ask primary experience guests directly.

If you want to ask about the battlefield, it's best to ask the warrior who actually fought, and if you want to hear about the know-how of love, it's best to ask the person who actually shot the person you want.

Conversely, if you increase the number of experience guests, the information will be communicated so widely.

It's a treat that a man who lost a bet just told him to at least take back some of his losses. The more those who were betting large sums of money, the more the spiritual action of the act of price works. The taste would have tasted better.

You'll convince yourself that it's worth the amount of gold you bet, and when you listen to the story, it was worth ten pieces of gold, and so on.

People who make bets don't want to talk about losing money. They exaggerate on their own.

"Then why did you sell it to a pedestrian? I wish I had made it a festival just for the day."

'Cause it's expected to be profitable in the future.'

"Just cookies?

Baked confectionery is not uncommon in the Kingdom of God. I just said sell it, and Nicolo puts a question mark in his head about how much money he makes.

"It's not just cookies. It's a liquorice stamp cookie."

"Ha. Does that make any sense?

"Naturally. It's not a regular cookie, is it?"

"It doesn't matter who bakes cookies, does it?

"Whoever bakes it doesn't change much, so the image matters."

Yes, what Pace did was a very normal brand strategy if modern.

In front of the crowd, cookies handmade by beautiful girls. The significance of winning the bright, impactful Ratesh family treats and getting them from the king to ink is enormous.

It's not a pais to throw this away. royalty, the best cookies in the world, crystals of love for beautiful girls, worth more than eight hundred lets, profit from a great reversal victory, a must win prayer, mortairn mint confectionery, only now, etc. Along with various selling complaints, the cookies were baked with Liquorice sketches and the Mortairn family crest, and the packaging was successfully branded as constrained (particular).

The Mortairn family crest cannot be used except by Mortairn people, so we cannot make the exact same. If you make it, the sweet police boy literally flies.

Even if, in the future, there were a house that imitated and made similar cookies, there would be no cookies with more foil than the Mortairn family.

As a luxury cookie, a level of profit where gold coins are profitable in one bag. Then the supply is limited because of the limited number of people to make it, and because it sells from the edge of making it, the out-of-stock is normalized. It seems that the poor quality of the situation will also applaud the luxury.

Uncle Ratesh and others, who later noticed all the painting surfaces, regretted so much that they broke their favorite teacup for being used as good. Poor are the figurines on the thrown and scattered desks and their husbands who turned to forgiveness.

Even more regrettably, Pace gave me a Liquorice stamp cookie as a “thank you”. He said he swore revenge that he would chew on all the handkerchiefs and let him say he would definitely shave the paice next time. It should be said that not punishing you once or twice is a boulder, but you have to make them grow up for a while.

Unexpectedly, it was Fariel, the Ratesh cook representative, who gained a reputation. Even though he lost, he was appreciated for his skill and there was talk of pulling out from the royal family as well.

It is something I do not know about life because I refused it and for some reason I was to be employed by the Mortairn family.

He said he had lost sight of what cooking was all about. I would definitely like to work at the Mortairn family in order to retrain again.

I have just been craving people who can make sweets and, with the consent of Casserole, I am learning to cook again as a member of Pace's team.

I think it was a good pick up, except for the complaints that were coming from Liquorice at the time, who just wanted me to do something about calling Liquorice "master."

"Humph ~ Come on, it's baked!!

"Oh, I've been waiting."

The Mortairn family has achieved so much money that it regains its overwhelming behavior.

Pais won a penny increase, more than he carried so well.

I used it and worked quickly to make sweets, but today I made ginger cookies, of course.

"Ho ho ho"

"Be careful, it's freshly baked and hot"

"Ho, say it first. I thought it would burn."

"Because I eat in a hurry."

Eventually, the free men of the Mortairn family gather together, caught by the smell.

"Smells good, Pais."

"Sister, is dowry training good?

"My mother's hanging out with Rico, so I'm here. Because my mother likes hard-working shoppers."

"Good luck to your sister."

"After eating this...... mmm - I knew it was delicious!!

A year-round girl who devours bakubaku and cookies without distraction shards.

The men sighed when the problem with Liquorice was cleared but Jose's dowry was still going to be ahead.