Sweet Reincarnation

Early summer.

When the blue moon passes and the blue moon also falls, it becomes the new green season.

This year, a number of southern households had changed territories to the east, and they were finally starting to calm down.

When the noise settles, it is politics that begins to move quickly, especially since the House of Vigilance has undergone major changes in diplomatic relations, so it moves vigorously. If one moves, three or four things move in association. Even in matrimonial policy, a house that has been dubbed is discarded as long as it has grown in character. Or be tied anew. When that happens, the house I've been expecting has to cope with it. One move is chained to numerous houses.

The ripple of influence is closer to rat arithmetic than domino-style. Things are happening at this rate. Marriage, commerce, military, events, everything changed.

When this happens, even where you want to keep it adult, you have to get involved and move without stopping.

That's the same thing with the Mortairns.

"New tea tasting?

One invitation delivered earlier. The sender is a well-known person.

"That's right. It's an invitation from the Ratesh family. What do we do?"

"There's no way I'm not going, but I'm going to be in trouble again."

"Do you still think so? I thought so, too. Well, what do we do? That's a weird story for me to go to. They laugh at me when I go out to the young man's event."

"Why don't you leave it to your sister?"

There was just a dueling disturbance the other day, but as for the House of Uncle Ratesh, which brings the southern valves together, we can't alienate the Mortairn family either.

At first, since it is pre-construction that both houses are in a friendly relationship, there is no way in my belly that I would not invite them to every event, nor would I be able to not participate.

The problem is the candidate, and it is the earliest well-known fact that the Ratesh family wants to take in Pais, and not the one who figured out where the pitfalls would be dug if Pais went out with the scarecrow in that. You can't be alarmed, just like you were made to work for free when you were in a pregnancy disturbance.

Most of all, we may think of each other that way, but that's what reciprocity is all about. Unless we curse each other in the back, we can't have a friendly relationship with the aristocracy.

Now, in that case, if you can do it, you want to calm it down in a way that has no external problems, but when it's not convenient in Pace, you conclude that it's good for Jose to go out.

Only the appearance increases the number of beautiful girls in attendance. The young men will be delighted.

"I thought that was good too. But..."

"Something to worry about?

"Perhaps Viscount Bombino should also be called. I don't know if it's a good idea for me to meet Jose."

The Viscount Bombino family is the Southern Valve No. 2. Landlords with a second interest in maritime transactions to the Ratesh family and a huge interest in land trading as well.

It is also an obvious fact that our lord there is Ulanta the same age as Pais and that he is obsessed with Jose.

Even for the Mortairn family, as an insurance policy that could counter the Ratesh family, it's a house that I want to keep close to, but I still can't trust enough to give my daughter away.

It may be a little heavy to make Jose deal with him alone. Casserole is also a problem.

"In the name of attaching an escort, would you let someone stand behind you and assist you to help you gaze?

"Who's there?

"... how about a corn?

"Coran? I see. Not bad."

Koantro-Dorova is an ancient stock even in the Mortairn family. Heavy minister after Shiites, the squire chief. He is a raw militant who began to serve the Mortairn family after his mercenary retirement and is now responsible for policing the territory.

If you're a little boy there, there's a puncture that looks up to you with a glance.

"But is the job okay?

"Colo seems to be doing well."

"What about that name? He'll hate it in person."

"Because it has spread to the children of the village. Looks like he's already given up. Originally from other realms, she was just afraid it might be difficult to get used to because of some serious personalities. I convinced him that work was his job, and that he was a good hand in appealing to friendliness."

Koan also had one more subordinate these days. Corona-Mil-Harskivi. She is also a samurai who remembers her arms and is said to be a great person for policing, including her personality, which is serious enough to be super attached. The first one was licked because she was a woman, but there was a fold in the arbitration of the fight, a gentle kick in the ass while dealing with two big men at the same time. Besides, unlike Corn, he's poorly handled and short minded. I guess so, but few people now imitate it like it pisses them off. It's like a sketchy Joan.

Thanks to this, the burden of koanthro has been greatly reduced, and recently it has been able to relax accordingly.

Here's one thing, it's not a bad option to entrust escort duties.

"All right, let Koan decide."

"Well, then, I'll call your sister and Coran."

"Right. We should talk about it."

If it's time now, Jose is taking lessons in painting. Beginning with a lecture on appreciation manners, it is a way of distinguishing famous painters, or the characteristics of each touch. Alternatively, we also learn what it means to be an interior along with the use of colors.

It's common sense manners to look at things about three steps away from the painting, and it's nasty to look closer and more serious. There's always a signature on the painting, so know the author. Wear gloves when you take the frame. The painting hurts when decorating in the sun, etc. I have a lot to learn.

As an upper-class lady, she also needs basic education in the arts, as part of her dowry training. If you can't look at a painting and say what's great, you'll be ashamed of yourself as a nobleman. Especially when interrupting a house or something that is patronizing an artist, the upbringing of this hand is mandatory.

Even in modern Japan, you will be laughed at as an unschooled fool when you look at Mona Lisa's smile and say it's Picasso's painting, etc. You don't even know that, do you? It is difficult for people who don't even know Dubinch to think of higher education.

If you think you're an idiot, even if you say something at a time of great importance, you can take it lightly, "It's what an idiot says anyway." People who don't even know arithmetic are laughed at if they talk about politics, people who don't even know the basis of painting are laughed at if they talk about military. That's the aristocratic society.

Minimum knowledge is something you can't acquire unless you learn, and upper class because you acquire that kind of upbringing. Growing up as a baroness warlord, Anjes is tenaciously educating that what he has learned is worthy of the Mortairn family today. As the same baroness as myself, I was working out Jose when I made her the lady she deserved.

Most importantly, it is Jose's word that he is going to die of boredom, and if Pais goes to call him, he should gladly throw the lesson away and come to the office.

"Father, I heard you were calling. May I come in?"

"Uhm."

Advice, Pais went to call, and ran to the office with such a decisive summary that his mother was frightened and sighed. The boulder is the daughter of Kasserol, a diseased thunderstorm. There was no stray.

I leave the pais I came to call and go first, so there is no such thing as sophistication.

Coming into the room, she had such a nice smile that she could not help but admire it, but her father also knew very well that it was because he had an excuse to escape dowry training.

"Jose, Pais is just on his way to get Coran. Wait a minute."

"Ha ~ i"

"Don't stretch your tail. Be polite with your words."

"Yes, sir."

I won't ask you if I tell you. To my daughter, ah, and a sigh of casserole.

For my son mocked himself as to why every child was far from adulthood. I have to feel a blood connection to Jose, who comes to resemble Anise year after year.

In time, I rushed to shake off my imagination thinking that I might pop out of the Mortairn family and run off.

"Father, I brought Coran!!

"Pais, don't open the door at the same time as Knock, how many times do I know"

"Think of it as just doing the knocking. Let's talk fast."

"Huh."

Without even worrying about the shards of his parents' struggles, Pace began to explain.

"An introduction to the new tea tasting came from Uncle Ratesh"

"... I see. Because Pace's having a hard time getting there, so I'm going. Coran's coming with you?

"My sister is still quick and helpful to talk to. There are concerns that Viscount Bombino is too close to Sister Jose, so it also makes sense to prevent it and assists Corn. It's called an escort."

"The uranta? Does that kid's house have eyes on us too? Both sides of the Ratesh family. I wonder if you care."

Jose is a savvy kid, but he seems to be oblivious to his own eroticism.

I considered the Viscount Bombino family approaching Jose out of political thoughts against the Ratesh family.

I'm not mistaken, but what my father and brother are concerned about is a little off.

"Well, I don't mind if you think so. Koan, that's the situation, so be alert to the man approaching your sister. Allow swords to be drawn if you want to hold them even with your hands. If I threaten him so much that I can never get close to my sister again..."

"This is Pais. Don't give me permission to do that on my own. Koan, I want you to be as calm as you can, assistant Jose. If there's a problem, I don't mind taking Jose out of the venue on the pretext that I was able to pull things off ahead of time. It's better for you to take the form of a crook than for Jose to remind me of an errand."

"Understood."

"Uhm. Again, if anyone touches Jose's skin, I'll allow him to draw his sword."

What was the fatherhood like when you took my son?

"Father..."

"I can't let Pais give me permission of his own accord. If I do, there's nothing wrong with that."

Regardless of the idiotic casserole, Koan undertook to leave the support to Jose because he also knows his character well.

"Get ready, get ready for the day. Then you can back off."

"Quickly, I have to decide what costume to wear."

Previously, it was participation as an associate baroness. This time I'm joining you as a baroness.

The outfit also changes somewhat, and Jose is tense when it comes to the Mortairn family's vouchers.

She's a pretty strong girl, so I guess she's going to use this fortunately to divert her mother's eyes from choosing a costume and her hands running away from her studies.

After Jose and Coran left.

The office had another new visitor.

"Master Casserole, it looks like a galagan. I need to talk to you, can I come in?

I don't mind.

"Excuse me. Isn't there a young lady? Just fine."

"Just right?

Gallaghan looked at Pais.

It would be every ten or eighty-nine troubles because it would look at the paces that cause trouble on something.

"Well, sit down."

"Oh, it's good to stay standing"

"Right. So, what is consultation?"

"It's about the woods."

Mortairn Forest based on Nicea Cassia.

It had also been reported that making it near a reservoir that was storing water had led to good fertility and that various and cluttered vegetation was now being produced. Since the soil is about to be made, there is talk of planting broadleaves.

If it's in the woods, it's definitely the role of Gallaghans in charge of forest management.

"It's getting hot and the flowers are starting to bloom, so the young man will start making the honey he wanted."

"Well, that's good"

"But when I try, there are quite a few problems"

"I guess so."

There are no convenient stories about things, things going smoothly as planned from start to finish, etc. Especially if we do something we've never done before. I can take it for granted that there is a problem.

"I thought you got rid of the flicker before."

"Yeah. I remember."

"Hi, it looks like there's more flirting than before, I can't help it. Looks like they're roughing up around the hive box, and some of the hive boxes got hit about 20% of the herd. I heard about your old body, and I checked it out, but I'm pretty sure it is."

"Really? That's certainly a problem."

When making honey, humans experienced in beekeeping were called using handouts. He's old enough to have already hidden away and left his family business to his grandchildren's generation, but his grandchildren are employed by the Kadreček family squire.

He wants to celebrate the birth of his grandson, and he's teaching beekeeping techniques to Mortairn people on a two-year contract.

Necessary tools and how to maintain them, how to handle queen bees, how to handle herds, how to increase bees, how to make them overwinter, etc. Gallaghan is also on his way to learning technology diligently.

"If you're dealing with bees, you can ask your old body, but when you're an external enemy, you need manpower, so we're here to talk to you."

"I understand the story. Father, can I take care of this?

"Hmm, nothing wrong with that"

"Then we'll mobilize about twenty people. Which humans do you use?

"Let's go to the new village. There must have been a few houses that hadn't finished their labor service this year. The glass wanted to use it, so adjust it. Talk to Nicolo."

"Okay. Then hurry up."

"Uhm."

It is reliable to speak of a diligent son.

Casserole lowered her hand to Pais, who took the initiative to solve the problems in her territory.

And Pace's face out of the office.

Glagan, who was lying next to me, frightened for a moment.

"Hmm, honey? Another thing, you have all the ingredients for the sweets. Mm-hmm."

The face of Pais niggling as he spoke to himself, it was disgusting.