Sweet Reincarnation

"Welcome aboard, Sir Josephine-Mortern. We would like to welcome you with the Ratesh family today."

"Thank you very much for inviting me, on behalf of my father"

Two women thanking each other and putting a smile on their faces.

These are two things: Uncle Ratesh, who should also be called an intelligent atmosphere, and Jose, who should be called an active beautiful girl.

Uncle Ratesh shows his greatest welcome to Jose, who came on behalf of the Mortairn family, who had been invited to the annual new tea tasting hosted by the Ratesh family. An immediate welcome from the countless counts of the country.

The young brother he watched around is intrigued by rumours of the famous Mortairn family courtier. Not to mention the fact that even young people unfamiliar with socializing deserve attention if it becomes a very welcoming home for the leading people entering the country's five fingers.

"I wonder if Lord Pastry-Mortellen is with us today."

"My brother is being pursued by all things in the realm. Was there something wrong with me?

"No, we are delighted that you have come to the beautiful lady and the meeting will be gorgeous. I just wanted to talk to you a little bit. Look, I just got more rapport with your dishes the other day. Oh, ho, ho."

To rephrase the loss in the confectionery showdown as deepening rapport is just fine, but with it we are moving to somehow take Pais into our own body, a remark to be wary of as a Mortairn family.

Jose was also responding with a smile, as he was not educated by Dade as a noble courtier.

"Thank you for your help with that verse. It's a corner opportunity, so how about a treat then? We brought it instead of handicrafts."

"I'm glad you care."

Uncle Ratesh's cheeks move pickly.

When it comes to Liquorice stamped cookies, it is a treat that is the subject of a great deal of discussion, as a treat that the King has also recognized along with his great shame. I would be delighted to take it anywhere as a souvenir of the Mortairn family.

If there were only one house that would not please me, it would be the Ratesh family. Because he's the culprit of the red shame.

Known and unfamiliar, Jose handed over the souvenir with a thick surface skin, no less than his brother's.

"Ho ho ho"

"Ugh."

It seems that each other's smiles are really creepy.

"This is how you stand and talk, so come here. I have tea at the table. I'd love to hear your honest opinion."

There were already about four people at Jose's table.

Viscount Bombino. Uranta and his auxiliaries. Viscount Carlsen's eldest son, Gramandy. Morjan, a son of the Earl of Aulion and brother of Serjan.

All but auxiliaries are young, acne troubled years, and every home has important significance to the Ratesh family. All the people in the house you can't ignore.

The Bombino family of Southern Valve No. 2 is a direct visit from its owners. The year is familiar with the surroundings only for the year, but we can't treat it crudely as a Ratesh family at the point where our Lord goes out of his way to the Tea Party.

However, as a Bombino family, the owner is only too young, and there are no young people who deserve a new tea tasting.

The Carlsen family is a foreign affairs household. He is one of the central towns in a house that has been in charge of maritime inspections for generations. The house, also commonly known as the steering wheel of the south, is in conflict with what interests the Carlsen family, speaking for the royal intentions from the Ratesh and Bombino families, which have an interest in maritime transactions. One of the political enemies that we value, so to speak.

About half the richness of the Ratesh family is brought about by maritime transactions, so it is only natural that the royal family attaches a watchdog to it. It is also natural that it is more depressing to be attached.

If you think of it as something of a tax inspector for a company, no doubt about it. I'm just talking about corporate managers and tax inspectors asking me to doubt my adhesion, such as being close. In the same way, the Karlsen and Ratesh families, while maintaining a certain degree of cooperation with each other, while maintaining a tense relationship was fated.

And speaking of the Aulions, it's the home of the son-in-law of the Ratesh family.

It is within us for the Ratesh family to take care of their next, and depending on their intentions, politics in the south can change vectors.

The current Aurelian principals do not intervene disproportionately against the south because of their neutral position as moderates, but they are valuable handouts from elsewhere. It's like an omelet sticking out of a pan called a strictly lidded southern valve, which also has a strong influence in the south in the sense that depending on how it is used, it can be heavily stirred.

Okay, this facial rash.

I know better if you line it up, but there are things that are obvious and understandable compared to other tables.

That's a table that brings together the most important guests at this new tea tasting.

I guess it's blatant intent for Jose to be guided, but that's why the face of the table intrigues me with a new face.

Especially for people who have seen Jose face to face more than once.

"Jo, Jose, it's been a while"

"Sir Ulanta-Bombino is looking good on you. We're out of time."

Despite his considerable courage and calling his name, Jose's response to Uranta is other manners.

Most importantly, this is the right response. It's just a place to socialize, you know, be friendly and courteous.

We should begin with a formal greeting.

Keraus, standing behind Uranta, covers his face with his right hand. It's an inner manifestation of cha.

It is a violation of manners to speak from the bottom up in a social setting, so it is not wrong for a position to speak from the person above. The problem is I was in a hurry and all of a sudden I tried to pack the distance.

"Come on, no, excuse me. You're Miss Josephine. I say Gramandy. I'm from the Carlsen family. It's good to see you."

"It is a pleasure to meet Sir Gramandy-Carlsen."

"This is a tea party to deepen the rapprochement of young people. Please call me Gran."

"Thank you, Gran. Call me Jose, too."

"Bye, Jose. Nice to meet you. Can I just call you honey?

"Please call me Jose"

"Oh, too bad. Well, have fun today."

He had a lot to guess about how Uranta was doing, and Gramandy greeted him with a grin in his head. Are you used to socializing, or a good brown-haired young man who made it all-back turns a smile on Jose.

Uranta shriveled knowing her failure to catch the conversation in a friendly manner.

"I want to say hello to you, too."

"Yes."

"I'm Morjan-Coose-Mil-Ouryon. I've heard rumors about your honorable face as an unwanted joy."

"I'm overrated and honored. My name is Josephine-Mill-Mortairn. I'll see you first. I beg your pardon, but when you speak of the Aurions, are you with Sir Serjean-Retesch?"

"It's my brother. He was my sister-in-law, but I heard from him directly from the edge, so I looked at him."

A very similar look to the son-in-law of the Ratesh family. A young man, as if he had only been a few years younger, greets Jose.

Just as my brother is a martial artist, my brother also has an atmosphere of strict military personnel. Jose found out that Father would like it, etc.

At the end of each other's greetings, the original spirit begins on the table. It is also called pre-construction confirmation. It's a reputation for fresh tea.

"It is a good opportunity to get acquainted with the Mortairn family in question recently. How about a glass of Jose, too? I was just talking about what I've rarely seen done this year."

"I'll take it."

It was this year's new tea that I got poured out of my service. As Gramandy put it, this year seems to be doing well. For this reason, more than the mediumscale places where information was obtained beforehand gather a certain number of faces than usual.

The supply of tea is limited, as is the right to obtain the finest. If you can buy as much good tea as you can, you can make money reselling it, and it can be a diplomatic card against the person you want. It could be used to call people in the name of getting a good cup of tea, and it would be a highlight of a tea party.

Delicious tea is needed for the elegant life of the aristocracy, and the voice of a limited number of suppliers is stronger than there is demand. It is not the same as cheap items in the buyer's favor.

Many houses want this year's tea and are putting more effort than usual to embark on the acquisition.

"It's delicious."

"It would. It's been a beautiful year."

"Why is Gran so proud?"

A scratch came in from the side to a man who was just bragging about how handy he was.

"That's good. Nothing. I'm the one who recommended it to Jose, right?

"Tea belongs to the Ratesh family. I know if you're proud of your sister-in-law or brother, but what do you do proudly?"

No, no, no, no. The two of us talking.

Jose, who was watching how it went, asked what was bothering him a little.

"You two are close, right?

To the simple question of the red dot, Gramandy and Morjane look at each other.

"It's boarding officer school sync, us."

"Oh. That's a rotten edge."

"Boarding Officer School?

To a word he doesn't know, Jose tilts his neck.

"It's a school that collects noble children and educates cadets."

If you're an alumni who ate the same pot of rice, it's natural that you're close. Somehow we figured out the roots of a relationship we didn't hesitate to have with each other.

Seeing how Jose was like that, one boy joined the conversation. One boy doing so. As Jose, who prides himself on a good woman who can care for him, he also turns his conversation to the person he wants to talk to.

"Sir Bombino isn't going to boarding officer school?

"Jose...... I want you to call me Uranta about me. And I want you to stop talking in a manly way..."

"Oh yeah? So, I wonder. You're not going?

Jose's dictionary is missing the letter farewell.

"That's where those who stand up in the army go. I have already inherited my title and territory, so it is considered equivalent to graduation"

"Huh."

The kingdom of God originally pronounces itself on the ranks of the armies only if it occurs as an urban state. The rank of a hundred heads at the time is now the equivalent of the Baron position.

Because it was the military's job to govern the conquest, the class was linked to power and privileged class.

Therefore, a man with a title is considered to be a commander of the army.

The boarding cadet school was created to lead the army by younger brothers who had no title or had not yet succeeded to the title.

It is common sense in this world that the army considers itself a man's world. Sounds like a story that doesn't matter to me either way, Jose threw off the topic early on.

Says, I don't care.

"More than that, I brought cookies from us. Want some uranta, too?

"I'll take it. Is this possibly Jose's handmade?

Jose slipped away softly from the caged gaze of Uranta's expectations.

It would be one of the top ten questions I don't want to be asked.

Sewing, behaving, cooking, etosetra… Anyway, as Jose, who doesn't like to chimatize fine work, imitating small cookies is such a stressful task that she wants to scream.

There's no way Jose made it by hand.

But to be honest with you about it as it is, I also feel like I somehow lost something.

"My father was happy with the craftsmanship of his own children. It's a confidence piece, go ahead."

So I dared blur the subject.

Human beings who understand. Now they know what it means. The silver-haired kid said he was making sweets as a delight.

I get a glimpse of cunning around not saying who the confidence is for.

"Then I'll have one myself"

"Go ahead. Don't hesitate to take one, Morjan. How about that?

"Let's have it."

The paste-made liquorice stamped mortarn branded confectionery was generally well received.

There's no way Pais, who knows new tea, can prepare a bad treat.

"I envy the fact that, like the Mortairns, there are other houses that behave like this."

"Absolutely."

"Jose's handmade is delicious."

Only one person seemed to have different arguments, but it is an enviable story that there is something to be proud of in other houses.

Being able to brag about other houses means that you don't have that much trouble with conversation stories. Conversations are lubricants for relationships, but it is the liver how we can quickly find common topics when we have conversations with people we meet for the first time or who have not been so close to each other.

If you are a foreign affairs person, the information in that hand is also property, and if there is a part like the Mortairn family that is clearly better than the rest of the house, it is an enviable story in the sense that it can be used for conversation even in the first person.

Because it means you can have a smooth conversation with anyone.

"Morjan, is there anything like this at your place, too?

"We're military families. There are a few family heirlooms you can be proud of if you're not food, but a famous sword."

"You can't eat that. It doesn't even accompany a tea party. He's not even funny. Read the air."

"Shut up."

Don't bluff at each other with your mouth. We seem to get along really well.

"Isn't that what Lord Gramandy prides himself on in his house?

Uranta, who is both socializing and studying, rides the flow of conversation.

If you listen to the bragging of your house here, it will be available later when you meet the owner. Anyone feels better when they put a good part of their home into conversation. New tea tastings are a place to gather information and practice socializing. Uranta is also doing her job full of energy.

"We... what is it? Did something happen?

"Don't ask me. What a cat to be proud of at your place."

"Oh, you're my nyan"

"Nyan?

"You have a rare odd-eyed white cat, Sir Bombino. My father is also greatly adored, but there is something popular about him and he is popular. Some people want to come to my house on purpose."

"Yeah, I'd like to see that, too."

When I heard you had a pretty cat, Jose reacted.

There is nothing in the Mortairn family that can be called a pet. Dare I say, about the goats and chicken babies you're raising, but sooner or later, if you love what you're destined to eat, there will be a lot of things coming up mentally later.

"Animals don't mean animals. It's rare in Morjan."

"Oh, you mean our John"

"John?"

"The horse I keep in this guy. What's unusual, the hairy one? Reed and chestnut hair horses are not uncommon, but the horses at this guy's place are golden. There is even an anecdote that the royal family wanted me to say no to the golden glow. Besides double the person...... no, double the healthy leg of a horse. So much so that there were rumors that the Count's horse was more important than his wife's."

"Heh."

Even though it's a golden furry horse, Jose shows interest.

As a Mortairn family in the military, I had military horses before I started keeping goats and chickens, because they are the closest animals to Jose.

The ten military horses I have now are also in the midst of having more horses. It is unlikely that there is golden body hair, a rare hairstyle.

Horses on cats. Both attracted the girl's interest strongly, and there were men who could not watch.

"Wah, we have pets in our house too!!

"Huh? You have something at Uranta's, too?

"During this time, we protected a dolphin baby on the net. It's adorable to ring cucumbers."

"Dolphins?"

"It's an animal swimming in the ocean."

"Huh, I might want to see that too"

"Must!! Come see me next time, if that's what you mean."

"I'll think about it. Guys, you have all kinds of animals."

The soothing tea party has for some reason presented the pet pride of each other's houses.

It was Jose who was still turning to the listener for that, but the tea party ends with nothing going on.

It was at the end of the tea party and back at the Mortairn house.

The incident took place.

"Oh. Monty, what have you got there?

"Oh, this is the bear I caught during my honeymoon crusade. I told Pastry to show it to Master Casserole and decide what to do."

The bear and Jose's eyes met.

Jose remembers his conversation at the Tea Party with Moving Bears. About a topic I've always had to turn to as a listener.

"This is it!!

"What?"

Jose suddenly let his eyes shine.

"I'll keep this kid!!

"Yes!?

"Monty, I need to talk to your father soon. Let's go!!

"Hey, huh? Yeah? Just a little bit... Uh-huh!?

"It's late, hurry up."

Problem children in the Mortairn family.

The leading character is the pastry.

But that didn't mean the other children were dear.