Sweet Reincarnation

"You, what's wrong? I thought you were sisters and had a consultation.

"I was, but I came to see your face when I heard Pace was coming. Do you mind if we join you?

"I don't mind..."

As a nobleman, it's a strange story, but for some reason, Associate Baron Harskivi didn't try to evict his wife.

There's a reason Hans doesn't turn down his wife's seat.

The House of Herskivi was severely understaffed when it was the House of the Weak Knights. No, I still do.

There are several people in the family who are more military lineages from generation to generation and who are confident in their skill as samurai, but none of them have any knowledge of internal affairs or diplomacy.

I was a person who grew up without learning anything like that from my Lord, so there were circumstances in my house that deepened the degree of distress without knowing the translation as I went through the generations.

Saving it was the daughter of a wise woman, the high Mortairn family.

As a daughter of the Army-borne Knights family of the same size as the House of Herskivi, she received an equivalent education from her mother from the House of Home Affairs Baron, and grew up in a father who had no bone or gold spare for her daughter if necessary, and also had her own local power. That's the Vilvees and the Mortairn sisters. Since it was a house of competencies for both men and women, he had not less field experience in administration, and to some extent inherited his father's extensive connections.

That makes me my wife. Needless to say it was dry weather benevolence for the Herskivi family.

Some of the needy aristocrats offer their daughters for money. Give your daughter to the side room of a well-feathered merchant for assistance, or receive support in return for letting her serve as a mistress or sidekick of a noble nobleman? It's not uncommon to talk about that.

But the head of the Mortairn family is Casserole. I was searching for a decent place to marry my beloved daughter because of the strong will to keep her from seeing me like that.

The thought, coupled with the circumstances of the Herskivi family, who sincerely wanted an excellent assistant and prized the Martial Name of the Mortairn family, led Vilvee to marry the Herskivi family. It happened a few years ago.

Due to such circumstances, in the House of Herskivi, the daughter-in-law had a cover-up of the house. Responsibilities such as those assumed by the Dean of Staff (Shiites) in the Mortairn family. Literal wife role.

If the territory will be able to operate somewhat decently, and in recent years, who has the merit of fulfilling even the Duke, it is obvious that it is in the woman who has been married from the Mortairn family.

Hence Hans can't get his head up on his wife.

It is quite rare for a weak nobleman like the Herskivi family, such as a visitor from another house, in which case his wife (Vilve) assists him in responding. The circumstances of your home.

That being said, it is not very nice to hear the outside world forgive the intruders when they say that official envoys from other houses have arrived. Even though it's a close pattern, if it's just my wife, it's still set up to her sister.

As for Hans, I decided to talk to him about what was going on. To the boy in front of me for some reason.

"Lord Pastry, I was in the middle of a conversation, could you allow my wife to be present? And my sister-in-law, if I may..."

"Huh."

Pais sighed.

"I don't mind. There's nothing like rejecting your sisters. I'm not here to talk about trouble."

"That's Pais, I can tell you the story."

"Long time no see, Pais...... hey, a bit taller? Your hair is still sarcastic."

"Sister Sibi, it's painful..."

As soon as I was allowed to be present, the former Mortairn woman developed a habit. It is an embracing habit inherited from Anise. A standard option for women from the Mortairn family.

Silviera and others, when they hug their brother with an old feeling, realize that the head position is very different compared to the previous one. Because it's a huge feeling to realize that you've grown up, it's also logical that Pais earnestly wants you to stop being just this vicious.

Both Silviera and Vilve, the laid-back atmosphere itself is very similar to that of her mother, Anise. Including Pais, I don't care who all three look at. Oh, my sister and brother. Well, somewhere is similar to the point where I'm convinced.

Of the two sisters, Bibi is the one with slightly similar nostrils to his father, but Pace is the one who most resembles his mother if the sisters and brothers of the Mortairn family line up.

"The three of us are good friends."

Hans is baffled by a situation he doesn't think is inside the reception room: sisters toying his brother alternately. It is cruel to seek the insanity of the Mortairn family from him in the Herskivi family.

But he and the aristocratic lord. Take a deep breath and regain your normal mind.

"I'd like to talk to you normally?

"I'm sorry about you. It's been a long time."

"I don't mind that being close to my sister and brother is a comforting thing to do as a homeowner, but I don't want you to tell me when and where. So, Lord Pastry. How far would you have talked about it for me?"

For some reason, Pais, who is in the earliest realm of giving up, talks without worrying about the strange sight of two sisters forming on either side of Pais.

He said, "Why don't you hire a baton?"

"It was. But on second thought, thanks. It sounds like the bug is too good a story"

"I guess so. But I want you to think about it. There's too much missing in the Herskivi family today."

"Ho."

Hans and I also know that people don't tell me that my house is weak. But I'm also wondering if that's something I can't help.

When people tell me, I don't feel very good.

You dare speak of it, so what is Pace thinking? The man didn't get it.

"First of all, I simply don't have enough hands. If you badgered from the Knight House to the Associate Baron House, you need more than double the talent. Even our house used many handouts to collect them. Using that father's connections. With all due respect, do you have connections that you can rely on the Herskivi family? Aside from home, that means"

"That's hard to say... because I've always been a wooden knight jazz house wherever I went. I'm hiring in my blind men's children for now, but it's not enough."

If you can fly around like the Mortairn family, you can make connections, but there are limits to saying that a house that doesn't will make connections. It's like making friends with very little transportation, so to speak, in a state of pull. It can only be done if it comes from people who want to be friends on purpose, and if there is something appealing about it, such as family patterns, blood muscles, property, abilities, etc. Otherwise it is ignored.

The Herskivi family was definitely on the side of being ignored, so they have no busy connections. You will guess at the point where the strongest connection is the Mortairn family. Once the Mortairn family was a poor nobleman with nothing to see but the magic of casserole.

Normally, the Herskivi family could not travel out of the territory so often due to circumstances in which they were an important defensive force, although they would participate in social meetings open to high-ranking aristocrats to broaden their connections. Since the noblemen at the bottom do not hold social meetings, they do not hold their own meetings. I don't have the money to open it, and I don't have anyone to come where I open it.

Networks, therefore, are enough to rely on bloodlines or factions.

But the geographic faction was cut off by the realm change. They were physically separated from the southern valves. The eastern valves still have no edge or itching. Therefore, this place does not become Ate.

For once, as a Herskivi family belonging to the military family, you will be introduced to talent by the military faction, but it is customary that only the people corresponding to it are sent to the lower end of the house. The Mortairns are unusually skilled at pulling through talented people as a matter of priority.

When it gets to a terrible point, they introduce people who are too busy in the alms to be military, or people who are too sick to get out of the house. Because I only have information on factions with names and family patterns.

In fact, there are plenty of job seekers in Wang Capital and elsewhere, but this happens because of a society with terrible information deviations.

The people who want to get a job go to King's Capital and large cities where people gather and work, but the people who are actually understaffed are remote or weak aristocrats in the countryside.

By analogy, many new graduates apply to large companies, but is it like local SMEs struggle to recruit good people? If the job placement side is also a job placement, it will be applied for by large companies in the city, and they will receive companies that are obscure and provide a lot of information. I don't even know if there are jobs for local farmers. Without information, it's only a company that can't get the hang of it.

Not to mention the fact that the Kingdom of God has no internet, no job site, no hello work, no student job mediation desk. Use personal handouts to match or else take away limited jobs in the city.

This world, instead of harrowwork, is about faction leaders and nobles.

"Besides, there are threats from other countries. Now is the time for the Kingdom of Siri to be great, but within a few years there can be no doubt that it will conspire to reclaim its territory. When that happens, the one with the most resentment will be the Huberleks or, if not, the Mortairns. Unfortunately, the Herskivi family, which connects with the Mortairn family, will be the first to be targeted."

"Hmm."

"Strengthening military and diplomatic capabilities should be urgent. Or do you want to disconnect Sister Bibi from us?

"No way!! I've never thought about it."

Indeed, the Mortairn family is hated by the nobles of the Kingdom of Siri as an enemy of uncluttered heaven. It's easy to buy unnecessary grudges, too, if you're on edge with the Mortairn family, which is made an enemy of you. Boy, it makes sense to hate to hate to hate.

But that's why I don't think we're going to cut off from the Mortairns. The more comforting it is on our side, the Mortairn family.

Impossible, Hans denies reflexively.

And Pais, too, apparently forgot who was sitting next to him.

"Ouch, my sister. Keep your cheeks on..."

My sister protests to her brother that it is unpleasant to be told of the divorce at will, even if she knows it is the course of the negotiations. Use your thumb and index finger against the puffy cheeks.

Pais continues the conversation as she rubs her slightly reddish cheek with one hand because she was pulled apart by pulling her pip.

"No, but as long as Sister Bibi is there as a matter of fact, she's likely to be targeted. If it's a new job, it's a lick."

"Right. Unfortunately, I don't have magic like my stepfather (Casserole) or Lord Pastry. I'm ready for a skirmish by being licked... but I'd rather not have one like that if I could"

Apart from the House of Harskivi, there are nobles bordering the Kingdom of Siri. Other houses, for example, have the “non-lickable element” of being a feat of the war or a definite backward shield. That's what the Herskivi family is about, but in the sense of versus the Kingdom of Siri, that's behind it, Pais says.

Being licked means being more attackable.

For example, when a carnivore strikes a prey, it is rare to strike a big, strong elephant or mold. Mostly it's a kid's deer or something. Target a pony off the herd. Because it seems weak and easy to eat.

Alternatively, a man who is about 2 meters tall with muscle muscles and a gullible man about 150 cm tall. If you absolutely ask me to quarrel with one of them, I mostly choose the latter that seems weak.

Being licked means this “looking weak”. Whether you're actually martial arts and very strong, but from someone you don't know about, you can decide you're weak at the point where you look gullible.

There are beasts in the world of the weak and the weak who bite as they look.

If you return enemies over and over again, it will become foil and you won't be able to lick it, but if you become new, such foiling doesn't exist.

"It would. That's where I recommend it. If you hire a caution stick to introduce you, you won't be licked first. It's a heartbeat my father would admit."

"Well, that kind of talent..."

"If we miss this, we don't know when we'll have a chance like this next."

"I see. Um, I'd like to consider it positively. I'd like to hear more about the person…"

"I can't."

Rather, the words of Pais, whose cheeks were pounded, but clearly spoken. Hans shall be decent.

"What?"

"There are a few special circumstances, and some things that tend to be repelled when spoken of beforehand can't be discussed in detail. If you decided to hire me, I'll tell you more. On top of all that, I assure you that in force it is an extraordinary strength, and I assure you that just guaranteeing a minimum of food and shelter is a good point. In the sense that it can also be used to foil against other houses, there are certainly many advantages for the House of Herskivi. If you're going to name a flaw, does that mean the language in this country is hard to understand?"

"Mmmm..."

The decision to shop without looking at the product.

Hans doesn't like this kind of negotiation. I'm a samurai at the root, and I'm not good at searching the belly of a handful anyway.

So it's my wife's turn.

"Pais, you didn't hide anything inconvenient?

"Hinako... Sister Shibi, please stop playing with me"

"Zubari, listen, is that human?

"… I will answer if you decide to hire me"

I'm still just Pais' sister, and I'm used to my brother's ways. I was guessing almost as close as I could get to the right answer.

Hi. As far as I'm concerned, an on-parade of questionable stories about whether there really is such a talent. But if you think you're not a person, it's not surprising.

Sister and brother staring at each other. and a woman knitting three of her brother's hair behind her.

Eventually, Bibi comes to one conclusion.

"Wouldn't that be nice? Why don't you take it?

"Is that good?

"Because he really seems to think it's in our interest. That doesn't sound like a lie."

"How do you know?"

"If you look into Pace's eyes, you'll see."

Correctly, it depends on whether you try to turn away from the ease of watching.

It's a lie discovery method for Pais & Caserol, direct from my mother Anise. The sweet Mortairn people in the body can wear as many iron masks as they can elsewhere, but the masks they attach to the body are also often broken.

By the way, it can also be used for Hans for some reason.

"Hmm, then I decide to hire. Can I ask you something more?

"Bye. The name of the caution stick was named by your sister Jose. They say ku chan. Gender is female. Age is a few months old. It's not human, it's a bear, as Sister Bibi suspected."

"Bear?!

"Raise the beast's power by keeping it, and the forest along the border if it gets out of hand. If I could release it to the side of the Kingdom of Siri, that would prevent people, Father said, thinking. Even an unnecessary prestige for the Mortairn family would be necessary for the Herskivi family today. And it was because the Herskivi family would have the know-how to deal with forest beasts."

"... Nah... I see. I see, my father-in-law has a good point. That's a hero."

Understanding what Pais is trying to say, Hans traces his memory about how to raise a bear.

The Herskivi family would certainly be able to raise a bear, and it would be beneficial.

"Um, no problem."

"Then I will come up to deliver the bear at a later date. As early as tomorrow. May I?

"Oh, I don't mind. I want you to say hi to my father-in-law. He said he was grateful."

"Yeah, I'll tell him."

held in the world. Troublesome bears in the Mortairn family are also difficult to find in the Herskivi family.

In some respects, would a masculine grandmother and daughter also be regarded as behavioral if they were daughter-in-law, Pais thought? By then, there were about five bundles of three knitting.

"Pace, are we done talking?

"Yeah, safe."

"Well, can I talk to you for a second?"

"... if you can put your hair back on"

Pais' head, which had turned into a terribly strange object, manages to return to her normal hairstyle.

Both Bibi and Hans stayed on the spot wondering what Silviera was talking about, but they seemed to talk without worrying.

"Well, again, I was talking to Sister Bibi earlier, but I also wanted to talk to Pais."

"It will be what. When it comes to consulting Sister Sibi, I have a really bad feeling about it."

It's not a big deal.

"Hmm?"

Hans included tea in his mouth as he watched the conversation between Pais and Cibi.

I'm going to decide who my sister's going to marry.

And he coughed brilliantly of things.