Sweet Reincarnation

Have a marriage.

Neither has such a serious determination in life. A companion to spend the rest of his life with. If I could, it would be the same for anyone wishing to marry someone nice.

But noble marriage in the Kingdom of God is the connection between home and home.

Cases of respect for the will of the person to be married are rare, to the extent that they are good and can be chosen from multiple choices made by the parents.

The reason for this depends on several factors.

For example, the fact that encounters with other nobles are extremely limited.

Territorial aristocracy, for example, is particularly remarkable, but the opportunity to meet and fall in love with other noble children does not itself exist in the first place. Territorial aristocracy refers to the Lordship, and you must come as a guest or go elsewhere from yourself to meet the noble children of another family.

However, it takes many days to get to other territories by carriage, so I rarely get to go out. Therefore, it is not necessarily possible to meet someone at a ball or other party in the same way. Unless you're also the kind of person who goes to prom every so often.

And it goes without saying that people who frequently go to proms and fish for heterosexuals enough to face each other whenever they go are not busy people.

A decent human being is less likely to face each other. If you could just fall in love once or twice, the world would be full of love at first sight. In a world where you can't even date on a busy date, it's hard to fall in love, etc.

Then it is also difficult to fall in love with the inhabitants of the territory. Because the difference in identity makes me feel different about money.

This world, rich and aristocratic almost equals. Exceptions include merchants from the Grand Chamber of Commerce, but the numbers are really small. In the same sense, the poor are civilians in equals.

It's pretty hard when it comes to extreme poor people and extreme millionaires being able to fall in love and marry. Because the sense of money and common sense diverge considerably.

If I were to replace it with modern, if I didn't have the body to throw away the tissue, I would dry the used and try to use it again, if the grass seemed to grow that could be eaten on the side of the road, if I married someone who would pick it and try to eat it, or if I saw a puppy I would say it looked delicious. It would be more stressful than a well-rounded marriage with too much kettle odor. Centennial love also chills.

Or why not just throw it away every time you use a bath body soap, throw away the majority just a little bit earlier when you eat strawberries, rebuild your house every year, or bring a school person to let your kids go through school.

Again, if you're too rich, you'll have a constant struggle to fit in with it. If my husband is even a son-in-law, he must balk in six months.

Of course, there are differences in degrees, where there are few upward and downward disparities between rich and poor, as in the Mortarn territories, and in some territories where civilians live as poor as slaves.

All in all, however, civilian and aristocratic romances do not last long, even if they occur. The lives of nobles and of civilians are, in a sense, more intercultural than foreign life, and whichever goes with it, it is impossible.

Because we know that as a rule of thumb, all adults try to get their children to marry each other in the same class. I hope I don't want you to have any extra difficulty.

There are other circumstances involved in childbirth.

Doctors and midwives are a privileged class in the kingdom of God. Experts with special knowledge and experience. Their technical heritage and knowledge transfer will be all about oral and field experience with apprenticeships. At any rate, the literacy rate is extremely low, and all books are so pricey that houses are built in one book by hand that it is not as easy to read and learn books as it is in modern times or for artisans to write down books. If we crave knowledge, we can only ask our ancestors to drop their heads and teach us.

In other words, the absolute number of craftsmen specialising in childbirth is low.

It's more important to have and raise children than to have a marriage, but if you're going to do that in peace, you need as much power and money as you can hire a handful of midwives and doctors. A power that can be interrupted instead of a human being waiting in order, or a financial power that can be beaten with a pile of gold coins?

Either way, it is difficult for a person who is not aristocratic to have it, and if you want to focus on giving birth in peace of mind, it will mean that aristocratic women are best married to aristocratic men.

Even in modern times, the United States has access to advanced health care as a priority for the rich, but this world is very similar. There is no insurance for all the people, so a intelligent society needs money and power to get health care. It tends to be both worthwhile and outrageous to demand from a married person, and it will be difficult for civilians to prepare it for a noble woman.

Whatever the many other factors, I have to say that having different classes "marry their daughters” is extremely problematic.

Now, even in modern times, when people with a lot of problems with marriage over lack of encounters seriously think about marriage without having to worry about being fooled by weird bugs. There are many cases where we take the means of matchmaking.

Because you can pre-filter values and conditions.

That doesn't change in this world either.

Unless you can catch a rich, earned, statusy, good-natured, honest, physically and mentally robust, smart, upper-looking, paedophile person at home. Mostly, what parents use Conne to look for someone within the scope of the compromise.

In other words, although we conceive of various social circumstances and cultural elements, in the Kingdom of God the marriage of aristocratic children is ultimately determined between parents.

"That's why I want Pais to convince those 10,000 year old newlyweds, too."

"Sister Jose, do you want to make a pageant?"

"Yes. Otherwise, our burden would be terrible."

Silviera's husband is a fairly wide-faced figure. At the time of his marriage he was in the position of eldest son, but now he inherits the house.

It seems that he and his wife are trying to find a way to connect with the Mortairn family.

"Sister Cibi's in trouble, too."

"And besides, yeah? Ever since my parents (Mortairn) gave me the Baron, I've been pushing people like me to have the countenance. Honestly, my husband is the limit. In the meantime, I had stomach aches, so I went to see a doctor."

"So you want some loud dog bait for setting up your sister Jose's pageant?"

"The Mortairn family's troubles are coming around for us, so I'm asking you to help me with something."

The Mortairn family has three wizards, agricultural productivity increases year after year, and the most momentous house now, gaining strength with a momentum that doubles each year, even in military terms, and is promoted at a pace once a year.

The person who wants to be close to you is in a mess, and that has become more pronounced especially since the recent Duke.

Many people push that the Mortairn sisters, who have been married to other houses, are not other personnel either, and that they manage to make it convenient for their parents.

In the case of the Herskivi family, although it is still better because it is a brain muscle lineage that "physically” eliminates the impotent in its hands, it nevertheless had less impact.

It is therefore a story that makes me want to feel emotionally sympathetic even as a bibibi, and rather shows understanding. I just say I agree.

Even as Pais, don't just abandon me thinking that maybe 10% of what causes Cibi to be in trouble is his fault.

"Hmm, would you like to meet your father in person and talk to him?

"Uh-huh, I'd love to, but it's awkward to vacate an extra house. It'll take about a month from here."

"No. It turns out that Father's magic can be lent to blood wizards. It won't take long to get back and forth."

Everyone on the spot was surprised by the words of Pais, who said it silly.

Especially the two members of the Herskivi family, for example, cannot hide confusion in important information. Information that is a story that increases the convenience of the Mortairn family in about two stages and, if used successfully, is of considerable benefit.

The first of the wolfish faces to react was still Pais' sisters.

"I mean, Pais can use his father's [metastasis], too?

"Yes, I'm borrowing it from you on this one, so it's as simple as carrying your sister."

"It's lovely, Pais!!

"So!! Stop hugging me on something!!

The reason Cibi was visiting the Herskivi family is that he came to talk to his sister about the measures that made him very annoying around the house. More than half of it was foolishness.

The fact that Pace came by chance means that we talked to him about this being fortunate in setting up our own sister's pageant. If this is to happen, we can push all the people who are pushing us into our own homes into the form of introductions to the culprits (Mortairn).

This is your chance to convince your father (casserole). She also said that she would give me a mouthful. Glad to have a brother who was able to do so, my sister “s” friends "turned Pais into a hug doll again.

But this is not the end of Pace's ordeal.

"... yes, let's take Soiree and Liliana with us"

"Well, they must be in trouble for the same thing."

"How could you not have told me sooner that Pace could use the same magic as your father?"

"If I'd known, I could have helped my parents with a lot more, right?

If two of my sisters gain momentum, there's no way my brother can fight them alone.

Soon, the story will be that four Pais' sisters, married from the Mortairn family, will all return home to their parents.

With the story rolling in an unexpected direction, there was a cold sweat running down the back of the next Lord of the Mortairn family.

"Um? Sister?

"Pais, now you're the same for two, three, four, right? You're not gonna tell me you can't carry it, are you?

"Right, my mother and father will be happy when I get home. Oh, shouldn't I show you my grandson's face at Sister Bibi's too?

"That's a good idea, Cibi. Yeah, let's do that."

"Um... what's my intent?

"What? No?

Strong gaze between the two sisters.

The boy immediately makes a full surrender.

"No way. There is no no no no no no no no to show that the sisters are strongly linked to our home."

Most aristocratic marriages are political marriages.

Because I can appeal to my parents, my daughter-in-law takes care of my wife by taking care of my parents' house, and it is my wife who is taken care of that is worth using as my parents' home.

Hold it. Hold it.

If you wanted to make a friendly appeal with your parents, Pais couldn't stop you. As something that bears noble responsibilities, I cannot say I do not like it even though it is clearly profitable.

"It's settled. Then I'll get ready soon. In the meantime, Pace should bring everyone here once and for all. You know, I'll call your father, you know, you'll have something to do, right?

"... right"

Instant instant, prompt action is the home style of the Mortairn family. Even from Bibi, who should have become a separate person in his daughter-in-law, the lingering incense of the Mortairn family's home style incenses.

I didn't need as much time as I did until Pais returned to Mortairn territory with his sisters in his arms.

It is a paice that I sincerely resent for having convenient magic at times like this.

Four people: Vilve, Silviera, Soilet and Liliana. To this, five additional Josephines, now in dowry training, will be the Mortairn sisters.

My sister Vilvee, whom I can count on as my oldest daughter. Silviera, my second daughter, full of action. Adult but poisonous soilet. Liliana with a sharp spot for being quiet. Josephine with a male victory. Who did you do it to, I have both one and two habits.

Pais sighs at how his sisters are so acu.

He's the only one who doesn't realize who his most habitual sister and brother are.

Get to the territory. No, the tensions in the women show a surge.

"Wow, that's not great"

"Yeah, it's kind of a very big village"

"I miss the view of the distant mountains and such. It hasn't changed."

"Sister Bibi, look, look, that big rock place is turning into something field!!

"Really. Huh? It's getting really urban to have a store. Pais, what the hell is that?

"Ahhh!! Awesome, waterways, waterways. Water is flowing!! Lili, look at this. Here."

It is often said that if three women come near, they will be raped, but there are also four + alpha. It's so noisy that Pace sighs that it's noise pollution instead of fornication. Nostalgia has to be talked about just for a return home that we are all accustomed to, and finding novelty is a nasty boost.

“Um” Pace is the most silent, adult-looking group. Remarkably natural.

By the time a group with extremely high female ratios reached the Mortairn family mansion, circumstances had been passed on throughout the village. Besides, we only kept in touch in advance, so the front door of the Mortairn family is full of Mortairn family.

Mr. and Mrs. Mortairn of Casserole and Anise, “sister” Jose at the bottom. Liquorice, Pace's daughter-in-law, and her squire, as well as her working youngest, are all over the place to see a nostalgic face.

The welcome delegates are, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Mortairn.

"Welcome back, how have you all been?

"Mother, long time no see!!"

Mothers still welcome their daughters home with traditional embrace (hugs).

I will embrace my daughters as I call each and every name, and some grandchildren will be welcome for the same damage.

In the meantime, the difficult story will be tomorrow, and the women returning home will be put through to the guest room with Jose's guidance.

This evening's dinner is an official dinner party as a noble Mortairn family. Welcoming the homecoming of his daughters, his daughter-in-law, meant that Pace was supposed to wave his arms about dessert.

It is only for the record that among the squire, the battle for the guard with the spill of supper took place quite intensely. By the way, the winners are Shiites and Koanthro.

When there was still time before dinner, Casserole called Shiites and Pais to the office.

Once inside, Shiites spills the stupidest of openings.

"I knew it wouldn't be a busy thing for Boy to go elsewhere. Wouldn't it be better if you had a demon in church?

"It's not my fault. It started by coincidence that Sister Sibi was at the House of Herskivi, and the original cause would have been his father's reverence. I've just decided to leave the bear."

"The causes don't matter, and it's now that Pais is friends with the troubles. More than that, it's about my daughters petition."

Casserole was in a complicated mood.

I'm so glad my daughters haven't been back in a long time. But I get a headache with the problems that have been brought in.

"From the house you want to have an edge with the Mortairn family, Sister Jose is the only free person on her body. If I clean up and be the last one, there are some places I'm in a hurry that I won't miss another chance. If you don't mind mumbling, it is inevitable that people will push you to your Bibi sisters as well. I know the reason why it's hard to pay for everything in front of the door because you and your sisters are going to have a relationship."

"Uhm."

"Isn't it hard to say no when you ask me to see you at least just to see you?

"Right."

No way, your son can say no because he's not a face or a retard. I mean it. But there's no way I can tell.

Until now, they have managed to cloud the tea while deluding it, but they have been unable to cut it off since the Baron to the Baron.

"But even if we just let him see us, what are we going to do with that criterion? If we set bad standards, we can line up just Jose's pageant, right?

"Sister Jose is hot, too."

"What if I'm joking? There will be Jose's burden, and number one, we're not free enough to do all that."

"But you can't refuse a meeting all the time. It's hard to draw lines to accept."

"It will."

"Do you decide to marry your sister Jose first?

"Stupid. I don't trust the people who stopped by now. I'm still gonna leave you at home for two years."

"Well, the Admiral's protégé's idiot."

"Say anything. I will protect my daughter's happiness at all costs."

Let them meet to include Jose on the brink of their daughters. You wouldn't mind letting them call you a pageant. The question is on what basis to decide whether or not to meet.

For example, if you draw the title with more than the Earl. I would buy an objection to what the baron is going to do.

Even if you draw lines at your age, the number can't be reduced just by the right age. The extent to which precision can save minors and the elderly.

If it were to be based on intimacy with the Mortairn family, it would become an ambiguous criterion.

Whatever the criterion, I'm sure it will incite dissatisfaction in other houses. If that dissatisfaction were to turn to the Mortairn family, it would not have happened yet, but if you were to turn to the wedding home of your daughters who were married, your fiancée could have bad feelings for the Mortairn family. So if the Mortairns are neglected by their fiancée, the daughters they married may be treated cold.

As a casserole who loves her daughter wholeheartedly, that is unacceptable.

I want to avoid the excessive burden involved in the meeting. However, it is difficult to draw a line that reduces the burden.

Baron Mortairn wonders what's wrong. It is a luxurious concern, considering that there was no one to worry about in this Count's house.

"Then I have one idea. It is a hand that does not set any standards, but that has a very short period of time and very little burden on us."

"Hmm?"

Pace's wisdom in times of trouble.

Both Caserol and Shiites are interested in whether there is such a convenient way.

Explanation of Pais as he stared at Shiites for some reason.

Casserole rejoiced when she heard what it was about, and Shiites had an idea with his head.

It was immediately adopted by casserole and was to be announced at dinner.

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The dinner party was lively.

Because of the sudden decision, Pais is no-touch this time about the contents of the course. I'm not involved.

Although it is an extremely standard menu in the Kingdom of God, it should be noted that the former Ratesh family held cook waved its arm.

Appetizers, soups, meat dishes and salads. All are literally first-class items. It is enough for the cook to brass that it can also be used as it is for the cultivation of the high nobility, and the sisters, who only know the poor Mortairn family, set praise and complaint orally. Complaints are all the same, and it's bad that I started eating delicious food after I was married.

The meal came to an end, and Casserole called Pais when the five sisters flattened the crepe that Pais had behaved as a dessert by replacing it without one exception.

"Sisters, how was your dessert?

"That was awesome, Pais. Let me take it home for a souvenir tomorrow."

"Ah, Sister Bibi, it's sloppy. Nice to meet you too, Pais."

Casserole coughed with Gohon to quell where it was about to get noisy eventually.

Take that and Pais will talk about the purpose of this visit.

"I am asking my sisters if they are bothering you about the Mortairn family, especially Sister Jose. This homecoming was also a discussion about it."

"Right."

"My father and I also considered the matter and came to the conclusion that we would acknowledge the proposal of our sisters with some modifications."

"Fixed?"

"Yes, it's hard as a home to do dozens of opponents in a hiatus. Sister Jose, it will be hard for you, too. The situation remains very unchanged for about a few people. So I thought I'd solve everything in one go."

"Huh? Can you do that?

Pace's insanity is usual and his sisters urge him to continue.

My brother stares around at my sisters' faces.

When he finished watching until the last Jose, he raised his voice softly with a nice smile.

"I hereby declare the organisation of a big pageant, involving all the single families of the Mortairn family"