Sweet Reincarnation

One of the facilities increased by the Mortairn family in the wake of the increase in territory is the Episcopal Church chapel. Former Knight Riptauer territory. There was that in the eastern part of the present Mortarn territory. Extremely simple construction made of wood on a base of qualitative stone piles. The cleanliness that creates a harsh atmosphere but cleanses every corner is a testament above all to the fact that the Church is supported by the devotion of the devout faithful.

The Episcopal Church of Beauvaldia, designated as a national religion, has built worship facilities in some large villages and towns and is striving to preach.

When Mortarn territory was on the southeastern border, so rural that it was superior. It is rare for priests to come to preach just like that, and there is also the fact that if the lord Casserole himself were not a very enthusiastic believer, there would have been no need to build a church.

However, the market has originally determined that in the Kingdom of God, I am confident with military personnel. Even if you don't like it, you're going to see people die, and killing people with your own hands is business. Sick of heart and under a lot of mental stress is the lack of a business model, which can also be described as an occupational disease.

It is the Episcopal Church that saves the hearts and minds of the suffering military personnel.

There was no other church on Liptauer territory than because Sir Liptauer was a very ordinary military man on the market.

This Episcopal Church. Beyond being a religious institution, I have more to do with all of the coronation.

In the Kingdom of God, you are a believer from the moment you are born, and you continue to be a believer until you become a bone.

The word God and Spirit is used in every part of life, and the Church's teachings are imprinted upon doing more than living in the Kingdom of God.

dietary practices, daily morality, and harvest celebrations.

And a wedding.

"Wow, Mr. Shiits, your eyes are dead. Don't you feel sad?

"Compared to Montemocci and Gallaghan looking happy, you're being rounded out with a sense of unwillingness. If you don't look a little happy, you'll be rude to your wife beside you"

"No, she's really a young daughter-in-law. Is that good? You look like a parent, don't you?

The Church now has a ritual in which God and the Spirit pledge true love and become husband and wife.

The only participants who can get inside the church are inside the party's house, but the Mortairns of Casserole and Anjes are attending as a party side of Shiites without parents. The Mortairn principals and other important figures gather, so almost everyone in the Mortairn family is out with their security.

The protagonists of the ceremony are Shiites, led by four people: Gallaghan, Violator and Montemocchi. And four of its partners. Eight in total. She, to celebrate them, the Mortairns were about to celebrate their wedding with a total mobilization.

If we were to get married in the squire's house, there was no way that the master casserole who served would not be present, but the burden was too much, such as attending the wedding three or four times over a short period of time. Whatever happens, it crumbles a day at a wedding, and if you attend four times, four days disappear. If you are a busy Mortairn family from day to day, and everyone, including your squire, is off for four days, etc., you won't be able to get around to work first.

Even if I could tolerate a terrible accumulation of work, it would also be troublesome to say that the sequence is sequential because the order is later (later). The idea of giving priority to people with higher sequences to have a wedding is deeply rooted. If you're wrong, don't reverse the order of your squire and newcomers.

The Mortairn family has a relatively low sense of sequence. It's a flat family style, but it doesn't always go as far as your opponent's house, so if you want to avoid taking care of them, they'll all marry at the same time.

That's why the wedding was held jointly this time.

But even if it's supposed to be a celebration in the house where the four of us should be equally celebrated, it's almost focused on a set of conversation stories.

Whoever it is, Shiites, the squire and head of the private army, and his partner Tanyasti.

Since the duel disturbance earlier, it's enough to say that there hasn't been a day without rumors. Rumored brides and grooms lined up in sunny clothes in a place that looked good through the doors of an open church. Usually shiites with bad attitudes also look like full of gentlemen if they are dressed and adulterated.

"Is that Viscount Batzien over there?

"That's right. He is a battle freak who asked Shiites, who will be his daughter's husband, to give him an arms test and call for more mock warfare. There are rumours that my daughter praised Shiites for her physical tricks."

"That's not a rumor."

Pais pinches his mouth to the conversation of his squire.

"Young lady"

"I saw the Viscount himself praising his daughter. Seeing you praise your daughter for dropping a man with strength, I realized it was difficult to understand different cultures. Plus, the demands of mock warfare are true. I've been in meetings, meetings, marriages, etc., and I've seen the Viscount himself and the family of the Viscount challenging Shiites many times."

"Many times?

"After showing so much strength, you can win or lose something good if you lose well and give up Ments over there, because Naomi Shiites doesn't like to lose either. That seems to motivate the other side to fight extra, and my daughter's husband deserves it. Every time we meet each other in the face, we are frightened of each other."

"Heh. I'm talking about the squire chief, so I thought I was going to push him into the young lady's side room, too. You're playing son-in-law pretty seriously. Did you like the girl?"

Shiites have long been celibate.

A born free man, who doesn't like to bind women or to be bound by women. Playboy collapse enjoyers. It was even said that it would be better for a woman to stab her first than for an enemy to stab her.

It should have been heartfelt unwillingness to have been decided to marry there, just because it was a pageant that didn't stop from the standpoint of being a single squire chief.

But then he is also a man of a strong sense of responsibility. It seems paradoxical that you are a player but have a strong sense of responsibility, but the facts are facts.

There is absolutely no childishness to the woman who won her marriage until she was ashamed of herself in front of a large crowd. As an adult man only, he also had the political sense to try to find a place to drop it in peace.

If you want to live up to your responsibilities in a duel while you pierce your doctrine and then face the other's house, there is no other way to put together a marriage with a man who is better than you without letting them lose the benefits they gain from marrying you.

A man on more than Shiites terms. A wizard and a martial arts medal. A heavy town in the Mortairn family. There's only two of us if it's any more. It's casserole or pais.

It is not pleasant to let Casserole marry a woman younger than her daughter. If so, Shiitely, where you want to run away with Pais as your substitute at all costs. I tried to move it to be true.

"I didn't seem fit for the Viscount or Miss Tanya's glasses."

"Well, why is that again?

"I mean, if you don't work out more, you don't rely on me. He hasn't even cracked his abs. That means the child is not a man, and Shiites decided to marry Miss Tanya. Well, even if it was suitable for glasses, I said no."

"The young lady will have Mr. Liquorice?

"You know what I mean. Regular and side rooms that haven't changed much in years? It just creates a home commotion. Out of the question and the Shiites proposal were rejected. It was pretty sticky, but I just truncated that my father was ugly, and Shiites seemed to have noticed it too. That's why I'm in church."

Church rituals, too, are near the end.

Once each other's contract is signed, the bride and groom will be a new couple in the sun.

"Congratulations!!

"Congratulations!!

The bride and groom came out of the church.

The gift of a flower shower from the inhabitants, where four couples came out with their arms in each.

Colorful petals were dancing, blessing everyone who seemed happy except one.

"Well, then let's go to the reception hall. The first squad will continue to escort the brides. Until the color change is over, please."

"Yes."

At the end of the church's staunch ceremony, it will be a reception that will be attended outside the body.

This time there were four daughters-in-law and son-in-law to be married from other territories, so there are quite a few participants from other territories.

We can't fail to guard as some resentful Mortairn family because of the large gathering of strangers.

The bride and groom will be splashed second-hand until the colour change of the four brides is over, and the guests will be the same again. Some relatives accompany the bride, while others accompany the groom to the reception hall. Where I am wary that this is the easiest time to be targeted.

Note that the leader of this Bride's Side Security is Corona. She also attended the pageant, but only more friends in the same situation. I'm just plain heartbroken that my colleague Bio has gotten me ahead of him, too. But she's the only female squire, so it's a spiritually hard job that Corona's the only one who can guard herself inside the change. Casserole and Pais are ghosts because they make the guards of the brides full of happiness a single and hasty woman.

Nicolo and others, who could not find someone at the pageant as well, were squeaky to make fun of Shiites. Compared to that, I guess Corona hasn't stained the Mortairn family yet. I don't know which is happier.

"That's exciting."

"Looks like there's someone already drunk?

"Let's not say wild in the congratulatory seat. It's a customer, and you can push our common sense and just rub it."

The reception will be held for the bride and groom to know each other's relatives. A human being is a strange thing, and once you look at each other and drink, you get along with nature. Without the steadfastness that official pre-construction requires, teaching each other their private parts brings the sense of distance closer, and I can also play the story because I can make a point of discussing alcohol on a common topic even when we meet face to face on another day.

But if you expose yourself to ugliness, it's counterproductive.

A reception is a different culture for each territory, and common sense is different. What we have in common is that the ugly and unnecessarily violent people don't like it. Something that has important information about nature that you can glimpse where alcohol has entered and reason has diminished.

What was noisy just for the grooms for a while is all the more exciting when the brides reappear dressed in costumes. There are four beautiful brides. Compliments pour down like a flower shower ahead from here and there.

"Nicolo."

"Yes, yes, what is it"

"It's time to show off the example stuff. You're ready."

"It's perfect. Drain participants."

Upon instruction, Nicolo brought a large cloth to the reception hall. No, it's something huge hidden in cloth, correctly.

It would be as big as a person's back length. Something that is put on a pedestal and carried by four people. Suspicious objects carried by humans who should be wary of suspicious objects.

Attention, everyone.

Participants' eyes gather together.

The cloth was removed during the popular circle.

"Ooh!!

It was the big tower that showed up.

The shape is like the oblique tower of Pisa, which is not oblique. A staged upright tower reminiscent of a medieval European mansion. It has a structure with many columns and arches, reminiscent of Romanesque architecture, and there is a geometric beauty to the fact that several semicircles line up regularly. Did you reproduce marble construction or elaborate finishing carved up to one stone combination at a time? It is a glowing design with aesthetic taste, and by distributing plants that dare to branch in symmetrical lines between the left and right, it is a craft that combines inorganic beauty with the warmth of plants. Exactly the art where colour is also calculated by wrapping green pigeons around pure white walls.

"A kind of Pies Monte. It's a tower object made of pastillage. I would also call it sugarcraft, a decorative treat that is consolidated using sugar, egg whites, gelatin, etc. It is a delicacy that has been created using the financial resources of our Mortairn family at all costs. Enjoy yourselves in your mouth as well as watching."

To the word "sugar confectionery," Pais said, the venue continued.

Sugar is a luxury product that requires even a spoon of silver coin. I can't imagine how much sugar would have cost just to recreate a building as long as a person's back. It's still top secret that all ingredients are made-in-mortairn.

The demonstration had a full score effect, showing off the bottom line of the Mortairn family.

Quickly and all, people get together. No, we got together.

"Boy, that must be too much."

"Oh Shiits, can I leave my lovely wife alone?

"It's good. The bride and the bridegroom are on the sidelines because of the boy. Why are you offering more luxury and prominence than a bridesmaid's costume? What will you do if you take the lead?"

"I thought it was a celebration of Shiites' wedding and I stuck around... ahem"

A silver-haired boy puts out his tongue with a slight uplift.

"You're not cute. It's not cute at all. And enough bruising. Come on."

As for this scattered taunted Shiites from the previous pageant, he slaps his mouth lightly on Pais all the way down here and puts a lot of stress on him.

"Oh, there's Mr. Shiites here."

"It's a tease, Chief. I'm just jealous that I got a young wife. Sitting beside a clean bride, masculine and grand, monopolize the gaze of jealousy."

"You both would be drunk. The guards aren't drinking!!

But people like Glass and Corn caught Shiites. The reception venue begins to be engulfed in the chaos of the earliest banquet.

"You smell like an ass in a celebratory seat, Mr. Shiits. Young kids don't like that, do they? Oh, newlyweds and nothing like that. You're in love with her."

"I'm not a dull arm with about a glass of wine. Therefore, there is no inconvenience in security. Unlike the chief squire who takes unconsciousness with one or two of a woman's breasts."

"Shit, don't get tangled up in me!! Get over there!!

"Fair enough."

"Not really."

It is often at receptions that the groom is groomed, including Shiites. Leah, the bastard who married a beautiful woman, should be celebrated clean from those who are still single. Under the rationale, Shiites was taken to the noisiest part of the venue.

Everyone celebrates that the most delicious part of the reception cannot be anything other than Shiites.

Pais was trying to escape from such a chaos crucible because he couldn't drink. If bad adults catch you, they can force you to drink your children.

The boy who was about to leave the venue. There was a man who spoke up to him who was acting inconspicuously.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Oh, wait."

"Yes? This is Viscount Batzien. I congratulate you in advance on your son's marriage. It's a comforting experience for us."

"The social dictionary is good. I'd like to ask Sir (Kai) a few questions. If you can, keep it a secret from my daughter."

"To me?

Boy and the incompatible pair of Viscounts who are likely to mistake him for a bodybuilder.

The conversations between the two were never heard by anyone else thanks to the hustle and bustle of the venue.