Sweet Reincarnation

The home of Pais' mother, Anise. The party at Baron Detmort's house was correspondingly lively. A party branded as a dinner party that deepens rapport.

A venue is available in the large hall of the mansion that gives a rich feel to the tradition of the old house, with many people on edge invited.

The Baron Detmort family is a common stream of the Leamp family that once boasted power as a heavy town in the internal affairs valves. The Detmort-Liemp family will be the ancestors. The Leamp family has been in abeyance for a long time, but for a time it was famous enough to form a party on its own. However, with each generation, its fame has also been lost.

Still, the format, which can also be called the style cultivated over the years, is alive and well. The venue was also decorated with elaborate and luxurious decorations, including portraits of historical contemporaries dating back more than a hundred years, a treasure sword of the King's gift of the past, and a high medal awarded by the Lord several generations earlier.

It would be a guy named Difference in Character that an emerging aristocrat would never be able to handle.

"That's Baron Detmort's house"

"Dear Pastry, I'm starting to feel somewhat out of place. I'm nervous when I think about the mission."

At such a traditional breathtaking Baron Detmort dinner party, the Mortairn family princess Pastry was invited to attend. To put it more correctly, it was an invitation that came to the lord of Mortaire territory, so the lord's proxy Pais took part in it with dignity. Unlike the son participating as a nominee, as before, the proxy has stronger substantive authority. It's like the difference between a president's son coming or a vice president coming.

Behind the pais stands the batch thing Batchley-Maurette.

He also wore some standing behavior at the gathering place of the nobility only from the squire family, and was given this role as impeccable for escorting behind the pais.

"It's okay. I don't even think you're going to be doing anything at home right now, so take it easy."

"Having said that, if anything happens to Master Pastry, we're in big trouble. I have to stay focused and do my job."

"Exaggerate."

"It's true."

Batch is my first external assignment, which means I'm nervous. Therefore, my body was stretched against the bees. Tickles and the like are dry on the crust and I can tell you are unfamiliar to see them.

The Mortairns have also been entrusted with the position of military family by Casserole, and are not seen as a weak nobleman of an elephant like the one who was there at the earliest. At first, he would be considered an important position in the state, and would be called with dignity wherever he went. If you take a licking attitude, you can turn the National Army against your enemies if you do poorly.

A presence that has become treated as a special clan rather than a few substitute cluttered, inexperienced newcomers. As long as it's not "so dumb," I'll be careful.

On the face of the royal family, the house was born with a liver headed by a military family. Since there are rarely people who work disrespectfully for such a Mortairn family, I don't even think there is a risk that the batch would worry about it.

In the first place, the accustomed pais is also more powerful than the batch of suspicious behavior. In case, Pace will be on the side of protecting the batch. If you don't mind the mundane means, you are powerful enough to get into the triple-finger even in the venue. That's Pais. I don't know which one of them is the escort.

To a chunk of insanity, a common sense escort is useless. I only have batches because I can't lick them. It's just a formality.

"If Master Pastry is gone now, who will tease us?"

"Don't you have a sister, Jose? Your sister has the strength, too, right?

"I do not deny that Master Josephine is excellent, but of different quality. I know you will be able to protect existing industries and previous territories, but you will not be able to make new ones or have a rushing idea. I don't think the excellence needed to maintain the status quo is the same as the excellence needed to create new ones. The latter is what the Mortairns want today, and only Pastry can do that."

The batch is that the parents pay for the Bombino family spectrum. I have heard of the trouble caused by the pastries of the Mortairn family, as well as a number of other miracles. There is no such thing as a martial arts tradition during a pirate crusade that the Viscounts do not know. I've heard so many rumors about it as a batch, and when it comes to not admiring it, it's a lie.

Even after being hired by the Mortairn family, I have had a sincere respect for the wisdom and strength of the next lord who is (but not) rumored to be. with confirmation of your strength as a troublemaker.

Therefore, I am loyal to my next lord with the most tangible facts, even more serious thoughts about Pais than the new servants from Mortairn territory who do not know other houses well.

I'm still standing beside Pais with my eyes sparkling again, but since I'm standing on the back side of Pais, I don't notice Pais about the brilliance of his eyes. No, we're talking unaware.

"Hmm, you think about something interesting inside. Did the batch think of that for itself?

"No. We heard from the seniors, and we talked about both the synchronization. It's what we all feel, not just me. Especially since the seniors seem to feel that way more than we do."

"Then the seniors are wrong. I'm not good at creating new things from scratch, even if I can look at existing things. Same as your sister."

"Really?

"That's right. It's very hard to think about original sweets in particular, it's quite difficult"

"I'm not talking about sweets..."

Regardless of the fact that about half of Pace's thinking is always a treat, the meeting gets busier as we chat.

And if it gets busy around, the child's paice stands out even if he doesn't like it.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I had no idea Sir would be here."

"Uh... this is Associate Baron Goebahife, we're out of time"

Diruno-Mil-Gobahiffe has been the one who has been speaking up. A man in his early twenties with an okapa head, the head of the Goba Hiffe Associate Baron family. He has the neurotic thin eyes of a father concession, and there's a height difference and he doesn't break down the attitude of looking down at Pace.

As a distant relative to Anise's home, he will therefore also be a distant relative to Pais. Most importantly, it was a house that had been alienated since the Mortairns cut off from each other's parents' homes, and Pais had a little difficulty remembering who they were.

Pais, the baroness's son, was conscious of the fact that he didn't have to suck if he spoke from the other side because he would be treated like an associate baron in a social setting.

"Hasn't Lord Casserole or Lord Anise come today? I just wanted to say hello because you both haven't had a chance to see it in a while."

"My parents are now in Wangdu."

Associate Baron Gobahiffe's mouth was half a laugh.

The derisive laughter that Anise or Casserole herself must have sent her son in because she couldn't possibly even go out where she was cut off from.

For those close to the Baron Detmort family, Anise is to have been banished from her parents' home and cut off from the edge. From a human close to the Mortairn family, we see it differently in the subjective part because we are talking about cutting off the edge from ourselves.

It doesn't make any difference that you're cutting off the edge, but if you think you ran away from home or if you see you've been kicked out of the house, it changes the meaning.

"To the king's capital?

"Yes, I have a little work to do and my father and mother are on their way to King's Capital"

"No, it seems like you're busy with a lot of things when it comes to as much as the Mortairns. You don't even have time to face us."

I guess it's not even a big job anyway. Don't you still just have a bad bat and can't show your face?

Words that give a flirty peek at the meaning of such contempt.

Pais and others are also accustomed to socializing, and this provocative behavior of the hand has been present before, so he looks fine.

It was the batch that couldn't stay calm. Both Casserole and Pais are respectable bosses, and the face of the Mortairn family is their own valued companion. I roughed up my emotions that there was no derogatory sardine. If Pais hadn't stopped me, I could have put my hand on the sword.

Seeing such an escort makes me feel even better, such as Associate Baron Gobahiffe. With half a laugh, I just look at you telling me to try to pull out my sword if it's something I can pull out.

"You're right, it may not be as much work as it is. Anyway, my father is a martial arts man, and he's not fit for a job as elegant as the Gorba Hiffe family."

"You will, you will. But whatever small, trivial job someone has to do. It's a fine thing, but it doesn't make a difference. So, what kind of work are they doing? There's no way you could use someone like Sir Casserole-Mortellen to clean the rubbish off your dob?

The face of the Associate Baron who asked if it was a job he could tell people.

The batch thinks I want to punch him in the face that he seems to be good at, etc., but for some reason Pais pushes it off. With a smiling smile.

"No, it's like a cleaner as you said. There were many people in the Wang capital, and proportionately, there seems to be quite a lot of raw rubbish. He said he ordered the clerk to clean it. What a whisper job."

"Whatever."

Laughter disappears from the face of Associate Baron Gobahiffe when he tells Pais that his father's job is garbage cleaning. Instead, I got eyes like I could not help but see something dirty.

My eyes are searching for sincerity, whether or not I'm really supposed to be doing a grappling job.

"... it would be a job well served if it were the Mortairn family. It's a really good job."

"Thank you for the compliment. By the way, he said this job was ordered from the Kadreček military script, and that His Excellency the Duke immediately bowed his head and asked his father to come."

"Waste cleaning?

"Yeah. He says it's the pests and raw waste that nest in the king's capital that my father cleans. It is usually heard as a business to clean up thieves who vandalize people's wealth or evil men who have no enemies of the royal family. But it would be a shame if my father wasn't here today. If I were here, I'd be busy with my job enthusiastic father."

Associate Baron Gobahiffe also probably has a disgusting personality, but it wasn't Pais who stayed hit and did as he was told.

I can't wait to double their dislike and say it back.

Dark, all I'm saying is you're garbage. The Associate Baron blushed with a momentum that turned his head upside down.

Finally, the batch also lowers the drink retention here. Tell him more, etc., while inside stirring up Pais.

"Hmm, looks like the Duke of Kadrecek is going through so much trouble. We don't have enough men."

"Exactly. It seems difficult to go along with the lack of human resources. He says he has a lot of empty incompetence in his contents just to boast of his family, and his father decided to keep the battalion without stopping? His Excellency the Military Lordship was also mourning. As a homeowner, I also feel that I am severely underpowered, but I can't help but ask for it because my lord doesn't have anyone else. It will follow military orders and only do the slightest. No, with all the antiques that don't help, you'll be in trouble up there. To those who are at all better, do you think they are cheering up ahead of the restructuring of the national army? Didn't Lord Goebahiffe have a message for you? Oh, excuse me, that was a stupid question."

"Huh...!!

It is a battle of tongues, disguised as public discourse. When this happens, Pais doesn't look good on the outside and is strong.

During the restructuring of the central army, the Duke of Kadreček speaks out to a man of strength. In particular, the FRY humans, almost all of whom have no posts of command, were pulling to the centre as a matter of priority from the best in the restructuring.

I was told you would be incompetent. The same Associate Baron Goebahife just tries to rave his voice and protest.

But it is inhibited by the intruders.

"Could you keep it around there?"

It was the family of the Baron Detmort family, the organizer of the meeting, who came in for the cut. Noyorues-Mil-Detmort, who assists the lord.

When an unexpected intrusion came in, Associate Baron Goebahiffe left the scene as he pounded his tongue.

"I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable. I was actually going to say hello before this happened, because they were holding me back over there. I hope you're not offended."

"Almost there, I think it was some kind of mistake to accept the invitation"

"I don't want you to say that you don't like it. Oh, I guess I didn't even thank you yet. Thanks for responding to my invitation. Honestly, I was surprised because I thought they'd turn me down or ignore me. Nice to meet you again. Noyolues-Mil-Detmort. Should I introduce myself to Sir Anise's brother? I can't call myself Uncle because of your circumstances, but I'm glad to see my nephew."

"It's Pastry-Mil-Morthern. It's an honor to invite you."

Exchange social dictionary greetings with each other. Apparently, Pace thought of her mother's face, saying that her personality was many siblings and resemblances.

"So what's the purpose of this invitation?"

Invitation from someone who has never been in touch with anything but alienation. Whatever the intent, it must mean a lot.

In the first place, Pais responded to this invitation because the invitation had come under his uncle's personal name, not from the Detmort family. The Mortairns and Detmorts are cut off from each other and are not unfaithful, but there is no remorse apart for the brothers and sisters of Anise and Noyolues. At least that's what Pace hears.

Most importantly, the edge of this sibling is the last remaining edge between the Mortairns and the Detmorts. If this cuts off, you'll really be a more alienated opponent than others, with no edge whatsoever. It could be the last trump card from the Detmort family.

If the invitation from Noyolues is ignored, I know the last trump card will be gone, too, and the invitation sent. Pais's judgment, which he considered to be profound, is not incorrect.

To the boy's words, the man hitting his uncle looked sinister in blood.

"Actually, my father got sick. In rhetoric, my sister...... no, sometimes I called Mrs Mortairn's name. I am aware of the remorse of both families, and I know how you feel, but as a son, I feel distressed. I know it's an impossible favor, and I'll thank you. I was wondering if you could meet me after this."

"That's the reason for the invitation. Convinced. Is the illness, quite bad?

"Oh. Honestly, it's not long away. Maybe six months."

Pais asked about his grandfather's container on blood.

I nodded if I only met him.