Sweet Reincarnation

The man regretted it.

The man was mediocre, and normal. We had a natural marriage, we had a child, we loved my child. He had no doubt that the normal routine would continue.

Not until my beloved child is gone.

My former mistake torments my heart with deeper regrets as my death approaches.

Kleyes-Mil-Detmort the name of the man. My son, who is gone, is Anise.

Come on in.

Before the man lying in bed, the boy is brought.

From a sick man, a bloody grandson.

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On the bed, a wrinkled old man slept.

The muscle strength is weakened and only a thin arm like a decaying tree is slightly out on the duvet.

The sleeping man stared at the unfamiliar boy who came in.

The old man soon found out that he was his own grandson.

There is a shadow. Faces and vibes, faces of my own daughter.

She looks a lot like my daughter when she was little.

In spite of the circumstances, I was also going to apologize first, if true, for past decisions that I still regret. But for some reason, the words don't come out.

So I guess, but I was silent in the room for a while.

Breaking the silence was the voice of a boy who had not even changed his voice.

"I'll see you first. My name is Pastry-Mil-Morthern."

"Mm..."

Be behaved by your grandchildren. Kleyes was struck as if he had been hit in the head with gold.

It's something I knew, but I seem to have been poked through my past mistakes again, not sadness, not suffering, slightly different from regret, confused by a strong shock that resembles a sense of impatience.

No, I'm sure regret, sadness and suffering all mixed up, and maybe that's how I felt.

"Kleyes...... bye. Nice of you to come."

I managed to say hello. He couldn't even smile because he was weak, but the old man was relieved that he should still have laughed.

"You look alike."

I had accidentally put it out in my mouth.

When I get older, I can only vividly recall the old days when my son nearly forty years ago, and my daughter more than thirty years ago, was just like this.

"What?"

"Very similar. You look just like that kid when he was little."

An old man who coughs like he's stuck in the back of his throat, rubs his lungs more, and looks sick to ask.

Pace stares at him, who apparently has no doubt that he is ill.

My uncle, who had guided me, rubbed the old man's back and gave him what was the only medicine.

He managed to cure the cough after a while, and continues the conversation with a rough breath.

"As you can see, my father's capacity is not good. Until this morning, I was wondering if I was still okay, but worse than I thought. I would have given it to you on this occasion if I had, but I already thought it would be better in a separate room. Father, do you mind?

The old man nodded in the words of his son as he continued to breathe badly.

"Did you give it to him?

"For more information, let's change places and talk. My father's not feeling well today either."

He said it was a slight conversation, but the look of an old man tired to see.

Pais and Uncle move into a separate room, wondering if they wanted to look this weak.

"I'm sorry."

"What is it?

Noyolues' apology for coming into the room. I didn't know what he was apologizing for, and Pace asked back.

"I let my father's self go out with him. My sister is more than officially out of our home. An invitation from someone else in red. It wasn't weird to say no. Besides, talking from here is only my personal wish. You... No, Sir, I don't mind you taking your seat off at any time."

"Let's just talk about it. Why have you contacted me now? That's why."

"Thanks. I have something I'd like to give you, but it's going to be a long foreclosure, so let's get some tea ready. Have a seat."

Pace calms his hips on a luxurious looking sofa that makes him feel old.

The man who talked to him called the maid by ringing the little bell of preparation with chillin, and he could come up with a cup of tea to prepare.

I guess I was standing by beforehand. I'll be ready for tea soon.

The poison sight is over, and the conversation begins when we sip each other's tea.

"That's a good cup of tea. Is it from the Holy Nation?

"Don't get it, you're right. This is the finest product we can prepare for our guests."

"Looks like you cared."

"At least it feels like it."

Let's start with the chat.

It's a conversation where we explore people for each other.

After dampening your mouth with a whole cup of tea, let alone get down to business.

"How well does Sir know about our home and the Mortairn family's tenacity?

First, check each other's assumptions.

"I hear that my mother was opposed to marrying my father, and ran off, leaping out of the house, and spending time with my father in Mortairn territory. You know, getting married by pushing off the opposite of your parents, cutting off your parents and your kids."

"... yeah, you're right. It's just that the story's a little out of the box."

"The key thing?

Originally neither Casserole nor Anise are the kind of people who tell their children the hard stories of their past. No matter how hard I try, I have the personality to tell you not to worry about it because it's no big deal without even giving it a bite.

With Pais, no, it was possible that because it was Pais, I didn't know the details.

"What happened in the first place was that our house was badly damaged in the war. Me and Aniez's grandfather have been cared for by the Duke of Armia since before the Great War. At that time, his (or his) house was proud of its power, and our house benefited from it. It was decades ago. My grandfather's wife, or our grandmother, has also been married from a house that is deeply connected to the Armiah family. The eldest son was my father."

"Is it the Armaya family? Of the perpetrators of the war?

Speaking of the former Duke of Amiah family, it is a house that betrayed the royal family during the war and ended up losing.

Once enough to monopolize key positions in the state, there were many houses associated (itchy) with the Armaya family. Since the end of the war, the Tribal Royal Party has been thoroughly solemnized, and if only the punished will do so more than a few times.

"Oh. After the war and being punished as a rebel, the Duke of Armaia's family was punished in unison, as were the close relatives. Naturally, there was also punishment at home, where his wife would take him to the Armaya family. Although the execution was spared because he had not been married directly from the Armiah family, he was deemed to have had no merit in the war, no reward, and was fined. After spending a lot of war money, I had nothing to gain and all I had left was a huge debt. I don't know the details of the time, but they said the house was damaged enough to tilt."

"I see."

"You must have had some hard work. My grandfather died shortly after the war. It was my father who inherited the trail. I also had the opinion that it was reasonable because I was a man, but at this time I rubbed it pretty well."

"Why is that?

A creature called aristocracy takes care of blood ties. Since the emphasis is on passing on property from parent to child, there should be no shortage to inherit territory when it comes to children with blood connections.

Pais tilts his neck. To the boy's question, the man went on to answer.

"Because my mother was in the Armaya family. The whole house's opinion was deeply rooted that we should avoid being suspected by the royal family. So my father gave up his lord's seat to my brother"

"I mean, that brother and I are different mothers?

"Good guess and helpful. My grandfather was picking up a side room from the Associate Baron Rehazik house, but the kid is my uncle. Was it the Viscount Rehazik family after the war? By becoming a lord, my uncle was able to receive assistance from Viscount Rehazik, and I was able to restore my family to my debt."

In the name of Viscount Rehajk, Pais felt familiar somewhere. And I immediately remembered it was a mastermind during the pirate crusade uproar.

It seems that it often comes with bad luck.

"What does that have to do with my mother?

"The story gets confusing from here. This Viscount Rehazik said he wanted Anise as a sideroom. As a rehajic who was said to be a rise, I hear he had the aim of deepening his ties to traditional aristocracy. Don't you think that's an offer to get in trouble?

"Yeah, that's for sure"

The person receiving assistance tells me that he wants his daughter for his wife.

It's like being told to give my daughter over to the form of debt, and I don't feel good. Not to mention saying that's your own mother's story. That's right, Pais flashed his face slightly, too.

"As a homeowner, you can't even say no. If you refuse, the house will crumble."

"Ha."

"But we managed to negotiate better terms. My father was passive, but my uncle was aggressive. He said that he had made remarkable negotiations by standing on the table when he could also be a feat for recognizing new masters. That's when Anise told me she was marrying Lord Casserole. If it was us, it was water in my sleeping ear."

"Sounds like a mother."

Pais imagined and grinned bitterly at what his mother would have done when she was younger.

That guy says he's been acting for a long time.

"As for me and as my father, I had to respect my uncle's opinion as a lord, and I couldn't afford to crack it in the house. I had no choice but to oppose my marriage to Lord Casserole in order to unify my opinions throughout the house and in the circumstances that preceded me. I really didn't think I could convince Viscount Rehajk, and it would be all the more so if the person to stake out was Lord Casserole. The same is true of the Rehaziks in that they did well in the war, and the Rehaziks have the upper hand in economic power. If you compare the house to the house, no matter what happens, it's natural for everyone to choose the rehab family."

"I won't deny it"

When it comes to the time when Casserole and Anjes met, the Mortairn family is the nobleman at the bottom. It's like a casserole personal business, where peasants might have richer lives. At a time when casseroles were running around for assistance and maintaining their homes in a way that was very much unchanged from mercenaries.

Compared to a legitimate nobleman, it's not even a comparison.

"If I were to say no, it wasn't a flaw or interest in the house, it was a situation where I had to give the individual married a reason to say no. If you are Lord Casserole personally, you are superior to Viscount Rehazik. He was also a wizard. But with that said, Viscount Rehajk wouldn't be funny. Much worse than saying no due to house circumstances. My uncle couldn't do anything to put mud on his man's face. So I firmly opposed my marriage to Lord Casserole"

Compared to house-to-house, the Rehazik family is on top in terms of all the conditions. On the grounds of their own convenience, they have an extremely advantageous price to pay. So if I refuse, I have to use my personal qualities as a reason.

If they were too sick or had a flaw that was too crude to understand, they would have turned it down for a reason.

But if you force them to squeeze, the other person's heart certificate sucks. Because in a way, being a person is tantamount to saying you're inferior. The more people who are confident in themselves, the more it should come to mind.

"But my mother jumped out of the house"

"That's right. Viscount Rehazik was already quite old at the time. I guess I didn't like to treat you like an old mistress. But I can't even ignore it more than it popped up. To forgive Viscount Rehazik, who was crushed in the face, it was necessary to prove that Anise's actions had nothing to do with our home."

"Does that mean insulation?"

At least, I wouldn't have been able to celebrate my marriage to Casserole. If I did that, I would have suffered the ungrateful stigma of throwing mud on my face with assistance. As a parent, as a nobleman, that choice is unlikely.

"Oh. We were willing to ride, but Anise did" my best. "It was only the untimely end of my daughter personally, and as a head of household, I felt responsible and insulated my daughter and took responsibility. Now Viscount Rehazik has put the spear away for me. At that time, it could have been a war between us and the Rehaziks if we had made a mistake. I think it was an inevitable means."

"Didn't you have the option to work with our father to fight the Rehajics?

"There it is. However, the Rehajics formed a party even at the time, and considered that they could not win to the extent that the Mortairns were on their side, not to mention a few heroes. I don't think that was wrong."

I won't deny it.

If that's the case at the time, the number of squires is three, including Shiites. Grandfather of Casserole, Shiites, Coantro and Balamond. This was all the people I could fight for. I don't have twenty people with my people, so I don't fight properly and win.

Now the Mortairns have the strength to do what they did where they made one or two enemies of the Viscount, but at that time it was before Pais was even born. Common sense decisions would be more correct than the lack of insanity decentralization.

"Recently, however, the environment surrounding our home has changed. Did you know Viscount Rehazik has also fallen since his replacement?

"Yeah, about the rumor."

Rumor has it, it can be Teng himself, who has plunged the current Viscount of Rehazik, but poker face, who doesn't even let that happen every time.

Even if it's Noyolues sitting face-to-face, I wouldn't even imagine Pais making the Rehazik family a cotempan and making it virtual, etc. The only fact he knows is that for some reason the Rehab family has fallen.

"I don't feel like it anymore, but I don't have to shy away from his house. I haven't told my uncle yet, but as a father, I guess he wants to include one of his apologies in Anise. I know I'm sick and I don't have a long way to go, so I guess I'm in a hurry."

"You think that was this invitation?

"That's the thing. Prepared to be ignored, too, I moved. It was my father's last wish."

Pais stares as he listens to his uncle. To identify sincerity.

"... don't you just want to repair your relationship with us for the benefit of your home?

"I'll tell you what, this has nothing to do with the fact that the Mortairns are gaining strength. If my father dies like this, Anise will remain a lump for much longer. As my brother, I'm here to guide you through it."

"Think you can believe it?

My opponent, who has been off the edge for more than twenty years, is now saying he wants to apologize.

It would be natural to suspect that the reason for this is that the Mortairns have increased their forces and want to slip back in the palm of their hand.

But my uncle assured me he didn't feel that way.

"I don't even expect you to believe me right away, and if Anise says she doesn't want to see her face, I'll accept that. I just want you to give this to my sister."

The primary purpose of this invitation, the identity of the object.

Designed to be extremely simple, this necklace features red gems.

"What is this?"

The man responded with a straight face to Pace's sloppy words.

"It is the shape of mine, and of Anise's mother. Of my mother who died ten years ago..."