Sweet Reincarnation

"Did you have a past like that with your mother-in-law?"

"I was surprised to hear that, too."

The courtyard of the Lordship Hall, in the main village of Mortairn territory.

Set of white tables and chairs under broad-leaved trees planted in sunny areas. On the table are tea with good leaves and ginger cookies made of paste.

By a young couple of Liquorice and Pais, one time in a group. An idyllic afternoon.

"What was your uncle like?

"As far as we're talking, I have the impression that it's normal. I don't have the same impression of awesomeness as when I talked to Rico's father or the honorary style of intelligence as when I talked to Lord Sucre, but I didn't even think of him as a bad person. I have the impression that you're going to be everywhere."

"But you felt awesome for my father, Mr. Pais."

"The boulders are in the style of a party leader. Speaking of which, what was your impression of the previous Huberlek border uncle from Rico?

"My father was an amazing man from me. He was very scary when he got angry, wasn't he? We stay away from each other when we're at work, and we seem busy. When I was little, I was unhappy with all my brothers."

"Was Rico your father and son?"

The atmosphere between the two is really soothing. Unique to newlyweds, it has a peachy atmosphere. Friendly sweet space.

Except that beside Liquorice, there is Ms Caerra, who gives her a good glance with a tight eye.

"Was Mr. Pais your father and son?

"What do you think? I respected my father since I was a little girl, but when I was intent on it, I had a mouthful of my parents' work, so it didn't mean sweet to my father. If you dare to say it in relative terms, is it a mother-to-be?

"Did you sweeten your mother-in-law? I can't imagine."

Liquorice tried to imagine a scene where Pais was sweet to Anise. I can't imagine. I can easily imagine Pais reluctant to accept Anise.

"My sister was sweeter than me. I don't like to be toyed with by my sisters and my mother, but I only remember running away."

"Really? Then I'll ask your mother-in-law next time."

Pais laughed bitterly at Liquorice, who laughed at him.

Things like my own childhood are rarely memories that people are happy to know about. Apart from the fact that it is still a year to be considered a child.

"But your mother-in-law is in King's Capital now, so you won't even see her."

"Earlier, right? I've seen him in the meantime."

"Really?

"Yes, on my uncle's errand earlier... my mother was crying."

To Pace's words, Liquorice was reasonably surprised. Unexpectedly, he stares seriously at Pace's face.

Because I wonder if that audacious stepmother's crying is quite a thing.

"Huh!? What happened?"

"It will be longer if we talk..."

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Father and son were face-to-face at the Mortairn family apartment in Wangdu.

"Pais, it's rare to come from you. Looking good, above all."

"Thank you for your time, Father."

"What, I don't mind. My men will understand if my son asks."

Baron Mortairn is a human who keeps a battalion currently being restructured and trained in the King's Capital. The military thing is roughly a group that fights in a team play of collaboration and coordination, not a prominent human individual play. The most important thing in restructuring was how to coordinate and also link a new team called the restructured battalion.

In this regard, it is not as interesting as the Mortaire Army, which was a one-man team in Casserole. One way or another, the Mortarn army is more unusual.

Leadership casseroles also continued to struggle badly as each day spent busy days of training, training, and training. Being a captain also has responsibilities such as human resources, finance, supply, and guidance, so there are many desk jobs in addition to regular training.

I mean, I'm busy.

Casserole says confidently, but it doesn't mean the captain can leave his job alone if he wants to.

The real meaning of the fact that my people show me understanding. The pro moron of casserole is quite famous in the king's capital, so it means that it is quite understood in that everyone has given up now that it is.

My men are also telling me to give up.

"So, what's an errand?

"… it's about my mother's home"

Pais has a slightly sinister face against a smiling casserole.

It is the father who wonders if anything has happened. Apparently, I guess I didn't just have errands to run.

"Hmm, then should I call Anise?"

"Yes, but before I do, I thought it would be better if I talked to my father."

Even if it's about my wife's home, the head of the Mortairn family is Casserole. It is obvious that I should talk to my parents first. The father nodded at his son's words.

"Recently, at the invitation of Sir Noyolues-Detmort, I met the Barons of Detmort"

"Mm?"

When Casserole heard of Noyolues, she thought only for a moment who she was talking about, but soon found out she was her brother-in-law.

It was a name that I was trying intentionally not to recall, so I couldn't help but know.

I guess that thought was on my face. My son continued the conversation with a little more care.

"I know my father and mother are cut off from each other, but I'm not. The invitation was addressed not only to Mortarn people, such as fathers and mothers, but also to the lords of Mortarn territory, so I, the deputy to the lord, would not be rude. At first, I thought I'd dress up, and I thought I'd just listen."

"Well, if that's what you decided about territory, I wouldn't disagree. There won't be a problem."

"Lord Noyolues looked fine. He said he couldn't show his father or mother his face because of the circumstances at home, but he was happy to see me."

"Right. I'm sure you won't have to take over the problems of our generation. If Pace decides to meet, and it doesn't seem to be a problem, nothing from me... Hmm? Lord Noyolues, did you say" is ”?

That's a nobleman full of casseroles, too. I didn't miss hearing about the subtle expression of my son's words either.

"Yeah. I've also met Lord Kleyes, the former baron, in a situation where he's already in the hospital bed and he doesn't have as much life left. If you say it without decorating your words, you're dying."

"It's been quite a while."

The previous Baron Detmalt is about seventy years old. In the Kingdom of God, where child lethality is high and average age is not so high, it falls into the category of considerable longevity.

"He once regretted not being able to reach out to the Armiah and Rehazik families and cutting off the edge of his mother and his parents and children. Now that the influence of the other two houses is gone, he wants to apologize if he can. Based on that, you probably meant it."

"Now you are. At least ten years ago, I could show him my grandson's face."

Speaking of ten years ago, it was a time when the Mortairns were in distress. When people were growing but their income remained the same and they endured the ordeal with continued deficits.

If you soften your attitude at that time, or if you help me at all. Relationship improvement would have progressed dramatically. There's casserole magic, and I should have been able to take one of my grandchildren's faces to show them.

In the last decade the Mortairns dramatically improved their status to increase their income. Even now that we're rich and apologizing for the old days, even if we don't feel like it, we can only see it as snuggling away from the surroundings.

If you create a misconception that if you appeal to the affection of your flesh parents, you can push through some irrationality, etc., it is more obvious than seeing fire that there will be elephant flies gathered not only in the Mortairn family but also in the Detmort family. You can't be licked. You can't even look sweeter.

"Did you even tell me you were improving your relationship? Or did you make any demands?

"No, nothing that can be called a demand. It's just that I've heard about the current state of the former Baron and what he saw from the other side about his past."

"Right. So you're saying we keep the status quo."

Even if Pais learns about past circumstances and history, there is nothing else to be ashamed of about Casserole. Even if it's true that I was powerless and poor in the past, I'm not going to hide it.

Things may be going on over there, but nothing has changed except that my son (Pace) can be sure he's on his side. Both houses remain cut off. We don't need to worry about the other side in particular, we just don't get involved.

To the words of Casserole, who so decided, Pais shook his neck to the side. Keep it up, take out the ornament you had.

"Actually, I took this from my mother's home"

"What's this?

What Pace put on the table was a necklace of shapes he had come to keep. I can tell the design itself is old, but the jewellery attached would be worth a lot.

"I have kept it from the Baron Detmort family. He wants me to give it to his mother."

"To Anise? Are you saying it's not just a decoration or a groove?"

"Yeah. At first I thought I'd go back, but there was a situation. This is what Mother Mother left behind, the former Baroness Detmort."

Casserole, who suspected it to be a bribe or something, is surprised by what his son said.

About the fact that my mother-in-law, who was very similar to Anise, had already been summoned to God. Parents die before their children. About that common sense that made me feel strong again.

"What!? Has the wife died? What time is it?

"They say it was about ten years ago. She was worried about her mother until the end."

"Right..."

Casserole meditated.

Anise's parents and brothers did not hate Anise. I was merely opposed to marrying Casserole, so to speak, because I had the burden of tearing Anniece and her parents apart.

Although I am grateful and loving to Anise for choosing me and following me, I am also guilty if I say that I did not even see my mother's death because of me.

It's easy to rub the blame off because it's narrow on the other side, but Casserole knows there are circumstances that you can't generally say so, and it's not as irresponsible as you can blame people.

My judgment, the judgment of Anise, and the judgment of the Detmort family. I don't think any of this was a mistake, but the fact that the results are this is an overly harsh story.

Therefore, the man took only one sigh with complicated thoughts.

"If that's the case, you can't just not tell Anise."

"Yes. Shall I tell you from me?

"No, this will be something I have to tell you. Pais, can you get Anise?"

"Okay."

It took an hour for Pais to find Anise and go get her.

It is the new home of the unfamiliar King's Capital, because he did not know what he was doing. In the meantime, casserole has always been troubled.

I heard you wanted to talk to me.

"Oh, yeah"

Anise entered the waiting room of the casserole with Pais. It's not like I've been with Dada for a long time, so I detected that Casserole, who has a seemingly uncharacteristically strange face, has some pretty serious troubles and grids.

She knows her husband well that he wants to keep it out of the table as much as he does when it's hard, painful, or troubled.

"Well sit down. It's a gift, but there are herbal teas that are popular in the Wang capital. They say it's a calming cup of tea. You'd drink, too, wouldn't you?

"Well, it's unusual for you to be so careful"

"Sometimes it'll be good"

At the behest of the casserole, the samurai prepares the tea. Of course, so is Pace's share.

The three of us had tea silently for a while. It was the casserole that broke the silence.

Masculine, clean, knightly, squarely, clouding tea.

"Well, Anise. Don't be surprised to hear that Pais visited the Baron Detmort house the other day at the invitation of Lord Noyolues"

"Well."

My brother-in-law said it was a breath disaster.

To her husband's words, his wife breathed heavily in one breath.

Only for the breath you inhale, reply with a loud sigh.

"... yes. I'm glad to hear what's going on because I've been alienated. What could I do for you?

Both houses in an intermittent pattern that cuts off the edge and ignores all coronations. Until you bring up your last handover, if it's an invitation all of a sudden, Anise will know enough to assume that it's not a problem.

"I hear Lord Kleyes is sick and in danger. I don't have many lives left. And I hear Madame was already dead."

To my husband's words, I just have to be surprised, Anise.

"Once upon a time, would it be more than twenty years ago? Remember when you two visited me wanting me to marry you?

"Yeah. Of course."

"At that time. Yes, when they opposed marriage and wondered if I had to give up. You told me that you would follow even if you abandoned the house. I still remember clearly."

"I remember you too."

"I was happy, and I still appreciate that. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel sorry for you. I wish I had more power."

"It's my choice. It's not your fault."

"But I couldn't even say goodbye without even knowing the death of my mother. Sorry."

It's not just the casserole's fault. No, if it's about responsibility, it'll be on me or my parents' house. Don't carry it alone.

Yes, Anise shrugged.

"Even now, I think, Pais has deposited the shapes of his wife. What to do with this. It's up to you. If you can't take it, Pais will go and give it back."

"... may I have a moment to think about it?"

"Oh, I don't mind"

Suddenly, my mother was dead. My father is dying, too. Even so, there's no way they're going to stay calm.

She remembers her childhood.

That I was raised without liberty as a baroness, and that my parents had a very normal love for me.

When I was only five or six. My brother laughed and hid from me when I ran away to my brother's room because I didn't like dowry training. And it's what pissed me off from my mother when we were two.

At the time of my social debut, my mother seemed happier than I was. I talked to my mother and I for hours without ever getting tired of what clothes were good.

I have all sorts of memories, whether it was fun or hard. I was still remembering that.

Anise herself was also raised with love from her mother, just as Anise directed her children (Pais). Accepting the death of a loved one takes time. With that said, Anise returns to her chamber with her shapes in her hand.

Pais notices dropping off her mother's back as she walks out of the room. That my mother's eyes were moist.

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"Your mother-in-law's been having a hard time, too."

"Right. It's a sad story, despite the circumstances of the house."

A world where people's lives are light. Death is always close.

But that's not why I'm used to it.

Liquorice is going to be depressed to see if we can reach out to anyone who grieves right next to us.

But that's where I find out. I thought my husband might have reached out to someone who was still grieving. I was wondering if I was one of them.

"Mr. Pais."

"Yes?"

"Can't we cheer up some mother-in-law?

In the eyes of serious Liquorice, Pais was moved by his heart.

It should have been my pleasure as a confectioner to make people smile more than my ex. Then isn't it also my job to wipe my mother's grief and make her smile?

Yes, my heart moved.

Drinking up all the tea left in the teacup at once, Pais rises up determined.

"Rico, can you give me a hand?

"Yes, of course."

The couple had disappeared from under the tree.