Sweet Reincarnation

Late at night.

Words were exchanged in the words of parents and children at the King's Capital Mansion of the Mortairn family. Sitting facing the couch in the office, tea is placed in front of each.

Parents and children facing each other are the proud son Pastry of the Mortairn family and our Lord Casserole. What we talk about, of course, is our interaction with the Baron Detmort family and Anise's attitude.

"I see Anise did that"

"Yes. I didn't think my mother would think that far."

To his son's words, my father wet his mouth with a sip of tea.

Try to swallow the words that came out to your throat and swallow the tea.

Ha and sigh, my father says as he whines.

"There were complications."

Eyes that look at the past, like looking away somewhere. Seeing the sad state of casserole doesn't keep my son in the same sight. If there's too much I don't know, I keep my doubts in my mouth.

"A complicated situation?

"Oh. There was a lot going on. Right, for example. Before you were born, Bibi had a fever and fell asleep. I have a rash. I only had no money then to show it to the doctor. You wanted to do everything you could as a parent, and you turned your head around everywhere. Shamefully I also went to Baron Detmort to ask for the convenience of a doctor and a loan. Spoil any humiliation, but be prepared to help."

Before the birth of the pastry in the Mortairn family, it was when he was a nobleman at the bottom. Even if Casserole herself could use magic, there were limits to feeding her family and ministers solely on her personal earnings.

When the territory was poor and deficit operations continued. My oldest daughter fell asleep with a fever when she was getting ready for winter and was buying up firewood, salt and meat.

Just a cold would cure just keeping him warm and asleep, but at that time he had a rash all over his daughter's body and it seemed like it wasn't just a cold. Even the sight of the old people makes it imperative to see a doctor by saying that it doesn't seem like a disease that heals naturally. But he had just thrown up his stockpile for the winter. See a doctor, buy medicine, I need money.

As for casserole, I threw aside my degree of pride and begged everywhere for help wanting to help my daughter. He also told the Baron Detmort family that he went to bow his head.

"So?"

"Pay up front. He didn't even see me. Anise was furious. Until then, I had the faint expectation that you might be able to help me in case of any real trouble, but they realized that was a fantasy."

"Sister Bibi saved you, didn't she?

"Naturally. Occasionally, Uncle Ratesh arranged a loan and a doctor. Bibi took his life."

Uncle Ratesh has a handle on the southern valves. If faction humans are in trouble, it is natural as a leader to send out a help boat. The Ratesh family, who found out that the Mortairn family was in real trouble, helped Bibi's life by arranging for a doctor to be in Rateshbal and by lending him medical expenses.

Of course, there's nothing to help someone who doesn't have a profit for himself, nor does it grace him with money for free.

After that, casserole was also made to work for free about twice, and the loan was demanded to triple back the profits. Casserole accepted that she could not replace her daughter's life, but the grief of a weak aristocrat lies in the structure of these exploits.

"In the end, did you allow Baron Detmalt to stay that way?

Pais asked if he had done anything to the Detmort family, who also decided to ignore him when his sister was seriously ill.

"I still don't forgive you. But I also think I can understand the behavior. Not now, though. The previous Baron Detmort still had the affection of his flesh and mother, so he thought that when he met him, he would be bonded to his feelings. So I drove him back without even seeing him. It seems so now."

Caserol says he doesn't allow past responses about the Detmort family.

But by then, I could understand that Anise's father already had no real power, and that there were too many things that could not be truncated to move with love.

I wonder if it could not be done as a nobleman to turn the great nobleman against his enemies until he rescued his grandchildren and jeopardized the lives of the large number of human beings he held in his own home.

In fact, if you really hate the Mortairns, you would have done enough to chase them to weakness, meet them only and thoroughly discredit them. I could have crushed the Mortairns if I wanted to. Without it, I guess I still couldn't do it until I aggressively did harm to Anise and her daughter.

I have a decision from my parents that I wanted them to help my child, but as a nobleman I can't always say I'm wrong. Things are not a simple story.

"Mother noticed that too..."

"It's about Saturnful Anise, naturally you would have noticed. Being able to make sure that his father still had the love he once had, and that he was made to molest his daughter. Both are true. Love for Anise, whose reasons then broke up, while having angry feelings about being made a gatekeeper. For him, I guess it's gotten complicated with love and hate. There was a lot more to it, but the feeling of being angry with the Detmort family, the emotions that couldn't be abandoned, the anger over past manipulations, and common sense as a nobleman. I'm pretty sure you have a lot of thoughts."

The reason Casserole is trying to say this is because the root cause of the relationship between the Baron Detmort and Anise so far is in his marriage to himself.

I love Anniez from the bottom of my heart, and I feel happy that I had a family. That's why I don't think the marriage was wrong.

But I was young at the time. A little more now, I think that I have been able to marry in a way that takes into account both families, and I am also willing to regret the past.

I regret that we wanted ourselves to walk away a little more, and that we had room to walk away. All in all, it's a complicated mood.

"Did your father know your mother didn't want to see your grandfather?

"I had noticed. This is still my husband. I'm going to find out a little bit about my wife."

The casserole drinks more tea.

He kind of feels like he knows how his wife feels.

"So what are you going to do?"

"My thoughts are that I want Anise to reconcile with her parents and brothers for the last time or so. I know what he says he wants to apologize for, and even Anise will have one thing he wants to apologize for. And I think we have a lot to say to each other besides apologize. If we miss this opportunity, we should not hesitate because we will not have the opportunity to talk for the rest of our lives. Fortunately, you kept both hedges pretty low. The only problem right now is how Anise feels."

"How does your mother feel?"

Until now, there have been political and decent problems between the two houses.

However, Pais' activism allowed him to take care of at least his decency. The Detmort family officially admitted the non-insulation and apologized, so it is possible to move as a Mortairn family with it. Even as a casserole, if they apologize, they can make enough political decisions to shelve past troubles for one second.

Later, only the actions of the parties.

"We haven't seen each other in over twenty years. You don't know what to say, and I don't think you can stomp it. This is our last chance to make up. Isn't that why you have the fear when you couldn't make up? If we quarrel again here, this time because it will result in Anieth remaining at variance with his parents and brothers until he is summoned under God. Anise still has feelings for her father and brother when she was close. I guess that's why you're afraid of a decisive crack"

"I see."

Pais has no experience of remaining alienated from his parents or sister.

I can only imagine what it feels like, etc., but my father tells me that I need courage to take a step forward because I want to make up for it, and I have something to snort at.

There is fear that the more important it is to repair, the more it will break again. I could understand that as Pais as well.

"Is that why I still need to push my mother's back..."

"All this is up to Anise to decide for herself. There's nothing we can do."

"Not quite."

"Hmm?"

"I'd like to take another skin off for my mother's happiness."

"Do you have any ideas?

"Yes, I will try to brave my mother for me."

That's what I said, and the boy smiled.

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One woman was sighing in a room in the mansion.

She is the Mercy Mother of the Mortairn family, Anies-Mille-Mortairn.

Sitting in a chair, watching the view out the window without doing anything, and wondering if I sighed haha, I look out again vaguely. You have too much time to see what's going on in your heart.

"Mother"

There was a woman like that who spoke up.

"Pace, were you still over here?

"Yeah, I got a little something for my mother."

"Oh, what is it?"

I guess I found out my son was trying to cheer me up. With a slight smile back on her face, my mother turned to her son.

Time with my corner son. Anise lets the samurai prepare the tea, and Pais himself prepares the presentation of the gift.

What he gives to try to cheer up my mother. That's sweet, of course.

"I thought I'd give this to my mother. It's my handmade."

That being said, what Pace prepared was, at first glance, a cookie-like treat.

A well-cooked scent tickles the nostrils, more like a stomach ache than a sweet one.

Even as Anise, I know that pastries like to make sweets, so there's no wonder there. I'm honestly delighted that you handmade sweets just for yourself.

"Glad to hear it. Because the cookies that Pais makes are always delicious."

"Enjoy it"

"Thanks. I'll take it... oh?

Anise, who took one and put it in her mouth, was first surprised by the smell of almonds and lard, which was different from cookies. If I thought it was the same cookie as always, it was something completely different.

I took the other one if I noticed, and it was in my mouth.

So what I notice is how easy it is to eat this sweet to the point where it's unusual.

"Wow. I've never tasted anything like it before."

By the moment I put it in my mouth, it had already melted away. Baked confectionery that disappears in no time, as if it had no shape from the beginning. The sweetness and flavor that remains firmly in the tongue. It doesn't have an unusual flavour after taking it apart, and even though I don't seem to use bizarre ingredients, the texture is really just petty.

Female enemies. It is an enemy of the diet. The more I think so, the more I stick around and reach out to the other one.

"Did you like it?

"It's delicious, Pais. Such a delicious treat, the first one I've ever eaten"

"That's good."

Pais nodded contentedly at his mother's reaction and went on to explain it further.

"This treat is called porboron, and in some countries it's a strange legendary treat."

"Strange legend?

"Yep. If you can put this treat in your mouth and chant it three times with Porborone before it melts, they'll make your wish come true"

"Por... Oh, no. I can't tell you one time instead of three times."

"I've tried, but you can't do it three times."

Hahaha like Pais laughed, it's hard to name it three times before Porborone melts. Some very similar treats are like egg bolos, but this dissolves well in a circle over it.

I've tried Anise a few times, but I still can't say it three times.

"I knew I couldn't do it. Too bad. I had a favor to ask for a corner."

Anise, who shrugs so much, still feels like hoping to make up with her parents and brothers. I hesitate somewhere. That's why I'm getting more serious than people for such a trivial bluff.

It seemed that way to Pais.

"Mother, there are actually ways to make a wish come true, even if you don't call it porboron, right?

"Oh, what's that?

It's about being brave.

In the words of Pais, Anise gently placed the porboron she was about to eat.

"I know that my mother also has a lot of thoughts and grids. But here and now, I think it's unfortunate that parents and children stay in fights until the end. Even your mother wants to see your grandfather, right?

"... Yep"

"Then it's about being brave. What's really important, it's gone in no time. It's too late since it disappeared. I think so."

"Right. Might be."

"... tomorrow. Why don't you go out with me? [M] to Baron Detmort's house. No, to your grandfather."

Encouraged by Pais, Anise took one sigh.

"Okay. If you let Pace get this far, I wouldn't be able to show you my pity, either, would I? Because I'm Pais' mother, Baroness Mortairn."

"Yeah. Exactly."

"I'm going. Tomorrow, with Pais. To my father."

"That's my mother."

bread, and Anise slapped her knee with both hands.

With Pace's persuasion, he finally stepped out.

"But at the end of the day, could I just ask for one thing?"

"What is it?"

Pais listens to his mother's request.

Anise hugged her son like that as much as she wanted and kept her mouth shut for a favor. With a few tears.

"Do you have an alternative?

"Absolutely."

Anise seemed to really like Porborone.