Sweet Reincarnation

The Baron Detmort family was wrapped in heavy air.

Because he hasn't come back yet since the Lord contacted the House of Huberleks, and his illness is getting worse enough for the former Lord Klees to finally stand in the abyss of death.

"Dear Noyolues,"

"What?

Among these, the Baron family will be able to maintain a uniform order, for one thing, thanks to Noyolues, son of the former Lord and nephew of the present Lord.

It has been in assistant lords for a long time and has a great track record of putting together a consular government. It is no exaggeration to say that the Detmort family has it in him in the first place.

"Customer visible"

"Right. Then let me through the guest room."

"That's..."

Such a reward for visitors to the place where he was carrying out his duties as usual.

I just instructed him to deal with this as usual again, and his men show a more bumpy attitude.

"Hmm?"

"Customers are the Mortairns. Are you sure you want to come through?"

The firmness of the Mortairn and Detmort families is well known in their respective houses. I can't stop the rumors from spreading because I didn't even hide them. Instead, to appeal to Viscount Rehazik and others who had been under pressure for cleanliness, momentum is spreading throughout the Detmort family to even speak to newborn babies. No, it was spreading, should I tell it in its past form?

"Was it Baron Mortairn who came? Or Lord Pastry."

The response varies depending on which is coming.

Pastry exchanged words the other day and also showed some understanding of our circumstances. We are not directly involved in past troubles, and unlike casserole, blood is connected to ourselves. Therefore there is still little resistance to seeing each other.

If it's casserole, it's possible they resent it over there. We have a say in ourselves, but from their standpoint, we're talking about trying to force them to tear us apart with their beloved lover.

The aristocratic logic that parents decide who they marry, reasonably, thinks they have reason, but if they are emotions as people, they get through better. Because love is not reason.

If reason and emotion have collided, the fold will never attach.

No wonder they resented me for it. I honestly don't know what Casserole thinks of the Baron Detmalt family because there hasn't been any conversation in over twenty years. I wouldn't hesitate to meet him or two.

When it comes to Noyolues, who has supported the Baron family, it's a lie when it comes to not being hesitant.

"It's Master Pastry. And then... Lady Anise, no, Baroness Mortairn is here."

"What!?

But they ask me an unexpected name.

Noyolues stood up with the momentum to kick down the chair unexpectedly.

"Anise's in our house?

"Yes."

"Did you hear what brought you here?

"He wants to see the Klees in your hospital bed."

Asked why his men were visiting him, Noyolues recalled that he was once again telling Pastry about his father's illness. Besides, I also remember saying that my father wanted to meet my sister.

It is unclear what kind of discussion was exchanged in the house of the Mortairn family, but if you want to pay a visit that will probably be the first and last, you can't say no as a brother. I don't want to say no.

"Well... then let me through"

"Are you sure? When your lord finds out later, won't Noyolues be scolded?

"I don't mind. When that happens, I take full responsibility. I didn't have to know a few years ago, and things are changing now. There are other houses to complain about."

Two years ago, Viscount Rehadzik boasted considerable power and was so prestigious as to peek (or not) at the top of the South on behalf of Uncle Ratesh. powerful enough to have a tremendous influence on land trading in the south, or had a hand in trade monopolies.

Viscount Rihadzik, who needed a strong army both militarily and as a political and emerging leader.

There have been causes with earlier Viscounts in the past, and as a Baron Detmort family, he was a winless opponent if he was targeted hostilely.

But now the Viscount Rehajic family also falls and I hear they are all over the debt. The payment of the interest on the debt alone will blow up the income of the territory, there is no storage, and it seems like he will bow his head here and there every coronation with a debt application. I hear that the private army of the Rehajic family, once hailed as more elite than the National Army, also disbanded from financial difficulties.

There is no longer a need to shy away from his house and its surroundings any more than it is already a threat.

Now, when he welcomed his sister home, he thought some external pressure could bounce off, and Noyolues told his men he would welcome Anise. Tell them to treat you with the best possible treatment in the office.

Noyolues himself goes out to the reception room dressed in sophisticated clothing.

"Brother, it's been a long time"

"It's been a really long time. It's good to see you, Anise. You're most welcome."

I haven't seen my siblings face to face in over twenty years. Anise and the others already have grandchildren, and even today they have an adult son (Pais) beside them.

Compared to the last time we looked at each other, we're a lot older. Lines of laws and regulations, wrinkles in the mouth, or skin tension created a year-to-year appearance. My hair and my brother have a lot of gray hair. Even my sister doesn't say she doesn't have gray hair.

I'm amazed at how each other has changed compared to the past.

Still, the shadow doesn't change.

My brother soon found out about my sister even as she grew older, and my sister could see my brother's face and be sure he was my brother.

Even after more than twenty years, there are emotions that we remember each other's faces.

"You were doing fine?

"Yes."

"Right."

"Your brother's in good health, too."

Talking to each other is scarce. Because we don't know what to tell each other.

Just silent. The forest of silence lying between the two is vast and deep. It's a native forest that grew up on its own in twenty years.

"In the meantime, let me show you to my father"

It was my brother who could not stand the silence. Where Anise and her son have finished their tea, they get up quickly and all the time. My sister, too, follows it in silence.

Noyoruez knew what his sister had come to do, but there was still little conversation between his brothers and sisters to guide him to his father.

But if you walk out, the awkwardness is gone. From Anise's point of view, there are many things in the house that make me feel old too, because at the same time as nostalgia, I was made aware that the days passed did exist.

Nostalgic. Perhaps the very thought of it still left an attachment to a house that was born and raised somewhere.

Father, I'm coming in.

The moment I walked into the bedroom of the previous Baron Detmort, I felt that Anise and Pais smelled the smell of the hospital room.

The smell of blue as if it had ruined the herb and the unique odor emanating from a weakened body.

Father, are you awake?

Noyolues spoke to the old man.

Are you unconscious, a sick person who opens his eyes in a depressed way?

"Anise has come to see me. Can you wake up?

When I heard my daughter's name in the words of my son, an old man, who had ever been a sick man, tried to get up.

"Hey, how you doing, Anise?"

The old man's voice was constantly breathing.

There are so many deep wrinkles running on my face that my hair is sparse and my teeth are missing. When I saw my father, decaying and far more successful than I was twenty years ago, losing his power. In Anise, something overflowed.

"I'm sorry about what I've done. Thanks for coming."

Only my father's voice felt the same as it used to be.

It was the same word for my family as it used to be.

"Father, I'm sorry I've been such a poor girl."

Yes, there was a voice naturally.

Tears overflow, and it becomes so much easier to enjoy.

The love you raised from an early age, the memories you rebelled against marrying your husband, the twenty years you were alienated. Complex thoughts are still piling up.

The truth is, we could have made up sooner. When I thought so, I couldn't stop crying.

"Uncle, why don't you leave me alone for a little while?"

"It would be good"

It was a pleasure for Noyolues that Pais called him Uncle.

You two, get out of the room and wait in front of the door. I don't do anything wild like listening.

"My father, too, I think this will allow him to travel without any memories. I appreciate it."

"Are you traveling?"

"Oh. My father won't be around for long. If I could, I wanted to make you feel at home for the last time. As just one son, I want to thank my father for having fulfilled his last wish"

"... the last wish. You mustn't have the remainder of your heart to travel."

"Oh."

I guess the conversation between Pais and his uncle is between an individual and an individual with his title off.

The two in line had a similar vibe somewhere.

After a while, Anise comes out blushing.

And the first thing I noticed was Pais.

"Have we made up yet?

"Yeah, I think I've lost some of my chest."

What conversation did you have in the room? What was the first word I had exchanged with my own father in over twenty years? Pais doesn't touch that at all.

But that face has a smile of mercy.

"Then my last job is my turn."

Yes, his smile should be from the heart of mercy.

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Laughter echoes in Mortairn territory.

"Boy, what the hell is that?

"You're the former Baron Detmort."

The boy acting for the lord answers the chief squire's question.

"I'm not. Why, you're dying, but you're pimping on us, and you're having a tea party with your daughter and Mrs. Lordship. He's about to kick the lid off the coffin and pop out. How are you?

"Shiitz says it's terrible that he's dying."

"With what mouth? No, it's better than that."

"To settle politically."

"Am I?"

Pais' face explaining is cool.

So calm that it makes you want to follow that cheek, so funny that Shiites, who doesn't know why and is in a hurry.

"The Baron Detmort family admitted and apologized that it was their fault that they were officially insulated from our past home. As an owner, we accepted it on the condition that we showed some good faith and that we would not have any problems with it in the future."

"Is that grandfather's sincerity?

I've heard stories about offering my daughter instead of apologizing, but Shiites wonders if I've ever heard of offering Jijii.

"The expulsion from Detmort territory of those responsible at the time of the creation of the cause. This is the other party's sincerity. As far as we're concerned, we took your uncle for medical care."

"I'm fine for the cure. Are you really sick? It's very different from what I've been hearing."

At least, he looks fine for hearing he's dying. A few more years are healthy enough to seem to live.

"It's really weird. After eating and nourishing delicious dishes and treats in Mortarn territory and slowly healing them, the disease seems to have healed. This can be used to sell mortarn sweets, right? Coincidence is horrible."

"... boy, did you use the example stolen magic?

"Yeah. I'm glad I know you're sick. You can't cure an illness you don't know."

Pais is secretly [transcribing] that magic into his own when Uncle Ratesh calls the healing wizard of the Holy Nation to give birth. Even the Mortairns are top secret.

It is a tradition in the Holy Land that this magic of healing can hardly cure illness. But that's because we don't know what caused the disease. Knowledge of nutrition and some knowledge of germs can be more effective than the original, so it can also be classified. If you find out, there is no doubt that the Holy Nation will list the country and attack you. There will be a war involving the world by taking paces together. I can't tell you this even if my mouth is torn.

"It's effective in advertising. Oh, okay, but keep one of those... the food isn't free, is it?

"Baron Detmort's family gave me just the money for my sanitary care. That's okay. And I have a thick, diplomatic pipe that I don't own as a traditionalist, and it would be worth it if you just stayed."

"Come on. Oh, no way, let's squeeze that old man out all the time while he's alive..."

Shiitz noticed. For the bad boys.

I should have been heavily aware that Pace wouldn't be insulted, but he still had a sweet prospect where he made it.

"It's a sanatorium, so it's natural to pay as long as the sanatorium lasts. It is a“ terminal serious illness ”, so it should be borne accordingly. But what is Shiites saying? What a lousy crowd to squeeze. Then it's like I fooled Baron Detmort."

Say so. Come on.

Top Mortaire Territory talks between Shiites and Pais.

At the end of that line of sight, three generations of Kleyes, Anise and Jose are having a tea party amicably to blossom into the conversation.

"If Mother seems happy, that's fine."

Tea party table. Next to that, Jose was seen trying to speak quickly.