Sweet Reincarnation

The Blue Last Moon is coming to an end, and it's time for fall footsteps to sneak in the heat.

There were horses walking wide inside Mortairn territory. Walk in a pompous, truly swallowing footsteps.

On the back of the horse the old man sits down and it is the boy who holds the horse's reins. What we're doing is inspecting the territory.

"(i) Last year's wheat revenues were eight hundred in large bags conversion, two thousand and four hundred last year, and this year we are expecting more than three thousand, as weather has also blessed us. Besides, there are less than five thousand prospects for the eastern region, so the total would be about eight thousand. Regardless, this is a figure as tax revenue."

"Ho. That's a lot."

Speaking of large bags of wheat, roughly three to four bags fall within the consumption of the average household for one month. If you earn about five bags a month with all of them, the calculation means you can live a month. With that in mind, the income in Mortarn territory would be to such an extent that about a hundred people could be employed as non-agricultural workers. Whatever, if you don't think about something else.

The steady progress in agricultural reform and rising incomes are also positive material. Pastry was explaining his chest outstretched against his grandfather.

"Beans were also less than 300 last year, but we expect about nine to a thousand this year. Half of them will be turned over for livestock and the other half will be sold to cover military costs."

"Sell it. What's the exact amount?

"Fifteen to sixteen lets. Depends on the market, but that's about what's expected. By the way, our military spending is currently budgeted at a hundred lets, so maybe sixteen percent of our military spending will be on bean sales."

Kleyes, the former Baron of Detmort, has the experience of being a lord. So if you ask for the numbers, you can make a specific decision about whether that's a lot or not.

Just to say that I know the reference figures for the same Baron family, but as a Mortairn family that I have no time to spare, I asked him to advise me as a counselor, and he agreed with me that he would do me a favor if he were a gracious grandson. It is a splendid leak of confidentiality because it would otherwise tear apart the inside of the aristocracy.

"Isn't that a lot of money? considerably more than the Detmort family. So, what's the breakdown of military costs?

"Fixed costs include equipment repairs, maintenance of military horses, training, and reserves. Variable costs include equipment renewal and expedition costs. Personnel costs are not included in military costs"

"Not including labor costs? That's unusual."

"We don't only hire them as military personnel, so labor costs are basically separate frames. We don't have room to focus on battles."

The way we armament is different in each house, and the circumstances we have are different from each other.

Where a fort is erected as a defensive facility, for example, its maintenance costs are multiplied, and many places calculate it as military costs if you hire people as soldiers.

But the Mortairn family was originally as poor a neighborhood as the dots attached. Personnel dedicated to the military as elsewhere. Normally I couldn't afford to hire a squire who trained and fought. The squire was bureaucratic at the same time that they were all military personnel, so in the Mortairn family they all needed to be all-rounders.

Home economists and military personnel can clearly divide jobs if they are somewhat larger in size. In other words, personnel costs can also be clearly separated from military costs, so that personnel costs can be included in military costs.

The Mortairn family is separating labor costs from military costs for a corresponding reason.

Klees nodded so much that he had heard the explanation.

"I see. Should the actual armament be viewed in further increments when..."

"As for the military, we're trying to get more personnel with our budgets set aside. It's essentially a reduction in armaments."

"Why is that?

"That the threat to our neighbors has diminished and that we have welcomed your grandfather. We border other countries apart from the mountains, but our neighbors seem to be experiencing frequent financial problems these days, and the threat has diminished completely. In addition, the Lord of Boulevard, bordering the realm with the integration of the Eastern Region, is a prestigious old house. With your grandfather, I expect him to be some cushioning material. Even with some kind of diplomatic friction, the likelihood of an imminent military collision will be considerably reduced."

The kingdom of Voltuzara, Uncle Raing, is the territory of Mortaire, which borders the mountains.

Sometimes steep mountain crossings were unsuitable for military operations, and there were no more frequent military operations than other lines of defence. But that doesn't mean you won't be prepared. I've been doing regular patrols like wild boarding a few nights in the mountains, and even when I hired people to do that, I had a head count.

This was a heavy burden inside, but in recent years the then Count Raing family has rubbed it in civil strife. There was definite information that we could no longer afford an expedition beyond a few mountains, which greatly reduced the number of patrols.

With more money to turn elsewhere for just that amount, I have a history of deciding that military spending can increase people.

In addition, the former Liptauer territory is bordered by Boulevard and Sargret territory. The Salgrets, who are close to each other as emerging aristocrats, are still servants, and the Bourbacs, who are hostile to the Mortairns, are virtual enemies, if true. If you're insulting me, I don't know what time it's gonna hit me.

However, that is also a threat that can be mitigated if Kleyes is present. You should be hesitant to suddenly take tough tactics too, just because there are people who are familiar with you as traditionalists.

In other words, as things stand, we can say that there is no serious external threat to the Mortairn family.

"Does such old age help?"

"It is my role and pride to use it to my advantage."

Klees has also spent more than sixty and nearly seventy years as a nobleman. I have also seen a number of people who have inherited their homes in as many years as Pais, and who have come to help their parents with their work. But none of them are. Excellent, of course.

It was casual Pace's word, but for an old man who has only seen very normal children before, it's only a surprise. Because the boy's words were exactly the right thing to do as a person standing on top.

"... it's a complicated mood"

"What is it"

"With the remorse of my own grandson being brilliant and happy and why he was not born into the Detmort family. You're untrained."

Unless you are insulated from Anise. If only Casserole had come to my son-in-law. For once, Pais may have been born a Detmort family person.

This is Pais, whose starting point is the lowest Mortairn family. If he had ruled out the Detmort family, he could have been about the Count by now.

Even though it was taken over by the Mortairn family, as a thoughtless Kleyes if alone in the Baron Detmort family, I couldn't help but regret it. Again, a cliché that bites my teeth at the size of the fish I missed.

"I'm me. My goal now is to enrich Mortairn territory first."

"I see. No, thank God. Then slowly turn around on your own feet."

"Are you all right?

"It fades unnecessarily if you don't move. I'd be glad to have someone on board."

While asleep due to illness, my muscle weakened for the most part. That's what Klees is aware of. I also felt that if I couldn't move my body, I would soon be asleep.

"Then let's tame my childhood. I'm just not being polite, so I'm sure I'd be rude. My heart is so sweet, I wonder if you would be a little reluctant if you were a sick old man... but be sure to work out around there too."

"Ha ha, you're a rough guy"

That being said, it was Marcarlo that Pais brought in as his guide. I've grown taller with Nyoki Nyoki here lately, and I'm already taller than Kleyes.

Kleyes put around that the year would be before the sacrament because the introduced man is the body of an unmuscled child. The stretching period stretches up enough to exercise, so the width comes out after the stretching stops.

In fact, you're right, and Marcarlo is a minor who plans to sanctify early next year.

"Marc, this is my grandfather, the previous Baron Detmort. But let me show you around the realm so you can be rude."

Pais and Marcarlo are childhood friendly. We know each other well about each other's personalities. Even for Pais, he was well aware that Marc had a weak sense of respect for his eyes and so on, and he also thought that this point must be corrected if he was to think about the future.

Adults who have been in Mortairn for a long time will hear the sermon, but they decided to leave it to the guide, with the expectation that they would have ears to listen if they came from elsewhere, also within Pais.

Though it is also in my expectation that Kleyes will show me the adult metrics accordingly and coach Marc.

"Leave it to me, Pais. He said it would be easy enough to show him alone."

"So I'm telling you to fix that kind of language. Do you mind following me today with the intention of learning polite language from your grandfather?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's good. Think of it as training for Marc's future."

"Heck."

Marc is also seen to be all near the side of Pais. He comes from a squire family with a rare spectrum bill among the Mortairn family, which has expanded in recent years. Being born and raised, Mortern is a talent that doesn't come in any other color, so it's pretty hard to find a replacement.

"Well, I'll keep going back to work. Don't push your grandfather."

"Oh."

"Marc asked for your father, too."

"'Cause it's okay. Leave it to me."

After Pais returned to the executive. Marc, who is still a minor, and Kleyes, who is already old, become two.

"How does Non's grandson relate to you?

"You're childhood friendly. It used to be rough around here. The rocks were also gobbly, and if there was a little wind, it was a dusty place. They were all poor, so gather them at Pace's. He's a nice guy to take care of, so give me some sneak bread."

"Once upon a time? Isn't that so now?"

"As you can see. The field has expanded considerably, and there is no longer any water troubles. Pais doesn't even have to hand out bread anymore."

"Lord Casserole's measures?

"Anya. It's all Pais did. I got rid of hunger with bean making, started rotating, got rid of bandits, built reservoirs, built roads. He's in charge of it all. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Master The same goes for the old man in Shiites, but I don't think he's good at doing new things, even if he can imitate what someone did. You can't get hard when you're old."

Marc's opinion is abusive, but not at all cod out. Since I've been beside Pais since I first realized it, the criteria for evaluating people are just standard. The comparison object is too allergic.

In fact, Casserole and Shiites are extremely good, and if they are outside Mortern territory, they are just capable of good operation. But there is just no insanity that only enriches the needy realm of exhaustion, as in the Mortarn realm. It's more unusual to be good at jumping through.

One of the reasons why Marc and Lumi have verses that belittle adults is because there is a chunk of insanity right around the corner.

Once again, Kleyes even feared his grandchildren out of standard.

I thought Casserole was the pro fool and bragged about my son with needle bars every time he was in a social setting, but apparently I find it different.

It seems the truth is that the eyes of the parents are never past and overestimated, but rather humble and still sound that way.

The old man was convinced that he would be called a grandfather and an idiot himself.

"So, where does Grandpa want to go? I'll take care of Zarsden and Milotte. 'Cause I know all about mess."

"Then I'd like you to guide me to the reservoir I was talking about."

"Good. But, hey, it's a little far, okay?

"Even if it falls, it won't be then."

"When I can fall, I go get people. Please don't fall down. Because it's a pain in the ass."

"Let's do good."

Follow the opposite path through the village and you will reach the reservoir.

It was a great exercise for the old man to be rocked by horses for hours, but still it's just great to get to it.

"Hey Grandpa, are you okay? Are you still alive?"

"Just take a little rest and you'll be fine."

It was a pretty breathtaking Kleyes, but I'm surprised the area around the reservoir is better maintained than I thought.

And when I looked at the actual reservoir itself, I was even more surprised by its size.

"Wow. How much time and effort have you put into it?"

"It's been a month, hasn't it?

The old man was also surprised by Marc's words, to which he replied with a shillet. There's no way you can build a huge reservoir with a whole village in it without hanging it for a month. If you did, there must be some kind of secret.

"What, how can that be possible?

"I don't know. You should ask Pace."

"Mm-hmm. Right."

In fact, Marc also knows that Pace made it magical, but his mouth is hard because he has been carefully stopped. Still, there's only twice as much loyalty to Pais and attachment to Mortairn.

"Grandma, if you care, let's go back to Pais"

"Let's do that. I'm tired of everything today."

If you're too surprised, people seem to be tired. Kleyes first found out about it today after living n ten years.

"Oh, welcome back"

Returning to the mansion, Pais welcomed his grandfather and best friend.

"Pace, I've been doing a good job."

"Thank you. How was Marc's work, Grandpa?

"Did you just say the point? I had minimal care, but I still think I have a problem with politeness."

"Well, you showed him the way."

"See, that's the place. I will work out the area carefully in the future. Be prepared."

"Wow, are you serious?"

"Then Lumi also has to be corrected. It's a good opportunity. Let the two of you learn to be polite to your grandfather. I will check the assignment periodically as well as consult with your grandfather to decide the assignment, so will I reward you if you do the assignment and punish you if you skip it?"

As a traditional nobleman, Kleyes grew up in a troubled house for courtesy. Because I am familiar with court practice, I am impeccable as a teacher.

"Oh, yes, and your grandfather, do you have a courtesy? It's official ceremonial."

"Um, I'll bring it. It should be in my room."

"Then see if you can wear it for once"

"... Something wrong?

Wearing canonical clothes is determined to be the time to attend some event or to be called to the coronation of a superior nobleman.

I don't wear canonical clothes for funerals, so most of them are eye-catching seats. Or a feared seat.

It's like telling me something happened at the point where you make me smell like I need a canonical outfit.

"Yes."

Pais nods gently.

"In each of the royal family and the Duke of Kadrecek, there is going to be a wedding"