Sweet Reincarnation

If the greatest building in the kingdom of God is asked what it is, most humans answer: The castle in Wangdu.

For generations, the royal castle continues to be built at precisely the expense of national wealth. Make it majestic and magnificent. Showing no national authority is a sweeping word.

It is such a castle, but there is a huge lot inside just because the outside surface is large, and I was able to conceal the great army assuming something was wrong.

Soldier quarters, arsenals, big dining halls, well fields, and even forests are in the castle.

And most importantly, a square large enough to run a horse. This place is also user-friendly as a training ground.

With all this facilities in place, it would be a more convenient place than anything from a person who wants to train a soldier.

Second Battalion of the Central Army. This unit, which has a capacity of three hundred and fifty with the exception of rear service, is currently undergoing intense training.

In the center, training to tighten and thoroughly sharpen the wind discipline that had been loose because it had long been far from wartime. It is the strong intention of the new captain.

There were tough trainings on an alternating basis that envisioned war and seemed life-threatening. All in all, divided into seven squads, three squads on security duty, one squad off. The remaining three squads rotate through a day called training. A rotation where if you do a security mission for three days, you will be given a break, and then you will return to the mission after three days of training.

It's the second guys to do a hard schedule inside, a day off. It's only for the record that there are blurry crew members who say that doing rough work to catch thieves is better than training.

"There, be more tempered. When you can't run on the battlefield, it's time to die!!

"Ha!! I'm sorry."

Of the second battalion, one hundred and fifty squad members are running on training day. The square rented as a training ground is being used jointly with other First and Fifth Battalions, etc.

Casserole is at the head of the one hundred and fifty, but the leading verticals of the Commander are becoming the colors of the Second Battalion.

"Captain, Captain Mortairn!!

There is a voice calling for the running casserole.

When I saw the man who was called spoke, the deputy captain of my own squad was waving. Casserole moving away from running alone and towards the deputy captain.

"Semihio, what's up"

Semihio Tapia, from the Baron Tapia family of court aristocrats from generations past, who is now the nephew of Baron Tapia. His father's brother is the current Baron.

Not good enough to be taken care of by the Baron's family, he relied on a handout to enter the army and was bought strength and promoted to deputy captain of the Second Battalion.

Still married thirty years ago. I have three men and one woman between me and the woman I met at work. The tall is about a few centimeters taller than the casserole, and the body is disappointing and, above all, the wind, such as military personnel.

Such a smoothly sailing man, both public and private, stood with a seemingly difficult face.

"Captain, this is Agent Aberto calling."

To the words of the deputy captain, Casserole also smiled slightly at his face.

"Lord Aberto?

"Yes."

Aberto, of the Viscount Vetzen family, is an elite currently in the position of staff under the Central Army Admiral of Kadrecek. Thoughtfully and strategically, the eye is certain, and there is a great deal of trust from the Duke of Kadreček.

Conscientious men who preach that order is important to the military. However, an assessment has been made that the maintenance of order is past and there is a greater difficulty in recognizing sequences and classes than people.

He doesn't seem to have any good feelings for Caserol, who has left out all the other battalions and the meritorious men in the army at once to be captains of the Second Battalion, and the entire Second Battalion is somewhat disgusted. Someone I don't like to see just because it comes through without saying it to my mouth.

"Semihio, would you mind asking me for errands on my behalf?

"I don't like it. First of all, I'd like to nominate a captain."

"Do I have to be disgusted again?"

"I'll take over the training, so the captain doesn't mind this way. Go ahead and listen to your disgust."

"Absolutely, my men are always so cute."

"It would be more disgusting to have a cute old man with kids"

"So is that."

The two old men laugh at each other.

Sure, a guy with a good year, he doesn't seem like a newbie to me. He is a soldier because he has the courage to exchange his superiors.

"Then I'll take care of it later. Let them run around the next two."

Copy that, sir.

Leaving the command of the training to the deputy captain, Casserole heads to the corner of the royal castle.

A section where even military personnel gather upper levels. A number of high-ranking military men had rented rooms, headed by the Duke of Kadreček.

Incidentally, the captain's office, which serves as the office of the casserole, may also be in this compartment. However, it is often absent and is used exclusively to replace the reception post of the letter.

"Second Battalion Commander, Baron Mortairn."

"Please come in."

Casserole knocked on the room and then walked into the room waiting for a response from inside.

The lord of the room is Viscount Vetzen. However, it was Aberto, the first son of the Viscount, who was among them.

Surrounded by luxurious dishes inside, he behaves as if he were the lord of the room.

"That was a long time ago"

"I came as soon as I heard from you."

"I was wondering if a Sir called Islamabad could come a little sooner. Just have a seat."

In a tongue-inspired atmosphere at the end of the conversation, neither can Caserol hide his vigilance.

"What is the story?"

"Yes, without being rushed into conversation. How about some tea?"

You know casserole is on guard, but Aberto dares speak in a swallowing voice.

"It's from the Duke of Kadrecek."

"Hmm, that's a good leaf. Are you from Holy Land to find out?"

"Yeah, you're right. Do you even know how good this will be?"

"... because it smells different."

A casserole that responds without changing complexion, whichever way you say you care.

The central aristocratic society is a cave that pulls its legs together if there is a gap. I don't imitate being angry here and taking a seat.

"How about a cup of tea?

Make sure they poisoned him, and casserole pinches him with her fingers to eat the teapot.

Apparently it's a bean treat, but it doesn't look good on top of the goth. It is a miniature potato for the purpose I saw.

"Hmm, better than I thought. It also feels sweet."

It was like a sweet flavoured treat on stir-fried beans. If you try to make it into a fat casserole of your tongue unwillingly when it comes to confectionery, it tastes somewhere short. However, there is a difference in cloud mud compared to the sweets that go out in the alley (also), so tea confectionery is a superior category.

Therefore, I intended to praise you as a casserole. Said it tasted better than I thought.

But he didn't think they were being praised. He looked remorseful and looked at the casserole.

"... the story is about the tea ceremony."

"Ho."

I'm glad Pais isn't here.

Casserole thought so in the corner of her mind.

"The other day, our humans heard about a rare treat."

"A rare treat?

Casserole had a bad feeling. Rather than that, a strange certainty ran.

The root of the problem with this story is that it would be my own son. Trouble physique that can cause trouble even if you stay still in the territory. Problem child of nature born with. Professional Chamber of Commerce for each trouble. That's my loving son.

I was convinced for sure first.

"Sure, Draje...... or something? You think Uncle Ratesh was a treat with that name in the fold of his marriage, one of a few gifts? I hear my uncle liked it a lot. I heard of sweets wrapped in beans with sugar clothes, and even at home I tried to make them."

"Ho."

I see, I am called. Yes, Casserole thought.

Viscount Vetzen also has a wide information network, only to serve as a heavy town for the great faction on the boulders. I guess it's also a long hand stretching out to the Ratesh family. So you must have heard rumors of rare treats.

For aristocrats, rarities and specialties are of high value for use, as are gifts, boasts, exhibitions, intimidations, dealings and many user-friendliness. Rare, then better if practical.

ingredients that are difficult to obtain, as well as valuable animal hunting trophies, local specialties, foreign contraband and jewellery. Things around here are worth a lot, especially as gifts.

And I also guessed why the man in front of me really wanted a valuable gift.

We are in a position to be considered the Duke of Kadrecek, and there are rumours exclusively that there will soon be a replacement for the faction leader. Giving gifts to new tops is the norm instead.

"But apparently things were different. After all, hearsay alone doesn't seem to reproduce it well"

"I think this is delicious"

"We want the best. Sir would know what's going on around there."

"Well."

Regardless, there is no way that only one treat can be a gift. You must be collecting many rarities and specialties, and treats are just some of them. Casserole imagines so.

However, even if the heaviest of factions give inferior things to faction leaders than men, they are rounded up.

"Soon the grandson of the Duke of Kadrecek, Sir Sukhoure-Kadrecek, who keeps the First Battalion, will be married. The invitation to the reception will have reached Sir."

"Of course. We're just getting ready right now."

"Our own research suggests that the Kadreček family would be delighted in addition to rare treats. He foiled them as successors to successive generations because they were very popular where Lord Sucre welcomed several sets of guests using rare tarts. They're craving equally rare cooking and confectionery cooking methods from successful experiences, and apparently they're also exploring the treats given to the Ratesh family."

"Well, that's"

"... I also looked into this matter as a home. I'll say it all the time. You're the one who gave the Ratesh family a rare bean treat, Lord Mortairn."

It is wet clothes. That's what I wanted to say as a casserole.

I am a born samurai and a man who has lived in a bloody stinking world. That complacency means that making new sweet confectionery products is not suited to sex.

I'm not saying I don't like sweet treats, but I think booze is better than that.

In the first place, the bean treats I gave to the Ratesh family are a birthday celebration, apart from marriage, and the person in charge when I gave them to them is Pais. I just checked the contents and gave a go sign with no problems.

When it comes to being in charge, it's me, but the practitioner I gave away is Pais.

How much less stressful would it be if I could speak out and claim this? Casserole swallowed heavy feelings.

"There is no doubt that our family gave the Ratesh family bean treats. However, I don't know if it was with Sir Draje, but I'll take it back to our house and see if I can find out."

"Really? Sir Mortairn, I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Ho."

"I would like to teach you how to cook bean treats that your house was given to the Ratesh family. I'll pay whatever it takes."

"... I'd like to decline"

I can't trust the man in front of me.

Casserole felt that way.

I am certain of my strength as a nobleman, and there will certainly be honesty towards the Kadreček family. But at the same time, it means that we are prepared not to quit to the detriment of the underlying Mortairn family if necessary. A man who can make a decision to truncate a small to take advantage of a big one.

"May I ask why you say no?

"There are two reasons. One is that there is no guarantee that the" new bean treats assumed by your house ”you mentioned earlier will be identical to what we gave you. Even if we tell you the recipe, it would be detrimental to each other if it wasn't what we thought it would be. Or, they can't take the recipe for free. So I don't want to be the head of the family."

"What's the second?

"The second is that we don't need any more intimacy with your house. Fortunately, our family is close to the Duke of Kadrecek and also to Lord Skuole, who will be his successor on the occasion of his marriage. We don't want any more."

"Abnegation."

If you are a man of power, you will not miss the opportunity to deepen your ties with the heavy towns of the Great Faction.

But Casserole originally had no desire for power in its hands. If you want a power struggle, the truth is that you want me to do it on my own where it doesn't matter. But I can get caught up in it for some reason.

The Mortairn family, which can literally fly around the country, has many handouts here and there. I would therefore like to avoid entering certain factions as deeply as possible in a position where we are committed to the neutrality and fairness of the best we can. The heads of the various factions are pulling with their hands to get the Mortairn family deeper, but it's not like Casserole wants it.

The Kadreček faction is one of the most influential factions in the military family. Faction colors have many opinions, such as strengthening the central army, reflecting the opinions of military personnel more in national politics, and being tough with foreign countries. Rather, it can be said that it was this faction that brought together such thought men around like-minded powerful men.

Factions vary, and there are military factions that are different from the Kadreček factions, gathered in the opinion that local armies should be strengthened, and foreign factions that military might should be used only as a threat and hit with foreign countries in diplomacy and dialogue. These are the kind of schematics that unite hands in military budget increases and so on, and conflict in budget usage.

I mean, there's a lot going on in the military, too.

The Viscount Vetzen family is a central military family for generations. The type who is also an external hardliner in contemporary times and is good enough for the Duke of Kadrecek. The contemporary Duke of Kadreček is also a holder of a very similar opinion, and the horse would fit.

But that means Viscount Vetzen is the lower compatibility of the Duke of Kadrecek if you look at it from the casserole.

There are few advantages to deepening the edge. Yes, Casserole decided.

That's what I don't ask for any more.

"But I wonder if Sir has forgotten?

"What will it be"

"It's my position. Recently, we have been asked by various locations to reduce armaments. I'm supposed to be at the budget meeting, too. I would also like to take into account Sir Mortairn if I could, but what do you think of that area?

Easy to understand candy and whip.

The first and second battalions have been refreshed in contents, so the memory of the leading men is weak. I just need you to remember my new facial rash. It's the same with any organization that can't afford to budget a new face. Stiffen the scaffolding and you lack speech.

The help of leading people attending budget meetings. It would definitely help run the battalion, if any. And perhaps, if we reject the proposal, we will do nothing at the budget meeting. Or it could be an indirect addition by supporting elsewhere. The worst is to be a clear enemy.

I don't care how you do it, but this is nobility.

"... once I take it home, may I consider it in our home"

"I don't mind, of course, but I can't wait much longer for the date. Can you get back to me in a few days?

"Okay."

Once I brought the suggestion back, I quit the room casserole.

That night.

I have already forwarded the letter to Mortaire territory with a transfer. It was about tomorrow when I was thinking about consulting with Pais and Shiites.

The executive office of Wangdu Mansion can be opened with loud noises that can be kicked out.

"Father, make a new treat!!

What my father saw was the appearance of a son who shimmered his eyes.