Sweet Reincarnation

Night.

There are people gathered together in a mansion in the noble city to behold.

"Abominable"

"Not at all. It's shallow to be in the mood of a king like confectionery."

A grunting voice. A whisper that throws up in hatred conceives thorns.

"If you ask me, the king will call you."

"Our younger brothers are bitter, but they are overlapping and abominable."

Everyone gathered seemed dissatisfied with certain human beings.

"I'd like to reveal my nose somehow..."

"Hmm, are we all the same?"

"But it's not easy to get your hands on that house."

"Right. But what about this?"

The other meeting lasted until late at night.

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Weddings have many formats.

Hairstyles, for example. For reasons of disrespect, concealing your face in an eye-catching seat must keep your hair up so that it does not hang on your face, and bald people must wear rashes to avoid the implications of saying it will fall out, lose it, reduce it, and not expose your skin to blurring. Men and women alike do not care about this. Older men, for the most part.

Likewise, masks and masks are out of the question, but it's also out for security people to put their helmets on.

The buttons of the outfit are also determined to be three large buttons and one small button for the baron's child to be treated on an equal footing with the associate baron. Pastry falls under this category.

Clothes worn with a front closing button are a must at a wedding because it means connecting the two houses is supposedly deserving of marriage. The decision is fine, just because the button means marriage.

Decorative methods, coordination provisions, and standing behavior. On something, it's a noble wedding that's a lot to decide on. If it's the feeling of a modern man, there are numerous things that seem undeserved.

"My shoulders seem stiff"

"Well don't say that. When I think about your age, I have a lot of opportunities like this coming up. We just have to get used to it."

The social ball is probably annoying with the dress code, but it's more than that if it's a wedding. Not to mention the wedding of the children of the country's heavy towns.

It was Pais who brought the sigh to the excessive decoration that seemed to be in vain. While I gavel that I agree with you on the inside, it is Casserole who bitterly complains as a parent. The two are similar to each other to the extent that they can be seen by anyone. The atmosphere and entangled air are more similar than facial appearances. The so-called outfit was similar.

At present, Pais and the others are located in the Kadrecek residence in the Wang capital. Dodge ball coats are brilliantly decorated and assembled in large rooms that are likely to be lightly prepared on all sides.

The reason for the gathering is now, but the wedding reception of the grandson Skuole, Duke of Kadrecek.

The lead actor is, of course, Sukhoure-Mil-Kadrecek. But the truth is, he's like a sidekick. The reason is because the woman right next to him is extremely social and has a bright vibe. Because weddings and makeup are carefully worn and angels are greeted by the beauty of Kakaya, everyone who approaches greeting Sukurale is blinded.

Yes, to Petra, Liquorice's twin sister.

Since we are exchanging marital vows in the Church today, the figure of a woman who would already be Petra-Mil-Kadrecek, and who would all be called the Duchess, was so radiant as to see with envy even the gathered ladies.

"Mr. Pais, why don't we go say hello, too?

"Would you?"

All participants greet the two protagonists once. Thanks to this, neither the groom nor the bride have any hands on the meal.

The Pais and the others should be quick to greet each other because they are the in-house treatment of the bride, but as far as Pais can tell, he already saw tiredness in the two leading characters.

Set in the venue, above the high steps. I thought Pace and the like were chicks on the inside, but there is no such thing in this world.

"Lord Sukhoure-Kadrecek and Sister-in-law Petra. I really congratulate you on this one. We sincerely congratulate the two of you on this good day when you have taken a new step."

"Congratulations to Sir Sukhoure-Kadreček and your sister on your marriage"

A young couple in the Mortairn family who stand in front of the two protagonists and greet them over the table. Smile together.

For Liquorice is her own fruitful sister, who is also her twin sister and who will be her companion. I just want to be close to someone who will have a long relationship in the future.

Besides that intention, it is the marriage of a sister who was close. The words we celebrated included heartfelt blessings.

"Thank you. We are delighted to celebrate the two of you in the Mortairn family"

Prince Sucre spoke to Pais first.

Because my grandfather finally retired the other day, Sukhoure has become the Duke's son.

It was from the political intentions of the former Duke that he married to time the royal marriage. Since a large number of guests and invitees also came from various foreign countries to the Prince's marriage, weddings to suit it also included high-ranking people who would not normally be called in the Duke's house.

Even though Pais and the others are pretty close relatives, this is why he wasn't the first to say hello.

"We became a sunny couple, too, but as a couple, you two are seniors. I know you tell me a lot, but stay tuned."

"Welcome. I don't doubt what a young man can do, but I don't think it's any different to our friendship."

Greetings between men end easily.

Pais doesn't do anything to tire the other person, either, as he is heavily aware that this hand greeting will be tiring if it lasts a long time.

"Sister, are you okay? You look tired."

"It's also been a long time since Rico cared for me. You look fine."

"Now I will stay in the king's capital, but please be good to both your father-in-law and mother-in-law. We spend every day in peace."

"I envy you. Besides, my husband seems to be relying on it. Sometimes we talk in Wang Du (this way). An English genius from the Mortairn family. Do you still want to trade husbands?

"No, you can't!!

"Just kidding. You don't have to be in such a hurry, because I'm newlywed too...... and you like your husband so much in such a hurry?

"Sister!!

In contrast, the two women have an atmosphere where they can talk forever if left alone.

I'm not reluctant to make fun of my sister if it's the uneasiness of my sisters.

"Congratulations, Sister-in-law Petra"

Seeing it, Pace interrupted the conversation.

I guess the bat was bad. Or did you have the feeling that you had been seen where your sisters were? Both Petra and Licorice dyed their cheeks and stopped the conversation.

My sister deliberately sat back in the chair, and my sister gently pretended to fix her hem and fixed it.

"Thank you, Mr. Kohon, for taking care of Pastry. I've become a couple with Sucre, and I hope you'll be as kind as my sister for a while."

"This is my pleasure, and I hope you will always be close with my wife. On this occasion of the celebration, I took a celebration item, although it may be boring. Please laugh."

In a hard-fought greeting, Pais smiled and said something about the celebration.

As a successor to the Duke's family who has no trouble collecting information of any kind, I am curious to see what Sucre and others have brought.

He quickly embarked on a series of bean treats that he might soon give to the royal family.

"Maybe you know, I brought you a candied treat called Draje"

What Pace offered as a gift was a confection wrapped in a sugar coat of beans. Colorful shades were beautiful, besides picturesque landscapes [transcribed]. It is undoubtedly one of the finest in the world.

Of course, the two Kadreček families knew what it was. And where it means.

Sugar confectionery named Draje itself is given to weddings and birthday celebrations. At least that's what Pais explains when he gives it to the Ratesh family. The first confectionery in the world is told by the person who gave it to the world.

Even if it means anything else, the one who said it wins. Whoever says it is a festive treat.

Compete for one or two even in the South, if you dare. Top Ratesh family. This time, he said, he would give the sweets that the "lord“ had given him when he got married. Even though his grandfather retired, Sucre is the "next owner“.

This is a testament to the fact that the Mortairn family sees the Kadreček family at the top. At least, that I see it on par with the Ratesh family.

It is just a good treat to show that the relationship between the Mortairn and Kadrecek families is intimate.

The Kadreček family also naturally knows about their own faction. For example, the Viscount Vetzen family failed to reproduce this confection.

Several other houses have tried to recreate this drajet, and all this has failed. Although this is not limited to the Kadreceks.

Sucre has no reason to know, but there are circumstances in which the creation of dragees is too crude to be used in the sugar distributed to the world.

If you are not a Mortairn family that is very keen on the quality of sugar, and if you are not “aware” of the presence of upper-white sugar and powdered sugar Pais, all you know when it comes to sugar is the bitter, blackish brown sugar.

Miscellaneous procedures are used to mimic impurities and minerals. Fail and take for granted.

Besides, if there were to be elaborate and precise landscape paintings and fine geometries in small, literal bean grains, there was no way we could make them other than Pais.

The best gift ever.

The bride and groom, who felt so, thanked her brother-in-law with a smile that had nowhere to be included.

"Sweet stuff is best when you're tired. Enjoy."

"Really? Then one."

Pais recommends it and sometimes he is hungry, and Skoole eats the sweets he has just received quickly. Eating without poisoning is an appeal that you trust Pace. Rather than that, so far the elaborate confectionery can only be prepared for the Mortairn family, and there is less need to do so than even replace it with a fake.

Incidentally, by the technical standards of the Kingdom of God, opening your mouth too wide collapses makeup for weddings. For that reason, Petra looked resentfully at her husband, who seemed to eat delicious sweets that she could not eat.

You would be cautious, just not telling yourself to come over too.

"Yes."

I guess I couldn't stand the sight of that wife, but Sukhura picks a grain and carries it to Petra's mouth.

It was a sight as seen somewhere, but we were to make a succinct appeal around that the couple were good friends and were never married solely through political tactics.

Everyone watching makes me smile.

Except for Liquorice, who looked at her sister with envy and then turned to complain about something to Pais.

"Then there will be greetings from others, so I will take a seat around here."

"Thank you for your kind greeting."

Pais and Liquorice came back to their seats after a one-way greeting.

Once you have finished greeting the organizers, there will be a greeting round to the others. This is every time, the sharing between the pair of casseroles and anies.

Most importantly, the Mortairn family has been popular lately, so they come from the other side.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen, you and your wife were in need"

"This is Count Ratesh. And Lord Seljan. We're out of time."

"You're really shabby. You don't mind if I come visit you more often, do you? Because we're newlyweds, and we'll have a lot of stories in common."

"I'm glad you care, but I've been entrusted with the territory by my father for minutes, so I can't have the time to come together inside. Forgive me."

"My daughters want to see you too."

"Aren't all your sons and daughters still unable to speak?

Uncle Ratesh's child hasn't been born long. If you can fluently communicate your intentions without turning two, it's either unusual genius or confectionery madness.

"Parents know what it's like to be a child."

"Was I? I haven't been a parent yet, so I don't know."

"Oh, you did. Because you're an adult, that's it. Right, the kid might be a little early for both of you."

Liquorice, stared at by a powerful woman, Liquorice, blushes in a conversation that openly smells child making. A subtle pais sheltering with his half body tells the story of the situation as it were.

"But you should be careful."

"… to what,"

I know you know and you're doing it, but I kept my mouth close to the side of Pace's face, and I started talking to him in confidence. In the long run, a sense of distance that would make you suspect the two of us.

"The number of ships from the Holy Nation is increasing these days. Although the volume and forehead of trade have not changed as much. You'll see what this means."

Even though the number of ships is increasing, there has been no change in apparent trade. Then there is a good chance that something is being carried that doesn't appear on the table. Pais decided that aggressively.

"Agent, is it?"

"Maybe. I'll never let you take it personally in our territory, so I want you to feel safe there, but the problem is, if you need anything else,"

"I see, if there are spies from other countries who are thinking about something better. The purpose is here or... Otherwise, Your Highness's marriage"

It's just a hypothetical guess, but assuming there are spies out there and you're planning to do something within the kingdom of God, a royal wedding reception or a Duke's wedding reception should be reflected in a great opportunity.

"It's a matter of possibility. If there's been a change in the country and you just want to gather information, it's fine, but if not, I think it's possible that you're talking about it."

"Sure... So, what is your plan by telling me that?

"Oh, poor listener. I'm not such a bad girl. Oh, ho, ho. But I like that kind of savvy thing."

"Is it available?

"Ugh, I don't know"

Pais glanced at the woman who had once returned to her posture.

Daiichi, I suspect you are measuring the extent to which information is spread via the Mortairn family.

If you hear that an enemy operative is in the dark, you will be on guard in any house first. The tingling atmosphere is conveyed even in silence.

This means that it is easy to guess from the outside that the information was passed on. I can confirm that the information was communicated, even if it didn't take a lot of work, for example, just hiring a stray to get close to the house. The Ratesh family would have won easy.

A house close to the Mortairn family if you hear this information and the degree of vigilance increases. Otherwise it's a remote house. If you measure your intimacy with the Mortairn family, it will help you divide enemy allies in times of need.

What Uncle Ratesh is up to is likely to be around there, Pais thought.

"That's why I didn't think you, Lord Ratesh, the pillar stone of our country, would be able to pass the information free of charge without any plans."

"Selling favors to you is also an investment in the future. Thank you very much."

"I'll keep it in mind"

Uncle Ratesh's advice. Or thoughts.

They ended up in vain.

That night when the reception was also over. A report of a thief breaking into the Kadreček family arrived under Pais.