Sweet Reincarnation

That was before midnight.

To the sudden news from his men, the Kadreček family principal jumps out of his bedroom. There was already noise inside the mansion.

"Where have you been breaking in!!

"It's from everything from east to west to north. The outer gate has already been breached. We're dealing with the inner gate and the garden now."

"How many?

"At least ten things in each respect…"

The Duke tries to grasp the situation.

"What happened to backup?"

"I've already contacted you urgently"

"Okay."

Wang du Kadrecek mansion. Standing first class close to the centre, it was heavily guarded from day to day.

One reason why security is tight is that the Kadreček family is a military family for generations.

Military personnel sometimes take people's lives as jobs. Also, a profession that requires more than killing someone, it also needs to be prepared to be killed.

Victims of unavoidable sacrifices, jealous of mistakes, misunderstandings, and resentment. It is commonplace to sweep with a broom by weighing it with a liter (), such as the perception of harm being done.

"Hit all the sleeping people up!! All mobilized. I'm leaving too."

"Yes."

"Squirrel, Squirrel is here!!

The Duke of Kadreček had no doubt that his son was coming beside him. Because when things happen, information sharing and collaboration are important and I have taught my mouth sour. Meeting to get together at your place is part of your preparation from day to day.

"Hello, Father."

"You take command of the North. I'll take command of the others. Prioritize minimizing damage and buying time."

"Okay."

The next Duke to gather his gestures quickly and just to instruct from his father, who just succeeded to the Duke position the other day. Even though most of my family is under my father's command, there are only a few people I can move. Run back to your room to hasten the response.

The newlywed he had been given a detachment in the mansion as his own room, but instructed all those who might be able to fight, including those who work there, to gather.

A butler, a cook, a gardener, or a man who says stables are defensive if you have to.

"Mr. Succulette...... no, you"

In a rush, his new wife, who has just finished her wedding, rushes to her husband. On the first night of my wedding, it took me a long time to get out of the room because I was dressed to sneak eyes.

"I'm sorry, Petra. I can't believe this happened early in the wedding."

"No, I can't help it... is it a dispute?

"Seems so. I'm out, too."

If it is in the middle of a noise, Petra also perceives the situation only if she comes from a military family. To the extent that I know I'm not a drunk who's making a scene by entrusting me to a wedding. And to the extent that we know we're being attacked.

"I don't like being a widow on my first day of marriage, do I?

"I don't like it either, but that's where I want my husband to push his back"

"It's okay. Because I believe you."

It's an unscrupulous story to tell a soldier not to die. They are asked as knights to have a spirit that does not even hate self-sacrifice if necessary.

I can kill myself, but I don't like being killed, etc., is an unsolicited story. You can hit yourself, but it's bully logic to be angry when you get hit back. Unilateral exercise of power is only violence. The power of the knight must not be violence.

As a knight who is preached the high spirits, when you point your sword at them, you are prepared to point your sword at them as well. That was considered right, at least in the Kingdom of God.

Still, I don't want to create a sad story with a young man about his wife becoming a widow early in the marriage, etc.

Even if the newlyweds are left out, there is still a long way to go in the young squares. The young knight embraced his wife, saying it was not his life that would make him look like an intruder here. And whisper straight in my wife's ear.

"It's okay, I'll be back safely"

"... that's what your father always said."

"I'll be fine."

"Be careful."

Though temperamental, Petra hasn't had time to lose her real father in the war either. Really, the husband and father look on it.

A husband who leaves with words to reassure his wife, who cannot hide her anxiety.

With a couple of military men, when they break up, they are always ready for this life's breakup.

Sucre followed the scene without looking back.

"What's this gesture?

"That's six. We just got together."

Running away, Sucre asked the man who had joined him.

The answer was a bossy head man in leather armor.

This man is a mercenary belonging to the mercenary regiment "Corduni Yoshiyoshi". Sucrolle, who works with pennies from his parents, in the name of a flat budget, is the mercenary he employs on his own stomach and is the biggest pawn in moving the status quo.

"... not much"

"Then I'll correct it. Five in a hundred."

"Where did a hundred people gush from?

"Because I'm a hundred people on my own. Good for you, young lady, such a powerful man on your side."

"I guess I'll say it myself..."

The mercenary profession, if you don't have the strength. If not, I'll just die.

Conversely, humans who have been operating mercenaries for a long time are equipped with strength with few exceptions. At the very least, they have the art of protecting themselves to the extent that they can escape at times of need.

A man's words don't mean to let him out of his mouth. Although it seemed too exaggerated to be able to work for a hundred people.

Fighting was already taking place there when Skoole arrived north of the mansion.

A pair of people who occasionally looked around here are fighting over ten. No, should we already talk about it in its past form? The allies are not ready to fight.

"Back off. I'll take care of the rest."

"Dear Su, Sukurale..."

Two families who were fighting fell into Sucre's short order. Fall into depression, a dangerous way to fall.

"Hiccup!!

A mercenary man turned to shelter those two, or just to jump in where people were gathering. With the insensitivity that people don't even care that they're falling.

No sudden clapping. Suddenly, the thief's side, who hid his face, falls back to get in shape. The humans who expected this never ceased to be surprised, so in the precious time they earned, they recovered the two who fell into it. It's squeaky to see what's going on.

"It's okay, I'm just losing my mind"

The family of the Kadreček family even if it rots. People who patrol at night were also trained inside, apparently. Though wounds have been made everywhere in the body and there is blood everywhere, only fatal injuries seem to have managed to be thoroughly guarded. I can't do it without believing that help will come soon, just an elite job.

The bleeding and first aid are then left to those who rendezvous, and Sucre also joins the front.

By then, a front had been built in such a way that there were more than a dozen thieves and a few on the Kadreček side. A barricade of impromptu seating is usually made by flipping tables and chairs used for tea parties, etc., instead of shields.

In a numerically unfavourable situation, but what they do is buy time. And the interest of the land was in the Sucre and the others.

"Yikes!!

"Arrow? Gordon?"

Surprised by the flying arrows, Sucre rushes to explore where the arrows come from. At the end of that gaze is on the roof of the mansion. There was a man in the shade of night.

A man standing in a light outfit, in a beautiful spot. Gordon-Bufelton is also known throughout the Kadrecek family as "Gordon Without Two Arrows". A wizard capable of seeing the movement of the wind, he is known as a famous sniper in conjunction with the arms of a bow. A rare type of wizard whose bow and arrow skill is not magic, but uses magic as a complete aid. Even without magic, it's the right skill, but with magic, a celebrity who takes a bow is regarded as one of the best in the country.

He was scouted on the battlefield by the Kadreček family and became a squire for more than twenty years. The trust from the master is strong and the strength is certain. As soon as he takes the bow and formations it on top, one platoon lightly deals with him.

"Okay, I can do this"

Squeale was able to gently wave to Gordon and communicate with him.

At a time when the avant-garde had managed to take shape and there was no more anxiety in the rear guard, he decided that it was possible enough if only time was bought.

Soldiers who are loyal to the basics and tough are what Skoole specializes in. It also creates room to look around.

"How's the injured?

"It's a dangerous condition, but the hemostasis is over. I hope I'm not bleeding too much by the time I stop."

Everyone looks up to the response that was returned. People are still getting together, but having an injured person can lower your morale.

I can't even tell you to get out of the way because I'm in the way. I can't even think of that in the first place, Sucre.

Glued.

Not pushed back, not pushed back. Such a spiritually tense situation is broken by a slight voice.

"Oh, you hold up enough. The boulder is Lord Succulet. Didn't you have to panic?"

"Boy, it looks like there are some seriously injured people out there. Wasn't it rather slow to rush?

Whoever it is, the dependable friends of the Kadreček family. the elites of the Mortairn family.

A few armed groups suddenly appeared where no one was supposed to have been before. The Kadreček family were uniformly vigilant, and some of them tried to fly, but their vigilance was fogged by the words of Sukıre.

"Lord Pastry!!

"I rushed to reinforcements on Father's orders. I'll help you with the machete."

"It helps."

Quickly, the faces that said Pastry, Shiites, Koanthro and Tobiam slipped into the battlefield, trying to jump over the barricade.

Even in the midst of a sword and a bloodbath, there is nothing to be cowered about as one.

Thieves who notice new disturbances try to intercept them in the same number. Until the blackening men waved their swords, even non-combatants could see. No, that's all they saw.

Just enough time to blink. The thieves had all their swords broken.

What the hell happened? All I know is that I know what's going on.

"It would be useful to have one broken sword. They all use the same sword, so it's easy to fold it."

It was Pace's magic that broke the sword. It is Pais's eighteenth to [transcribe] the wound.

Suddenly bare hands, no, the pattern (s) alone can't prevent the warring warrior's onslaught from falling short of weapons and blocked hands.

It is a Mortairn family as it literally embodies a thousand horsemen. In no time, the situation leans toward the Kadreček family advantage. Overwhelming advantage. In an instant, the intruders are seized.

In response to being able to control the scene without the dead, the next head of the Kadreček family bowed to the Pais and the others.

"Thank you for your help"

"No. I occasionally came to Wang Du for the marriage of Lord Skoole, and don't worry, maintaining security in Wang Du is also my father's business. Oh, you've got some injuries. Let me see some."

The first pair seriously injured also had fever. First aid is over, but it's starting to purify here and there, and it's suspicious if it'll help. Good and four minutes and six minutes. Either way, I'd rather not help.

So Pace took out a few grains of candy from his nostrils.

"Eat this"

Make sure to shove it into the injured man's mouth and let him lick the candy. With care not to pinch it to your throat.

"What is it, is it?

"It's just throat candy. It should add to your awareness and nourishment"

Regardless, the paste candy is camouflage. I use the magic of sneak healing, but in this case, I don't have to worry about the magic finding out. I healed because I won a bad bet for a minute, it would seem to me to be the extent. In fact, you may not have to do anything to help, so you're lucky.

But Scuole took a different view.

Even though it's out of common sense, it's what Pace does, so I thought there was something special about "feeding candy." The observation is excellent in that regard. But I'm decidedly inexperienced beyond that.

I took the liberty of convincing him that it must be "healing candy" to hear rumors, if any.

If the North cleans up, we have to go to other help.

The Kadreček family squire, including Pais and the others, head east only at the beginning. Heterogeneous children of the Mortairn family and fierce men such as Shiites, known by two names. In addition, with the addition of wizards and hand-worked men to escort the nobles who were staying in the Kadreček family for the wedding, the defensive side becomes more advantageous with each passing of time.

Eventually, faster than the sky whitened, all the thieves were to be crusaded.

Since the defensive side perfectly defended the mansion, is there such a thing as a headstrong military family?

"Again, thank you for your help"

One paragraph later, the Duke of Kadrecek came to say hello to Pais. Behind him also follows his son Sucre.

"I know how helpful you have been, above all."

"It's a reliable thing to do even though you're young. Speaking of which, what about your father?"

"My father has a role pattern, so I think he's flying around town. Even more so now, policing noble neighborhoods is military business. Inside each mansion is the territory of each nobleman. I pushed him, but if my father did, he would have thrown out his official duties and made personal matters a priority."

"I see. You were leading a central squad. If anyone fled all over town, your father would be held captive. I'd like to get in touch with you if I can."

"Then let's do people"

Pais sent Shiites under his father with the magic of metastasis just now. The Kadreček family has found out that "Kaserol can lend magic to his son," so there's no need to hide it.

While waiting for the return of the squire chief, postwar processing awaits.

The interrogation of the black bastards we caught is particularly important. We have to wash out the reason why we attacked the Kadreček family and the relationship behind it.

At a time like this, the Kadreček family has professionals. interrogation and torture professionals. He sounds like a horrible person when asked like this, but in fact he is an experienced old man.

For many years, he was in charge of checking the house number of a criminal, which elevated him to the realm of stunts to see through the lies and secrets of criminals. We do not possess any magical skills, but that is why, on the contrary, their abilities are valuable.

With such interrogation, the officer in charge makes strange remarks.

"Is there a Holy Nation?

"Yeah, it seems that way to me. It's just a slightly uncomfortable accent, and it seems like a way of accepting our generation."

It was odd indeed.

There are no old men in the intruder. They were all young.

Sometimes if a half-breed person interrogates something that is good because the interrogator was familiar with the language of his hand, he can only understand that there is simply the Holy Nation.

It was then that Shiites returned with the magic of casserole.

"Boy, hey..."

"Shiites, is something wrong?

Somehow it was for someone else's ear scratching requirements.

"Even the Admiral said he caught a few of them, but they spoken strange messages. The Admiral told me to tell the boy."

"Message?"

"This is a warning. He's next."

"What's next…? Are you saying you still have other goals?

Raiders who attacked the night of the Kadreček family wedding. When I hear the next thing I can think of, everyone turns their sights to one place.

Beyond it stood a large royal castle.