Sweet Reincarnation

"What the hell is that?"

Casserole shrugged.

At the end of the gaze, women of all ages. All in all, there are many women who would be called wives. I know it would be his wife or daughter who looks chilly from time to time, but I can't grasp the whole thing anyway.

"Father, it's a lady over there."

"Does it look like a bunch of wild dogs flocking to prey to me?

"That would be rude, no matter how many."

When Pais and the others tried to rendezvous with the Mortairn women, they quickly found where they were, but it was a headache situation in that they were having difficulty rendezvous.

Originally, the Mortairn family was highly popular. If it was a social place, there were overwhelming numbers of people coming to talk to me compared to the average baron family.

The baroness of the Mortairn family and her daughters are all there, and if they want to be human, they will speak up.

And they, they realize. That Jose and Liquorice costumes are unfamiliar designs.

If this is just unusual, I'll end up talking about "nice costume." Even for Jose and Rico, if you smile and say a word of gratitude, that's the least you can do.

But it's not to the extent that the clothes you're wearing end with a word or two. I'm intrigued enough to stop and talk in. When you don't finish with a light greeting, you can wait around the popular Mortairn family to say hello and be natural and human, which is the cycle of calling wild horses again.

All in all, the problem was that Pais' prepared dress was of a very sophisticated design.

Where is it refined?

For example, the cuffs differ in thinness.

Points of appreciation for the beauty of women vary from time to time and from country to country. Sometimes a plump woman is said to be beautiful, and sometimes the face of a servant's face is considered beautiful. Sometimes I would rate it as beautiful because of the hairstyle I put up on the platter, and sometimes the longer my neck, the more beautiful it is.

Then how about in the Kingdom of God? This country is a kingdom of knights whose soldiers are noble. The fundamentals of values are really susceptible to the influence of knights.

In other words, the excess fat is scorned as just lack of exercise, lack of workout. This is especially true in the case of men. If you can't even put it on the wind of a knight, such as an obese body that can't even ride a horse, the military won't take it badly. There was even a polar theory that it was burning rubbish, such as chunks of fat that could not even use a sword.

This trend also affects women, and tight bodies are still supposed to make a good impression. Bukubuku's triple belly, etc., tries to make a crisp body line by tightening it with underwear but hiding it, and clothes are made to go with it. The design is priceless with a cuddly, tight waist.

As for the sleeves of clothing, it would also be better to look as thin as possible, in the aesthetic sense of the Kingdom of God. It is the taste of the women in this country that makes it difficult for them to hide.

But what happens if you sew your sleeves to fit your arms perfectly?

In this case, I can't get my arm through my sleeve. In a world without elastic chemical fibers or anything else, if you try to put your hand through the same circumferential sleeve as your wrist, your palm won't hold onto you and pass. Especially the thinner the wrist, the so-called “beauty," the more so.

So, a party dress in the Kingdom of God is a lot of clothes with cuts in them at the cuffs. It is often embellished with frills and the like to mislead the thickness of the sleeves.

So, how's the new Mortairn family?

This is a seam that fits perfectly to the wrist and the silhouette of Jose and Liquorice's thin arms comes out beautifully from the shoulder to the wrist.

When it comes to how this is possible, there is a secret around the wrist with a button on the cuff.

Pais will have accidentally gotten ahead of the technology that emerged from the Middle Ages and Modernity of Europe.

When the craftsmen were talking about the design and discussing to what extent to squeeze the cuffs, this happened because Pais pinched his mouth to see if he could button it. It would be Columbus' eggy idea.

Various other ideas have been devised to match the shape and appearance of Rico and Jose, and whoever sees it can tell it is a new fashion.

If the three of you come by, it's called literary wisdom. With a lot of knowledge, Pais was also confident that he had something pretty good because there were four artisan groups at one end with the experience he had cultivated in separate places. But more than that, the eating of a fat lady with eyes was unexpected.

Two girls are in a question-attack to see how they make this, where they made it, what they use for the fabric, and if they can make it for themselves.

What a suspicious group of Jose and other female-targeted men wandered around such a group.

"Come on, it's awkward if you don't help"

"Right....... Anise!!

The voice of the military passes well. I guess I heard my husband's voice, but Aniez glanced at the one who spoke and found the casserole. There must have been some relief, but I looked back a little more nervously than usual, and then I opened my eyes.

"Pais was there too!! That was just great. Stay here."

Aniez, who found the casserole, shifted his gaze to Pais, who was beside him in an instant. And tell my son to come to his side.

Normally, it makes sense to show that parents and children are getting along. It would be important not to give a gap in an unafraid aristocratic society, where parents and children would stir up friendship.

But if you try it on Pais, it's a problem. Even when told to come, the atmosphere doesn't get too busy.

Because there is a swordswallowing aura from Anise and the women around her. I began to create a gizzard and a siege net so that my determination to keep it elegant but not to let it get away with it was engulfed. The only way to escape the siege is through a single breakthrough.

So should we run away? Of course, such an option would be a foolishness in the process of being foolish.

Liquorice, my wife, is also disappointed. I don't have the option of escaping to Pais.

Even though we know it's a tiger's mouth, we just have to jump in.

"Mother, what have you done?"

"Something's wrong, I heard it. You're the one who prepared Jose and Rico's clothes."

"Yes, it is the husband's duty not to make his wife struggle with clothing and accommodation, and it is the Lords' Agent's duty to protect her from shame on the Mortairn family warrant. I arranged the clothes for both of you."

"Why didn't you tell me about the two clothes?"

"I wasn't keeping quiet. We're meeting today anyway, so I just didn't think I needed to tell you."

I would have liked to have told you in advance, and I know about Pace.

Why did you want me to tell you in advance? That intent is the problem.

If you said you wanted to get your hands on it before every problem arose, so you wanted to talk to me in advance, talk to me as a baroness. Even as Pais, I'll be careful in the future.

But apparently things are different.

"I wanted clothes like the two of us, too. Nice costume."

"... I didn't have time. There are few craftsmen in Mortarn territory, and we decided that it would be difficult to prepare a threesome for two."

"Huh!? Then you were really what we prepared for you!!

Anise, who became brighter, and the women around him, who became more noisy.

"I wonder if the craftsman who made these clothes is still in Zarsden."

"Yes, with the cooperation of the artisans who have moved to our territory, they will continue to be under our asylum"

One woman has been questioning Pais. If the memory of Pais is certain, a woman who should have been the wife of a high-ranking aristocrat in the internal affairs system.

The intent of Pace's words that artisans are not allowed to pull out in the dark. I would have read it accurately, but I am even more creative about what to do.

"Could you make the same clothes for me"

"Of course. We need to carefully measure the dimensions more than ever before in order to make clothes that match your body, and we have special ideas for cutting and needle inserting, so you will be able to travel to our territory to keep it confidential, but if you can contact us in advance, we will arrange for you not to hate the intermediary labor while wondering."

Now the Viscount of Foreign Affairs has come to speak up. She was a slightly plump lady, and it also seemed better to stop the clothes where the body lines emerged. Not as a good or bad garment, but as a story of simply not fitting.

But Pais doesn't make you feel that way at all and gives sales talks. There is also a lack of eye loss where subtle 3D cutting and special sewing are made to smell.

Foreign affairs work is mostly about people and their intermediation. There are many opportunities to give and receive gifts. That's why the eyes should be twice as fat as humans, and just because such a lady has shown interest is a harvest as a pais.

Pais, who at some point had become surrounded by the ladies, had asked his father to rescue his daughters with a subtle Mortairn parent and child hand sign.

It was when the spearhead of the question focused on Pais and Liquorice and Jose were rescued from within the enclosure.

"Ahhh!!

I heard a woman screaming tall.

It's also from a different place than the party venue.

The neighborhood shrieked at the screams like when the thugs attacked me.

"Father!!

"I protect everyone here. You look at the situation. Let me know right away if you need anything!!

"Yes."

Pais ran out all the time.

You don't have to worry about working with parents and children. Such a thing is even more so now.

The first concern of the two Mortairns was the possibility that hostile groups had raided. It is a noisy world where the exchange of life is everyday tea and rice. Being alarmed and taking your life, and then cursing you for being cowardly doesn't make any sense, so vigilance against terrorism is a natural thing to do. Even so, a place to celebrate victory is an extremely difficult place for the loser.

Venues prone to be targeted by terrorism. The Mortairns in particular are notorious for their bravery. The hero of the kingdom of God is an extremely evil man from an enemy nation.

And suppose something like a terrorist raid happened in the Royal Castle. The first thing to do as a casserole is to ensure the safety of guests, including royalty. Next, keep your body safe. It is a sin of disrespect if you put the royalty down and flee with us. Before that, you will be disqualified as a knight who takes the battle for granted.

What do you do to keep the safety of your body and the safety of the main muscles to be protected at the same time? Fortunately, this is a royal castle and there are a lot of escorts at the party venue, so it would be the best option not to move.

In the case of the Kingdom of God, nobility is always a knight. A place where nobles gathered. Neither will there be a place where more force is gathered than here.

But it doesn't matter how long it's going to take, the situation hasn't changed anything and I don't know anything.

It is self-evident that someone has to go check on the situation as a scout, but there is only one candidate.

There are two men at the party venue who can fight at the Mortairn family. If one has to stay, one has to move to check the situation.

It's Pais and Casserole. I didn't have to say anything. Immediately they both decided to suck, and just now Pais ran to scourge.

If I were your son, even if there were a strong armed group, I'd do enough to get away and come back. Collaborative play that can only be done because of such trust.

"Is Pace okay?

"Don't worry about it. A drunk must have done something wrong."

"I hope so."

As for casserole, I was almost out of the picture. All in all, there is no "battlefield atmosphere" as to whether it is a movement of escorts or how everyone is surprised by the guests.

When Pais came back to see what was going on, he relaxed and walked back.

"Father."

"So?"

I don't ask what's wrong. Even if you don't instruct me to be detailed, I'm a good driver son enough to scratch and talk about the main points.

"It's not a raid. It just seems like something was going on."

"Trouble?

"Yes."

It must be a real pain in the ass because Pais is in trouble. That's what the parent fool judges.

Pais telling the casserole to lean her ear. Pais whispered softly as he softly got into a confidential position.

Viscount Bombino has been charged with assaulting a woman.