Sweet Reincarnation

"That's it."

There was a pair of people sneaking their gaze out of the woods in the hills.

"It's a trick."

"There have been a lot of pedestrians in and out of this town lately, so it was easy"

Within the pair, one was a young man who felt like a runaway pedestrian.

Making smiles, neat hair, clothes that are not too luxurious and do not lose cleanliness while practicing to keep business people alert. A very ordinary young man who will be buried in large numbers, even as he walks all over town.

Against, the other one is a boy who feels like a son of a good family.

“Dark hair” with colored eyes. A child dressed in tailored clothes who seems to be right when it comes to some bong.

The appearance of a dominant face and the lingering appearance of childhood was a mismatch, and I felt like I was stretching my back and putting on a lot of people.

"Lord Uranta is still a good lord."

"You still won't know if he's good or not. Being a traditional aristocrat would be like hitting relatives among ministers, and not accompanied by an assistant who combines loyalty and ability?

"Using talented people is also the lord's skill. The idea of trying to make full use of the information gained during naval warfare and the ability to make decisions and invest without hesitation. You mustn't insult me."

"Is he a genius?

"I don't deny that I'm more talented than the rest of you, but I guess I've had a lot of hard work and effort from a very young age. Because trials are about polishing people."

In front of the pair is a field that is quite large. It is also a so-called orchard, separated and managed by about twenty.

The delimited compartments are lined with vines, bonca, mulberry, pear, yamamomomo and other trees.

This orchard is characterised by the fact that not a month has passed since these trees were planted.

"Fruit to combat septicaemia...... I didn't expect to hear that and even develop it to the experimental farm. I'd like to have the whole thing..."

"Pe... not Lady Rice. The way you think is a lot of noise. We're just merchants now, aren't we?

"Oops, I was. Do you want to disperse before it's too late?"

The unidentified pair had magically disappeared from the spot.

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Port Street Nylier on Viscount Bombino territory. The hustle and bustle came with the sea breeze, and this town was overflowing with people as well as the good economy today.

At this time, when the cold is also severe, the harbour town is in good spirits. Fish groups, starting with the eagle, roam near the harbour town, followed by large cuttlefish and so on. It's the cold weather that keeps the harbor town busy.

When fishermen are busy, traders dealing with fish are also busy. Inquirers who wholesale to town inns and fishmongers are also busy, but above all busy are merchants who wholesale fish to the Viscounts.

It is a famous story that a boy, who should have been a lord and not yet had time, has rapidly re-established the management of his territory over the past year or two. Guests come from here and there because it is a traditional Viscount house and because of the good economy.

Fish dishes are the dishes that behave when guests arrive. Naturally, it's local food from Port Town. Every morning a merchant comes in and out to buy some good-looking goodies (ginger) so that no matter when any visitors arrive.

Buying a merchant who ends up with an unstoppable chat on a daily basis.

But now, this merchant often heard rumors about something.

No other uranta's, in the form of a scandal.

Content of rumors that I just think someone is intentionally spreading.

It was that Uranta had degraded women by force.

"So it's a misunderstanding."

The Lordship Hall in Nylier.

The most formatted of several reception rooms. Uranta shouted in a troubled face in a guest room used to entertain important people.

"Explain it in detail."

Opposite Uranta sat the lord's deputy of the Baron family in friendship with the Viscount Bombino family. Whoever it is, it's a pastry.

He was also a comrade in battle with Uranta and close to getting along with Pais, but that was also confusing this time as Pais.

What happened was a victory celebration in the Wang capital.

There was an incident in which Uranta attacked a woman. No, rightly, there were a few people out there who made that noise.

There are also “coincidences” that no one close to Uranta, such as Serjan of the House of Ratesh or the Casserole, Pastry or Kadreček Sukkure of the House of Mortayrun, was present beside Uranta, and a small number of people witnessed the incident itself.

All of them are whispering that Uranta “attacked and humiliated a woman”.

Of course, as a uranta, I pleaded innocent that I didn't do that.

Sometimes it was a place of celebration, and once it had become a royal deposit, the place had healed, but there was no door in a man's mouth. Rumors spread unnaturally, and the current situation is that the troubled uranta contacted Pais to talk to him.

"From the beginning, I'll explain, what happened at the Victory Celebration begins. In doing so, I was surrounded by some women."

"I hear my father was watching that. There was no doubt that Lord Serjan was there. You know, it's been an aggressive appeal match for women."

Uranta is a high-formatted Viscount Cao who is even traditional. It's also a bloody hissoettie that has already succeeded to the title.

If the territorial management is going very well, the house is wealthy, and then there is military merit and fame, it is more wrong to want it to be left alone.

Pais had a lot of similarities until he married Liquorice, but in the case of Pais, where some names could be sold, some were reluctant because their fiancée had already been decided. Because I don't want to make the Fuberleks enemies.

But Uranta is single without a fiancée. The popularity of Pais is so popular that it becomes so popular.

Except for the one thing that's still underage, I'd say the perfect opponent.

A rare opportunity to meet together, even those who are aristocratic and tend to cage in territory on a daily basis. Not in the first place.

Besides, there were a lot of young ladies who couldn't get out of their own territory, so they would have been surrounded by many times more women everyday.

"It's been that way since the beginning. By the time I was getting tired, one woman asked me to go somewhere quiet. Because it was easy to get around the noise, I went with him to make a statement. A woman asked a friend for you."

"Hmm."

"And I was invited to one of the holding rooms that was reserved for ill health, etc. I was just walking in, and there was a client there."

Uranta looking remorseful.

Even myself, I guess I know I was over-prepared in this respect.

In a charismatic and aristocratic society, even though I am tired, I don't have to be alert and follow people I don't know without a personal confession.

I still don't have much experience doubting people, so it usually comes with an adjunct, but I'm also unlucky that the King's Capital celebration was a place where nobility was the only place I could get in.

No, from a person who can tour the conspiracy, you should dare say you were after him.

"Is that the lady you sued this time?"

"By the time I opened the door, she was supposedly already undressed. It was when I entered the room that I was shouted. I never let her undress me."

When Uranta entered the room, it was dark in the room.

I don't care what you think about Royal Castle's dark rest room, which was also maintained for guests, but Uranta is inexperienced and unaware.

He walked into the room and was guided because he had a couch for a break, where he said he realized for the first time that there was a half-naked woman.

The woman who complained about Uranta this time claims that Uranta has been forced to come in and do something nasty (nasty) where she was resting from being ill earlier.

It is Pais's opinion and Casserole's opinion whether a child (Uranta) who has no hair either would do that, but from the standpoint of the female side, it seems like a muscular claim. At least, there's no contradiction in exaggeration.

From a person who knows Uranta well, it seems like a wrongful crime made up by a third party no matter how you look at it, but it's troublesome that the woman who sued him isn't necessarily connected to the person who set him up. Even if I suspect, I don't know how to suspect who.

"I see... I mean, Your Excellency has been embedded."

"Embedded?

"The aim would be to press for compromise by spreading Your Excellency's bad reviews, and to push His Excellency's fiancée, Awabari."

"Oh no..."

I can think of a few goals for this one. We do not know which is the correct answer at present.

One is if it's just for the purpose of harassment.

Even if not as good as the Mortairns, the Bombino family also plays a fancy role inside. It is also said that the Lord will soon do so as well. The jealousy kind, if you count, will have no kiri.

Other factional mechanics may have worked to warn that only southern and military family valves have power. It's not possible to make the Kadreček or Ratesh families enemies, but it's no wonder that there are people in the Bombino family who thought they still had room to pull their legs.

Or there was the possibility that it was really just an accident. When this happens, I have no idea what the aim of this case is, who's plotting it, etc.

Even Pais doesn't know, so it would be even worse in Uranta.

Suppose there are people behind this kind of trouble who are pulling threads. A good modus operandi to sneak a face where Uranta has run out of trouble and sell thanks for the resolution without putting it on scattered.

In other words, the most suspicious may be the confectioner being consulted in a friendly manner, but only this time it is completely silo.

"If you're going to rule the place without the most waves, it's early to get engaged to the other woman. They'll stop making noise because that's what they want, and if they were lovers, there's no one to make a fuss about naked one or two."

The woman claiming to have been humiliated said that she was one of those who would have surrounded Uranta.

Even if it's an accident, I'm probably trying to make a fait accompli with this luck. If we want to resolve this in a discussion, what will compel us to make only concessions?

What the other party is likely to come up with in the proposed concession is an engagement to Uranta. If this is the case, there is the divine power to silence even the majority of the unscrupulous.

"I know. The other's house is quite the landlord, and that it's both a home and, in a way, an opportunity. But......"

"But?"

Pais urges Uranta to continue, who he says with some regret.

"I have feelings for Miss Josephine. I'm sure you know Lord Pastry, but I don't want to have anything but her for my wife."

It was a powerful declaration. There is no shade in determination.

I want to say this vow, but to the point where I think I may have called Pais.

"I'm happy to be ready for that, as my brother... but I don't think they'll give up either, do you? Whatever it takes to get out of the Ratesh family and raise a martial arts medal, because it has a reputation to be a naval war specialist. Even in the naval battles ahead, without the extraction of Lord Uranta, the victory would not have been remembered? Even in anticipation of the future, you have a rich territory. Older and single with both fame and strength. I won't give up first."

"Can't you handle it? Only Lord Pastry can talk to me about this."

To Uranta's words, Pais thinks arm in arm. The time to conceive silently lasts for a while.

The refreshing uranta was impatient, and the timing opened my mouth to make more haste.

"... one thing, I've never had a hand"

"What is that?

To Pace's words, Uranta listens with the thought of straw. I tried to get my body forward and caged my strength to miss even the shards.

"The other party makes so much noise because the seat next to Lord Uranta is empty. That's what I want and I'm making a scene. Then fill in the empty seats and they'll be loved too."

"So that's... no, could it be?

To Pace's words, Uranta notices all the time.

The silver-haired boy's face had an evil kid atmosphere where he enjoyed flirting.

"Yes, I wish Lord Uranta and my sister, Josephine, were engaged."

"Be sure and be happy!!

Ulanta stood up joyfully brave.

In his eyes, he could see a more reliable “brother-in-law” than any other.