Sweet Reincarnation

Mortaire Territorial Thursden. Mortairn Mansion Backyard.

Although it is a Mortairn family with many hidden secrets from day to day, there are many relatively mild secrets here.

A test field, also known as the Playground of Pais, a washing area for drying laundry, including underwear for women's groups, and a slaughterhouse for livestock that is difficult to show to guests.

And a training ground for using magic.

The mere vacant land named this training ground is invisible because of the fact that the Mortairn family mansion itself is in a small position even in the village, as well as the fact that it makes enclosures out of wooden walls.

At least, unless I tried to look inside and purposefully peek, I could not possibly be seen by a walking human being, etc.

The size of a land about two sides of a tennis court makes the reddish ground appear to be remnants of what was once a skinny land where Mortairn territory could not be the bustling of crops.

There were now several men and women in this hidden place.

Speaking of reasons, it's for the daughter-in-law duel between the Bombino and Mortern families.

One is Mortairn Family Clerk Shiites.

He is here as a witness to this duel.

With the position of the heavy town of the Mortairn family, others may think that there may be injustice, but this stand is only formal. Both houses admit there is no problem.

As a Bombino family, I do not believe that Caserol will imitate such things as working wrongfully or losing doesn't admit losing badly at birth. It also made sense to make an appeal that I believe in that way.

And the same is true of the Mortairn family.

Casserole believes in Pais and thinks that only her own son has nothing to be ashamed of as a knight. Parental fool's glamour.

Because my loving son is a deputy, I thought it would be good with decorations such as an attendant.

There is also the trust of both of them, and Shiites is there in the form of a truly mere presence.

The other is Anise.

At the time of the incident in Yangtian, which was a parent-child confrontation, even the servant Anise could not be left alone, and thus deliberately participated in the stand-up.

My husband and son will now hit each other with a sword. If one of them is irrevocably injured. Or if something unfortunate happens. Not that I don't mind thinking so, but contrary to her laid-back appearance, she stood up and watched the two loved ones.

And all that remains are the parents and children of Pais and Casserole.

The two of them can also be considered the protagonists of this duel.

Together, it is a serious battle of authenticity, carrying a sword of common use and not even pulling a blade. I mean, there's a real danger to my life just because both sides have the skill to kill people, but I can't tell you to stop it at the earliest.

Fighting is the only way to get here.

If it's true, there were Uranta and Jose here, but Uranta was alienated for "for the Bombino family to win” to hide Pais “original use of magic," and Jose is not here to help keep Uranta from coming for a peek in case.

Situation of waiting for results with Jose. As for Uranta, with anticipation, anxiety, joy and embarrassment, her heart was rough as a stormy sea.

Casserole turned her shoulder gently, thinking it was a good idea, to see how this happened at all, in the face of such a great commotion between each of them.

"You're the same, no clapping..."

The crunch of casserole reached Pace's ears firmly, even in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

"This is the only way. My treat... for the happiness of Lord Uranta and Sister Jose."

As the heart of Pais, I want to congratulate Uranta and Jose on their friendship. In particular, he had compassion as a brother who wanted his sister to marry him where he could be as good as possible and where he could take care of him. The beginning of this case comes from such care for my sister. The Mortairn family style, which cares about the family, is exactly the same without Pais leaking into the example.

But that's also a convenient opportunity to roll all the fruit you can get. If you sell your favor here to Ulanta, you will get it as a top priority when fruits that cannot be grown in Mortarn territory are grown in Bombino territory. You can talk about improving fruit varieties and how to grow new crops. The position of benefactor and brother-in-law allows for that degree of accommodation.

Even Mortarn territory is susceptible to water shortages, and orchards that require large quantities of water to grow are physically difficult, so for Pace, it was something he wanted so that he could get his hands out of his throat.

In a way, an excellent opportunity to privatize the orchards of the Bombino family. The candy madness, which I could not have stayed so abnegated, stood with my sword against my father.

"Tell me how many sons you don't give a shit!!

"It has been decided that a father is something that will sooner or later be pulled out by his son. It's bad for my father, but I'll let you win."

The tongue battle before the duel is over, and the battle begins.

Pais was twitching and moving and gazing into his father's gap. But when waiting still didn't reveal anything, he moved out of his mind. Movements of temperament were crisp and good moves that made you feel grown enough to keep an eye on even casseroles. So much so that Shiites roared.

Dappled, he showed Pace attacking with a tiny right payment close to the pounding motion, while Casserole avoided using no sword, no magic, just gently moving her legs with a scratch.

A small slash, slight evasion. Evidence that they both act in a futile manner and try to avoid draining stamina, and both admit they are tough opponents of each other. We both immediately perceive the opponent's intention to move in response to the motion to be ready for long-term battle, not to be a half-breed opponent.

The rush to read in both hands began. Parent-child conversation, waving the sword.

"Hey, Shiites."

The sound of two sword triumphs flies, in the middle of it. Anise called out to Shiites.

"What is it?"

"Now, why is my son and husband fighting?

"Well, Jose, it's because your daughter's engagement is hanging. Come on."

In response to a quiet question from Anise, Shiites responds sideways. This man's consciousness was now going to two people, Casserole and Pais. In these two cases, if you look away for a moment, you're suddenly somewhere else, and I can't even lose my mind for a moment.

But for Anise, there was something I couldn't miss hearing Shiites say.

I heard you two were going to fight, but I didn't hear you put on Jose's engagement. That's why I put my uncommonly angry feelings on the table and roughed up my voice against Shiites. I'm not angry with Shiites, but you should just try him.

"No!! You didn't even talk to me?

"Whatever you decide between the two boys and the general."

When Casserole decided to duel. I had no idea this was going to happen.

I thought if I signed up for a duel and the Uranta hit would come, I'd just admit my guts and determination anyway, and I thought I'd measure the strength and seriousness of the Viscount family by how much strength I'd have if other deputies were to come. Both, an attitude that you just don't deserve to win.

I mean, I didn't think I'd lose. I didn't think this out of overconfidence or chronic mind, but because of the once-in-a-lifetime hitting and battlefield experience, I was convinced that there was no way in the Bombino family that an opponent could defeat me one-on-one. In fact, you're not mistaken because you lent your ear to the devil's whisper without having someone ready to fight the casserole.

I'm not going to lose, so the story of Jose's engagement will flow. Even if he was reporting an engagement he declined to his wife, Casserole was going to make dozens of contacts with his wife every time she socialized, and even this time she was going to report it ex post facto as one of them.

There was a house where I wanted Jose for my wife. Because it was the right house, and they had some attractions, but I turned them down. Talk about things like that. Usually that would have been enough, and if there had been no unexpected parent-child duel, etc., there would have been nothing wrong with that.

There was a loud sound of cancer. In a panic, Shiitz turned his attention to you.

Parents and children first exchanged only swordsmanship, but there are still minutes in casserole that beat physique, muscle strength and skill if only pure swordsmanship, and the difference is overwhelming.

Pace was rolled with the momentum to be bounced off. Soon, of course, Pace jumped up and set up his sword, but gradually the colour of fatigue began to creep.

"Don't do it, Pais. Stronger."

A little happy casserole when it comes to a duel. As a samurai, I can't help but be happy with my son's definitive growth, but in a serious battlefield called dueling, he tried to push his emotions to death, and still a form of leaking joy appeared on his face.

"Thank you. But swordsmanship alone doesn't seem to beat my father yet."

In contrast, Pais was a little remorseful.

My body was getting bigger, and although I had the thought that maybe, it still didn't seem like a wall that would make me cross so easily.

"Naturally. I can't lose to my son yet. I still have a father's mentz."

"So here's the real deal!!

Reward for the sword trident that begins again.

Besides, casserole started to get serious just because I was done seeing how things were going.

Using magic to make a move around the back in an instant, or just making it look that way and showing up left and right and poking a sword, he starts making diverse and composite moves, not to mention exerting the magical swordsman's lead. Grasp the signs of magical activation, it was a snuggly paice with a agile reaction to deal with instantly, but from a casserole, the movement of the paice has been shown dozens of times before by the margin. Predict or direct the movement of Pais from experience, sharpening Pais' health in a gritty way.

A situation where you flirt with your son in a move like you've never even done in your normal practice, and whenever Pace responds to such a casserole move, he undeniably breaks down and applauds you for wasting more strength.

If you scratch it poorly, it will more than double back with the magic of Pais. Or Pais was hoping there might be a winning chance there, but as a casserole, the measures are adequate. He fought with a focus on wearing him out.

"What's up, aren't you serious!! If you're not here, I'm coming."

"Shit!! When magically moved momentarily, the strength feels out of step"

"I didn't teach you swordsmanship while flying around yet. It would be a good experience. Learn from it. Losing makes it property."

"How about this!!

When it finally becomes dangerous, Pace uses magic.

It's not [transcription] either, it's [metastasis]. For instant travel it was all about confrontation with instant travel, and I started flying around using magic.

If the casserole magically bounces, Pace bounces back even more.

Shiites, the witness, even felt his eyes go crazy at the two appearances that disappeared when he appeared pompous here and there visibly. I'm tired of seeing it, not the tired eye ratio.

If you suddenly show up and disappear, trying to follow a UFO-like movement with your eyes, the load won't be half.

It shouldn't be that long, but I can't imagine the back of my eyes starting to tickle.

Between those who use the same magic as one another. There is no more dramatic change of motion. It is a battle of altitude, with casseroles and others moving while reading to the next next next hand. Pais would be about the same thing. If this is the magic that ignites fire or throws objects, when we activate magic on each other, it will be offset with unusual damage to our surroundings, but the magic used by both of us is [metastasis]. It's hard to hit each other or easily use them down if the bullets are themselves. No, it's impossible.

The comedy occurs that magic does not give way to reciprocal reading, and if so, unwillingly, even though it is a wizard's contention, it is superior or inferior in parts other than magic. This means that we have to end up in the same situation we usually do when we wave our swords.

The casserole is getting a lot tired too, but not least, the boy felt he had been taken by a sneaky magic at the moment of his metastasis.

The total amount of magic itself is more overwhelming in Pace, but the use of instantaneous travel is also experienced. There is no greater difference in the ability to relay.

"Well, is that my imitation? The customer is in the middle. But what I'm reading is a blade!!

But there was also a rush for an outgoing casserole.

My son is stronger than I thought, and I am losing more strength and magic than I originally assumed.

If I keep prolonging this, I'm in a hurry to think maybe.

Where he was defending his parents' majesty while in such a hurry, Fu and his son's body swam.

"There, I got it!!

A quick move that won't let you use instant travel.

His health was at the bottom, and the initial quickness was gone from the shadows he sees. Pace was an inevitable swordsman. It was.

"... I've been waiting for this time"

Unexpectedly, Pace let go of his sword.

A move that was made despite teaching you not to let go of your sword so much. It disappeared without a sword. I'm distracted by it.

Moreover, he showed Yangtian's rough business of transferring behind the casserole when Pais, who should have been constantly breathing, "recovered his strength with the magic of healing".

If it is called metastasis immediately after the metastasis is successful, I understand. It's only a technical thing called magic activation speed, so it's still within common sense. Even as a casserole, I might be able to do it if I wanted to.

But Pais is not continuously activated either. Insanity used magic in parallel.

"Become!! He said it was a magic simultaneous activation!!

Impossible.

With that in mind, Pace's sword was placed on the neck of the casserole. Grab the sword you should have let go with your backhand.

It is an unmistakable settlement.

"Ha, ha... I've never beaten my father before... today, for the first time"

Pace's declaration of victory.

You can't even admit this as casserole. Cleanliness is also the beauty of casserole.

"I lost. I feel sorry for you, but for some reason, don't be proud."

"So, Jose, what's your story?

"Oh. Let's admit it"

"Okay! Now we're one step closer to dreaming!

Pais accidentally rejoiced in a gutsy pose.

Even as a casserole, I felt like I was going to bless my daughter's engagement because I had done so far.

"You, Pais"

"Mother"

"Anise."

To those two, there's one woman approaching.

Look at that face, both Pace and Casserole realize how bad they are in their position. Speaking of which, the fact is that you were talking to my mother without any consultation.

Above all, someone who shouldn't make you angry, quite angry.

"Let me tell you more... Pais, don't run away."

It was Pais who was trying to escape the scene, but the mother also foresees such a son's behavior. Lightly captured.

In the end, the strongest opponent, whether his own mother or not, thought Pace was smug.