Sweet Reincarnation

Blue Upper Moon. When the cold soothes and you feel the breath of spring full of eyes.

The mountains put together beautiful and green costumes, the rivers clear with snowmelting water, and the earth with colorful flowers competing for beauty.

Great is the melody of life. The joy of life blooming through a harsh winter.

It is inevitable to sing a song of unhung joy because it is after a war that has claimed so many lives.

In the mountains, in the meadows, in the forest.

And even in port town.

South of the Kingdom of God. In Count Ratesh territory, the end of the war was finally over the other day.

Pack the terms of the reconciliation, confirm the fulfilment, and withdraw the troops to both sides in turn. There is an Argument Award for Merit, which provides summary military trials for war criminals, and compensation from the perpetrators for the damage. It means that all of this, which is royally led, has been done.

The Ratesh family also acted as the provider of the nearest front-line base to the battlefield after taking the lead in the battle. It would have been this house that was busy after the royal family.

"Oh man, one paragraph at last"

Serjean-Retesch finished the drop off until the last army left Ratesh territory, both as the Count Principal Agent and as Commander-in-Chief of the Navy. Now that it is finally over, it is often a relief.

Most importantly, the work of diplomatic negotiation is still piling up, but that's a relief in the sense that it's not my turn. The non-military part is a non-specialist area for him. Political and military secession is the basic attitude of the contemporary Ratesh family.

Serjan felt a slight loss of fatigue as she stretched her spine a long time ago.

"Ugh, back to the castle."

There will be no one to listen to, whining to yourself. Anyway, it seems like I've become a habit because I've had a lot of work to settle here on my own lately. I guess there's fatigue too.

I can't help it if Serjan gets tired.

Since there is no such thing as international law in this world, compensation for damage to civilians also varies according to the discretion and authority of each nobleman. In the territory of Ratesh, where the main units of the Royal Divine Army headed by the Prince were stationed, illegal and outrageous acts against the Ratesh people by each nobleman had also been confirmed.

For once, in accordance with military regulations, unnecessary acts of disturbance are punished in the name of the royal family, but the embezzlement of supplies in the name of wartime levies, for example, is bad.

In the battlefield, local procurement is carried out as an extremely common practice, making it difficult to draw lines.

For example, suppose that consideration had been paid when food was obtained. If the consideration seems obviously low, this may be described as an unjustified seizure. One piece of copper coin in ten bags of wheat, etc. would be little different than stealing.

But it's very difficult to say how much consideration would be appropriate, and Zara can rub it because of the difference between the wartime market and the ordinary market.

Alternatively, it would be troublesome to suspend payments, if there were so-called scratches. It's going to be equal to lending money, so issues like deadlines and interest arise.

Those kinds of wartime troubles. I shrunk and broke my nerves to clean it up while the royal family was weighing in.

Be flexible in dealing with a thousand different issues one by one. The point is, it's like buying a price bargain every time you shop. 10,000 times more tiring than considering a budget while looking at pricing.

Traveling with shoulders untied. There's nothing you can do about being tired. Walk back to the castle while being foolish.

If my tired husband had returned to the castle, there would have been a beloved wife there.

Just go with Serjan, who came to the children's room to check the child's sleeping face, and the perfect bowl.

"Oh, you're just fine. I was wondering if you could give me a moment."

She stretches her spine elegantly, hands together in front of her waist, and walks gently in a queen manner. Uncle Briosh-Ratesh, that's him.

Wife's unusual arrival.

The man swallowed the words, "Can I see the child's face before I do it?" Here is my grief as my son-in-law.

"Oh."

Serjan enters the office with his wife, lightly consenting.

Time just for the couple.

It's not about talking about love. Conversations in this room are often the back of the Count Ratesh family, like they don't want their children to hear.

"I've got some bad information coming in."

"Disgusting information?

There is dissatisfaction in Uncle Ratesh's face. I revealed my disgust at the aperture.

Regardless, it is the high nobility that is required for abdominal arts and poker faces. Uncle Ratesh, who is also a great aristocrat of fingerprints in the Kingdom of God, is well aware of that, and he has the skill to hide emotions and take facial expressions more than the rest.

It's only because she exposes her emotions like that before her husband, and Serjan is one of the few people who can fully punch her grievances and outrages.

This is also about trust and affection.

Most importantly, if you can bump into me, patience is required.

"Viscount Bombino's fiancée has been decided."

"Hmm. Who?

For the sake of disgusting information, what seems like good news. Serjan raises an eyebrow.

For him, Viscount Bombino. Principal Uranta is a comrade who fought together on the same battlefield.

Human beings are only questioned for their true value when they are cornered or in extreme conditions. A battlefield with its own life or death is not necessarily good on the battlefield, no matter how good it may be at ordinary times, especially when it is easily spiritually cornered. Serjan has seen many people who wolf surprisingly when they stand in danger of dying, even if they are smart and likely to rely on them every day. Alternatively, it is not uncommon to talk about things that forsake the lives of their subordinates to escape for their own protection, or those who hate and betray self-sacrifice. That's why a friend you can trust and fight with on the battlefield can be considered precious regardless of gender age.

At times of need, people you can count on. That's what a comrade is.

It is the celebration of such a dear friend. I can't help but wonder.

"Guess who?

"If that's a good idea, you don't seem to be the self-proclaimed victim of the assault charge."

The scandal of the Bombino family that was rumored the other day. This stuff is only a demagogue that laughs with its nose if you try it from Serjan. That uranta can't hit a woman. Serjan knows that he is a noble knight who tries to protect women. In the first place, as a man, you would still be old enough to be oblivious to the “colour tone” of that hand. With a hundred percent certainty, it's a fabrication.

That's why I don't hide my disgust from people trying to pull the legs of stretched young people.

"Yeah. Looks like he did a good job. But the trump card for that is amazing. What a Mortairn family"

"What!?

To the words of his wife, who was half given up, Serjan now expresses his astonishment with his whole body, not with a single eyebrow.

If Uranta is a comrade of war, the pastry is the same again. Have experience fighting together on the same battlefield. When it comes to comrades, the conditions are necessary and adequate.

But I can't deal with them in the same row.

In the case of Uranta, thoughts and ideas are close to me. Being able to be partners who protect each other's backs in the sense that they largely know what they're thinking. Common sense range, even with excellence.

In contrast, in the case of Pais, thoughts and ideas are isolated from themselves. Incomprehensible. If I had left my back to you, I wouldn't know how to say I'd be over my head at some point. It's the same in the sense that you can rely on it, but in the sense that it will swing, the instrumentation will be much higher than it is for you or your uranta.

I don't think those two will tie together and the discomfort is not half.

Serjan's thought is perplexing because it belongs to the military. We can't tie each other in equal numbers because we don't seem to be in the same line.

But a convincing measure in a sense for a human being, like Uncle Ratesh, who uses politics as a basis for thought.

In the political world, emotions often dictate things.

When trouble occurs, it is not uncommon for people to develop things such as those whose emotions are unconvinced even if they know by reason, or when they ask people for things, they move not rationally but with likes or dislikes or accustoms.

Even if it is unreasonable, for now, if it is of any benefit to both sides, a deal may at first come into being no matter how unfair it may seem.

Seeing his wife's calm demeanor, Serjan regains her calm while ashamed of her wolf.

"The five women in that house are going to marry the Bombino family."

"When it comes to the five women, you were certainly Miss Josephine. I met him before when I came to the New Tea Party."

"Yeah. At that time, I realized Sir Bombino was turning up the fever better, but it didn't feel as good as her. I guess I've made some progress since last year because I didn't even like it."

There is nothing more unclear to Serjan than the femininity of men and women. Sometimes if it's about the behavior of an insane person, he'll think about it later and be convinced that he did, but sometimes when it comes to sex love shakedowns, he can't be completely convinced or understood when he hears about it later.

"But it is often forgiven by Lord Casserole"

The parent fool of Baron Mortairn Casserole can be described as common sense if he is a nobleman of the Kingdom of God. Even as Uncle Ratesh and Sergian, my attempts to be a parent have led me to experience even more of a casserole pro-fucking-idiot gesture. The kids are cute, too, in terms of how much we can devote to them.

Casserole would not pull a single step, assuming he had put the enemies of hosts in front of him for the sake of his children, and would have any large sums of money available if necessary. Even if I die, I'm a man who can do it for others.

Yes, because everyone can believe it, heroes are called heroes.

But that's why I have the courage to tell you to bring me the Mortairn daughter. That's not something you can do inside if you break into the midst of all the great nobles competing.

How many chances did you have to win an engagement, or ran wild with romantic emotions instead of rational? Whatever it is, it makes sense that it would not have been under normal circumstances.

"He said the Baron disagreed. Someone persuaded me to do it."

"... was there someone in Baron Mortairn's house who could put me through?

The winning casserole is a generation of heroes, and its child pastry is a rare genius. I know Shiites, the squire chief, and the rest of my men are grainy. If you let me through against those people, that's the threat.

Yes, Serjan thinks.

"I was there. Someone you know well, too. He beat Sir Casserole-Mortellen in a duel and pushed through the demands."

Casserole, also known as the hero of the Redemption, lost in a one-on-one duel. After using magic, too.

Uncle Ratesh was more shocked than he thought when he first heard this news.

As an aristocrat of the Kingdom of God, it seems that the myth of the undefeated of Casserole has a great influence on the outside, which would mean that none of us were the exception to that, to say the Count.

Shock that common sense ceases to be common sense. By analogy, the kind of stunner I realized I was dropping a purse that I had put a lot of money in for a big purchase. Or would you be surprised when you woke up in the morning when it was time to confirm your tardiness? At least, there are no shards of positivity.

Something that was assembled differently after a major premise is a shock that collapses from the foundation. There was stability in the southwest because the undefeated hero defended it, and Uncle Ratesh lived without anxiety. Whatever all the certainties and thoughts, the absolute peace of mind that the strongest knights will defend their own west by winning all the time.

That collapsed, so how was the impact?

But I was even more surprised by the continuing reports.

"No way, you're a real hero, even though it's past the full season. Duel that against them...... no, not really. I know someone who could beat only one person."

"Maybe he's the person you think he is."

"... Sir Pastry-Mortellen"

Serjan realized the right answer to the boulder.

"Your answer. That boy will do it, too. Keep your own meal and let it leap around to the end. Looks like you're watching a bad do-it-yourself."

"Sir Bombino said he danced on the palm of his hand all the time?

"Tell the Mortairns to show strength, while preparing the mortairns. Whichever wins, only the Mortairns will never lose their way, right? Arrangements to scratch the maximum benefit without taking risks. Honestly, I'm convinced there's a boy behind the people who accused Sir Bombino of assault."

The Countess does not hide her abomination.

If Baron Mortairn was in a hurry to think about the impact and countermeasures of his defeat in the duel, he remembered the moment he heard the disturbing continuation that the losing opponent was also a person with Mortairn's family name. It was Mortairn who beat Mortairn. There's nothing to it, keep it that way.

I strongly want to tell that beside annoying boy to think about how annoying it is around him with the doodle in his body.

"You mean to be that vigilant? You're just talking about seeing my sister's wedding partner, right?

"They're awkward. At least, for us. Don't be alarmed, kid."

"I'm not sure. What are you so vigilant about?"

Serjan has no idea how his wife would risk her pastry that far.

As the daughter-in-law of the Baron's family, the Viscount Bombino family is sufficiently ballsy. If you look at the Mortairn family's flourishing so far, let's say it's reasonable.

Sure, there may be something to be stunned about in political arms, but if the purpose is the happiness of my sister, it's like Cisco. You can laugh at him.

And both houses are close to the Ratesh family, the other person with whom they have friendly relations. Then I twist my neck, even if I may say congratulations, to be vigilant.

Even assuming the two houses are worthy of vigilance, I hear that the Mortern and Bombino families are close in the first place. What I've been close to is that I've become closer, and it won't make a big difference. The point is, it is unlimited close to maintaining the status quo. That's what Serjan thought.

But Uncle Ratesh shakes his head.

"It's fruit. That's the problem."

"What?"

"Let's sort it out in order. First, the battle against the Holy Nation. It's the beginning of the first place with their masterful hands."

"Hmm."

To the point from my wife, my husband accidentally stiffened his expression.

As the general commander of the Navy was in his custody, he lost his job if he changed his view from his opponent's savvy. I'm sorry to hear that they were better at it.

"Long term activity on the ship. There was a nautical disease. You don't even know that kid until now."

"Naturally."

"I can't abandon the possibility that it was that boy who caused the illness, but here the Bombino family sent a rescue request to the Mortairn family to set aside that possibility for now. Isn't it?

"Oh."

I guess Uranta searched for the best hand in what she could do to Serjan, who was trying to cope “within us” somehow. That took the form of a request for reinforcements to the Mortairn family.

Serjan had a variety of marks at the top, and his requests, even unofficially, would be of general concern to the military. That's why I couldn't speak to the Mortairns.

Against Viscount Bombino, he could move in the form of his own discretion. Proprietary action because it can be handled as a responsibility of the Viscount, even if something goes wrong. As a result, it has borne fruit in a good direction, so it is difficult to praise it too much.

"That boy who got that news and found out there was a nautical disease outbreak. It's also unusual that even skilled sailors knew about the cure, but the horrible thing about the boy is that he released it without hiding it."

"Isn't that good intentions to help your fellow countrymen?

"No way. Are you such a good man"

Count that it is sweet to Serjan, who unconditionally thinks of the theory of goodness as a comrade of war. She was convinced that that person, who would also be Pastry-Mil-Morthern, could not simply sprinkle valuable knowledge with good intentions alone.

She is strongly uncomfortable with Pace's movements because she has led the Ratesh family in swimming politics and experienced the number of martial arts.

That's why I don't stop thinking, trying to read the thoughts behind Pace's actions.

"But in the alley, you're treating me like a selfless saint who saved a lot of people by releasing the cure?

"That's where I'm afraid. Keep a clean exterior, but make sure it's profitable."

The Souss of the Mortairn family is a saint of beauty. Sometimes they make it a knob for the tavern, for example. The talk of that hand has spread “unnaturally” lately.

On top of the adorable look of the mother concession, provide knowledge that would have benefited immensely if monopolized, at a cheap price that can be said to be almost free. He said that he knew he could cure the disease and couldn't hide it. It's amazing because some people cried emotionally when they heard this story.

Especially those who actually suffer from nautical diseases and those who experience them. Or from the sailors who were frightened by the crisis of nautical sickness, they have gained so much support as enthusiasm.

"Profitable? I think the gratuity was pretty cheap though?

Is the support from the sailors of other territories a gain?

With that in mind, Serjan asks his wife what she thinks.

"Compared to what I got, I paid for it. The good news is that he made up for the great shortcomings of Mortairn territory perfectly."

"A major drawback?

"It's a drawback that rainfall is limited and there are restrictions on crop production. Fruit, in particular, requires large quantities of genuine water at the time of production. In the limited mortarn territory of water, even if it were to be produced, production would always hit the head. And soon."

"Hmm."

It is a well-known fact that Mortarn territory is a dry and often rain-scarce place, especially in areas that were formerly mainland.

It is therefore extremely unsuitable for the production of crops and, among other things, has significant difficulties in the growth of fruit trees. Whatever it takes to grow one or two pieces sparsely, a large enough orchard to be established as an industry is impossible first.

Up to this point, it was something that the House of Letesh understood by Sergian as well, as an inside affair that examined the Mortairn family.

"I guess that's what you're thinking about making sugar. If quantity is limited, the idea of compensating with quality is common. Growing high selling commodity crops ensures profits"

"It's easy to say. I honestly admire what you actually did to make it happen and show it."

The Mortairn region did not originally have mines, nor was commerce developed. Without the sea, there is no river. Without forests, there is no lake. Nonsense exhaustion.

On top of that, there is a territori-specific constraint on crop production of low rainfall.

Normally, I give up here first.

If the development of mining and commerce and fisheries becomes geographically and physically impossible, we have no choice but to industrialise agriculture somehow. If the quantity of crops cannot be taken on top of that, I understand the rationale that we should specialize in the production of high-value-added commodity crops.

But if you can easily prepare a commodity to sell at a high price, that would be what the lords of a more agriculturally suitable territory are doing first.

Even if there is a mind that does not give up, the wall of possibility stands whether it can be fundamentally done or not. You can call it a wall of ability. If he was somewhat good, he would have lost this wall.

For example, if you could run a hundred meters in nine seconds, there would be people who wouldn't give up and keep trying. In this case, it is impossible to try until you die if you actually lack the ability. After hundreds of attempts, it's absolutely impossible for ordinary people.

Even if theoretically it just means that you should run faster than anyone else in the world, there are a few people in the world who might be able to?

There are many events in the world that are theoretically possible but not realistic.

One of them was the industrialization of agriculture in the Mortarn territory, where the production of crops was extremely difficult.

Once upon a time.

It's amazing because we do things that nobody could have thought of and we're making them succeed on top of that. Imagination, imagination, luck, knowledge, connections, bargaining power. And most importantly, the belief to do it through. They're all high specs. Very unlikely to be a regular person. You can call it some kind of monster.

Speaking of Pais, a wizard known by two names of painting. In the alley, some people made money because they were wizards, and they were successful. Serjan thinks it's not wrong in a way, but it's also not the right answer.

If it was that Han (cousin), I can be sure he must have done something without having to be a wizard. Instead, I even think that it's that paice that allowed God to “besides” magic. It would have been impossible first of all to enrich Mortairn territory with the magic of painting in every hundred human beings.

At least, I could assure Serjan himself I couldn't.

"Yeah. I regret it, but you're right. In Mortaire territory, the arms that bend agricultural production into orbit are not in line. But even with a kid like that, there was still nothing I could do about the weather. Fruit tree production is not possible due to the constraint that it does not rain. All this is impossible with any kind of wisdom."

"If you can, it's God's business."

Making it possible to produce crops that are resistant to dryness is completely different from growing common fruit.

Even though crops and cultivation methods also make significant differences, the amount of water used may vary by nearly ten times per unit area.

Some plants don't need much water, like cactus, and some crops grow like rice where water soaks one side. This is the same way that humans need moisture in litres every day, absolute constraints as organisms.

No matter how there is a divine conspiracy in Pace, it is a part of it that cannot be changed.

"But Boya leaped the idea further from there. If you can't make it in your own territory, you can make it in someone else's."

"What?"

I don't know Serjan, but Pais has common sense as a modern man. In particular, I am familiar with confectionery making.

There are not all handmade confectioners in my shop from 1 to 10, but if there is a shortage of manpower or equipment that makes it difficult to make raw materials. I know there is a means of outsourcing, outsourcing.

I can't make fruit in Mortarn territory. But I really want fruit.

Sometimes it is a purchase at a time, but in that case, there is also a procurement cost, and on top of that, the supply insecurity attaches.

Then what?

"So you gave us information"

"That's right. Nominal measures to combat sailing disease. We also considered procurement as munitions at a time when fruit could be confirmed to be effective. It's only natural to try to increase production in your territory."

"Oh."

If it becomes imperative for military action, we have to prepare it at all costs.

If that's the case, I can see clearly why Pais cut off his information release card at the "In War" time. Are there thoughts of making just fruit perceived as munitions?

"What if that was what that kid was after? Provide us with information and profits to sell favors and get fruit in return."

"What if we refuse to provide fruit?

"I guess we're going to be cursed ungrateful. I don't want to be at a disadvantage."

I do not offer fruit to the Mortairn family while I am thankful for releasing information at a cheap price first, and while that has actually saved a large number of lives. Will that be tolerated?

Assuming that's what you did, you make the sailors enemies first. Besides, the rumor of ungrateful taking only profits and not giving back is diplomatically painful. Because they think it's a house to give back, a lot of people trade in peace, so who likes and sells favors to a house that pays back favors with vengeance? It must collapse all at once, such as the creditworthiness you've been accumulating.

"I mean, that Mortairn is supposed to curtail the rights to fruit?

"Yep. If you say no, we will turn all the comrades we fought in the Holy Land against our enemies. I wonder what's going on in that kid's head."

Among Uncle Ratesh, one of the other three top opponents you never want to make enemies is Pais.

If you are a human being called the great nobility of the world, or an opponent called the powerful, you can counteract it to some extent with the financial, intelligence or military power of the Ratesh family. But those don't work for that boy at all.

No, it would work, but I still have the fear of being behind it unexpectedly. The track record of winning with 10,000 troops in their hands, flirting with the great nobles, snatching down the powerful and bankrupting them, and making a lot of money out of them without bitterness tells the story of it. The dragon child is a dragon. The hero child would have meant he was an even more amazing hero.

She really craves pastries to the Ratesh family. With that wisdom, the Ratesh family could even gain more power than the royal family. I might even be able to get the world.

Let my daughter daughter-in-law in the side room. But I want to draw her in, but that's just regrettable to know she's a bad hand.

"Well, the Bombino family is also taught to combat sailing sickness..."

"Yeah. His boy Viscount would have an excellent assistant. As a house with a navy, I have no doubt that we will take measures to deal with nautical diseases. What's the hitter there?

Seljan also answers questions that should almost know the correct answer.

"Fruit tree cultivation in your own territory"

There is no doubt that fruit is effective in combating nautical diseases. There was a human experiment with the actual victim. There is no question.

If so, the stable supply and stockpiling of fruit jumped in priority as a military challenge. A lord with a ship would be even worse.

If I were to buy it from another house, I could see at my feet. Because the life of a soldier is at stake.

As a natural consequence, we must explore our own production and supply.

"So, as a Mortairn family, marital policy comes alive"

At a time when methods of treating nautical diseases are leaked, it always benefits those with orchards. I guess Pastry knew that. That is why it is natural to assume that we were anticipating when we could secure some interest in the orchards of other territories.

No matter what happens in Mortairn territory, we can only create an orchard somewhere else than we cannot hope for an orchard. However, hoping to make it from the Mortairn family, etc., is a lower measure that leaves supply insecurity in creating borrowings. The best thing to do is to let the opponent build his own orchard and thank him for it.

Probably because of sailing sickness, or for another purpose, the Mortairns wanted the orchard for sure. Maybe it's an ingredient that adds more value to throat candy and baked confectionery.

It was clear that they wanted to secure their own production base in other territories, not in their own. Now, the counterparty has a strategy to thank the Mortairn family. Really brilliant.

I might even do enough to thank you the other way around while letting you build an orchard.

It's a strong, unafraid move.

Securing a stable source of fruit. Suppose the fabric stone for this is what we did earlier in the naval battle. I wonder if I can have some understanding of Pace's behavior.

This marriage will be its finishing touch. Yes, Uncle Ratesh read through.

"I see, did you have that aim? Have you been reading that far since you brought confectionery to the ship?

"I shouldn't have even explicitly thought about marrying the Bombino family. Probably could have been anywhere if the houses close to us had grown fruit trees and could have eaten in there. That's why I passed the information on to the Kadreček family and to our house. Compared to the Mortairn family, we're... one hand behind."

If you could have read the Mortairn family's aim beforehand. If I had been aware at least at the time you taught me how to treat sailing sickness, I would have been able to handle it differently again.

Even now that I realize it, I'm already behind the wheel.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. I don't even think I was there for him. The fight against illness was a top priority."

What would have happened if the aim of Pace had been read, namely to secure the source of the fruit? The Viscount Bombino family could have replaced the Count Ratesh family and taken the form of mutual cooperation with appropriate rights instead of marriage. Or it could have been in the form of a daughter of the Ratesh family in the side room of Pais, rather than Jose's engagement with Uranta. As long as it takes.

As a House of Ratesh, we cannot fail to develop orchards that can be munitions supplies. There can be no option of not growing it. And you'll be on the market saying what's wrong with more than you made. It's pointless to hold him in and let him rot.

Whatever happens, I will be responsible for helping to provide a stable supply of fruit. Try to target the Mortairns and strangle yourself.

What you can do is get on Pace's measures. In doing so, we just hand in as much profit as we can.

Abominable indeed, the Countess threw up.

"For once, we had a profit in the house, too, and it's okay?

"Take the lives of soldiers hostage to disseminate information, incite competition to promote fruit production, achieve price competition and diversify sources of supply, besides treating saints. The Mortairns made the most of their profits. You can get something cheap that is supposed to be difficult to produce and expensive in your own territory. What's the profit we got compared to that? Only information on the treatment of nautical diseases, which has already become widespread and worthless, and the terminal money obtained by selling it. I regret they did it for me!!

At last, Serjan sighs against his wife, who has had a seizure.

"I don't know, I guess I can even retaliate. He's the one who raised his reputation significantly in this matter. Instead, we should think about hitchhiking too."

"... you? I don't know what you just said."

"I asked if I could ride the Mortairn family's butt horse. If the enemy can't do it, and you can't move it on your own, you have to get on their move. Whether you're using it or hitchhiking is a word game."

In the naval battle ahead, it is difficult to say that the House of Ratesh was able to decorate a vibrant victory. If the Mortairns, who are members of the faction at the corner, have achieved merit, use it precisely for their own faction.

Serjan said so. It's a common sense idea.

But there are things to remember. The person he is talking to is a man of conspiracy known both in the Kingdom of God and as a female fox.

He had something in mind for Serjan's words.

"Use that kid's reputation to make a profit... I've come up with something good!!

Until late that night, Uncle Ratesh was seen writing letters somewhere.