Sweet Reincarnation

"Pays...... Dear Sir!!

Yant came into the Mortairn residence in Wangdu breathlessly. Al is gasping for the same thing beside him.

In a hurry, we tried to call our boss the way we've always been familiar, and it would be your love to fix it.

"Hmm? Yant. Our young lady is not back in the realm."

Welcoming those two in the office was Koanthro, who made them the heavy town of the Mortairn family and served as administrative assistants in the Wang capital.

Although Pais retains full powers as the Lords' Agent for all operations related to the operation of the Territory, in the Wang Capital, he has operations to stay in the Wang Capital.

Participation in or representation at various events and coronations, handling of visitors to separate mansions, responding to petitions and other nobles for the purpose of negotiation, maintaining mansions, etc. Including details generates considerable work.

In addition to this, Caserol also has a job as head of the National Army battalion. This one has the role of assisting the captain as a business, and hardly any coantro is involved, but the clutter that arises from the relationships involved is the work of the whole house.

For example, compensating personnel injured during training, explaining them to their families, etc. is a public job within the battalion, and every deputy captain can substitute procedures, etc. Personal sympathy, however, is the housekeeping. Using a battalion of human beings for the Mortairn family is a public and private confusion.

Coantro is entrusted with the bulk of his inward work in the King's Capital in order to carry out chores in the house, including these lines.

That's why I welcomed the two newcomers, like the Lord in the office.

"Oh, I did. Shit."

Yant was overtly disappointed.

Koanthro sees calmly that he should also teach the art of hiding emotions, etc.

"I would have seen you back there earlier. What's with all the haste for a corner break? Is something wrong?

"I grabbed quite a bit of information and came back in a hurry..."

Koanthro is a colleague of Yant's father, Glasage. It's like a relative's uncle if you look at it from Yant, who grew up in Mortairn territory where Muragumi was a family member. The tone seems to disturb me, but now that I've been firmly re-tapped around there, it's been interesting inside.

Koanthro smiled bitterly.

It is also important for some newcomers to keep their core firmly tapped, but being behaved by others close to their children or nephews is also not sitting well again.

The hardship is not originally the home style of the Mortairn family, Koan says, breaking the language.

On top of that, he urged ahead about what the two newcomers were rushing to do.

"Terrible information?

"Oh. Grandma, you know there's a theater to the east."

"Theater...... oh, that big building"

It is a corn forty years past, but sometimes it was originally a civilian, and I am not familiar with the Wang capital. No, some areas are familiar, but I know very little about the aristocracy.

Sometimes casseroles can use the magic of instantaneous movement, and until recently there was no such thing as a separate residence of the Mortairn family in the Wang capital. None of us have a chance to walk out of the aristocratic city. When it was a poverty-stricken neighborhood, so much so that it was sometimes based on bareback accommodation used by civilians. There are also land surveys in the worse part of the Garra in the civilian district, but the aristocratic district can only be lost to the extent that it is bad.

Still, with my recent knowledge here, I think of theaters and buildings.

"He's a big guy, whether he's royal or national. So there's a play going on right now."

"Ho."

"It seems that the content of the play portrays the work of Mortairn and the friendship of the Ratesh family. I hear the Counts have become patrons and will attract a lot of guests in the near future."

"What!? Where's the source?

"It's from a troupe member who's actually going to play a play."

Koan is surprised. If it's a royal theater, the troupers who play it should also be top notch. Their discipline should be high and their mouths should be strong all in all. As an information-gathering opponent, it would not be as difficult as a thoroughly confidential squire or nobleman, but it would be far more difficult than a drunken opponent in a liquor store.

At least, the level is still impossible with lamito and the like, where the rookie just grew hair. The level of expertise and skilled diplomats required. If that's the case, it would be Yant and Arlach's pattern because the information they brought home was useful after collecting and showing information from difficult opponents.

"Hmm... this is a problem you can't leave alone"

The Ratesh family keeps it to the Mortairn family and entertains a play of content that will lift the Mortairn family. Koanthro is totally oblivious to the politics and schemes of this hand, but he is also not ignorant.

At least, I found out that things weren't in my hands much and that it was just important enough information for the two of us to rush in.

Al, I need a message from the pavilion.

"Ri, roger."

The two newcomers are further shaken to work where they have emptied the water from the water drain.

I trained myself to the extent that I think it would still be easy to make people run even harder where they are running in and breathing up.

Arlach admitted in two replies, jumping out of the room.

It is not as far from the residence of Mortairn in the aristocratic district as it is from where the casserole is.

Casserole, who received Al's message at work, moves Al [instantly] straight into Mortarn territory. To make Pais explain how it depends. Sometimes I can't move to command the battalion, or throw the details round Pais.

And Pais also gets Al's explanation and knows the seriousness of it.

All of a sudden, I'm going back to the king's capital.

Where the job was accumulating, the squire chief who was glad that Pace was finally back said he was outraged by the fact that he was sober and happy or something?

"Young!!

"Koan, Al told me about the situation. Looks like you're in trouble."

"I have too much for both of us. At night, Master Casserole will return."

"Hmm, let's do what we have to do by then."

Casserole also works as a heavy town in the army and as a court nobleman permanently stationed in the Royal Palace. Training to keep the elite as the elite, as well as policing in the aristocratic district. Dealing with the problems that arise in them. Fold or work with other teams or liaise with upper management. Negotiations with relevant departments. Managing the crew, etc. It is a busy position. Though I'll be back at the other mansion at night, it could be late.

What you need to do by then is to corroborate the information and confirm the details. Furthermore, it is Koan's job to have some consideration of countermeasures and to support Caserol in making decisions in as short a time as possible, and Pais's role now.

Al, Yant, divide your hands and gather our people scattered throughout the city.

"I understand, Master Pais!

The best acquaintance with the behavior of a newbie would be the same newbie. In the current Wang capital, newcomers to the Mortairn family enjoy their leisure time. It's pathetic for the newcomers to be called back even though they're off, but I also have to ask them to give this up as part of their training again.

After the two pop out, Corn and Pace come out with a consultation they can't tell the rookie.

"Koan, what's going on with our information network in King's Capital?

"We have reached out to inns, liquors and whorehouses. And then there's the branch of the Nata Chamber of Commerce, and this is our ear in the King's Capital, and there are collaborators in several chambers of commerce that have dealings with it. There are several informants in the royal palace, but not enough to confront the Ratesh family. The Second Battalion is quite accommodating."

Fine.

A world where there is no privacy laws, no anti-espionage laws, no obligation to keep business secrets. Many people talk about information that they may know for a small price. Nevertheless, the means of obtaining useful information is limited, and in order to obtain accurate and quick information, it takes money and personnel. A powerful nobleman is deaf because he is spending no money on these things, and if he doesn't, he may missee the situation.

The Mortairn family also worked to build a corresponding information network as they took up their position with a separate residence in Wangdu. The person responsible is Koanthro.

Unrepresented information network of the Mortairn family. Only four people know the existence of this information network: Casserole, Pastry, Coantro and Shiites. Casserole and Koan are the only ones who know the details.

"How long does it take to gather information?

"I just want half a day. If you're in too much of a hurry, you'll get something suspicious about our movement."

To Koan's opinion, Pais thought to himself.

"... maybe Al and Yant were in a hurry and they'd be surprised to see what was going on. Because we're popular."

Payce's popularity is not favorable. In the course of about twenty years, those who become aristocrats from the civilian population, besides being awarded baronies, are enjoying economic success, and furthermore jealous of the Mortairn family, who steadily consolidate their status in the national army, are enough to sweep and throw them away.

And many houses are vigilant rather than jealous, and every step of the Mortairn family is sure to be seen as constantly being watched.

When something goes wrong, the Mortairns grab the information before they hide it, and pull their legs, and they're just waiting around, screaming like spiders. Moving within the drooling manoeuvres of the king's capital requires due consideration.

"I now move on to the dissemination of deceptive information. Let me give you some information that our human was attacked in the back alley and injured."

"Hmm, that's good. Boulders are young."

When you circulate information about lies, stories that have no roots or leaves at all are immediately noticed as lies. Rather than that, you should tell the truth by twisting it somewhat or exaggerating it. It will take more time to grasp the full story than there is a real part.

This time, the first place we could know that the Ratesh family was up to something was when a person who happened to get lost in insecurity helped a woman who was occasionally attacked was an associate. Only in circumstances where coincidences have overlapped so far will we not think that our actions are known to the Mortairn family, even as the Ratesh family.

Then, if you exaggerate or fabricate parts to the point where they were attacked and distribute information, and even pretend to be in a panic about it, the eyes of the elephant will be deluded.

"I was attacked... do you want me to?

"Well, why is that again?

"Because I have so many reasons to be attacked. Son of the Mortairn family, a widely known wizard, buying grudges of the Holy Nation and the Kingdom of Siri, the leader of the reform of the consular regime, the Lords' proxy. It's hard to guess why I was attacked because it's good enough for any one reason."

"Hmm."

The Mortairn family stands out. Besides, it is indispensable for the warrior tradition of cut tension, and there are many types of resentment, jealousy, and jealousy, including rebellion, and many people who want to interrupt their activity or feel blind. If they were really attacked, the suspect in the killer would be slightly over a hundred.

And it wouldn't be unnatural for the Mortairns to be doozy if the Mortairns' son were attacked and injured, and it's almost impossible to verify the facts for earlier reasons. It is just right to waste the resources of the information of those who would be watching over the Mortairns.

"Well, I'll sleep in my room. When the newcomers come back, I'll give you separate instructions… Explore what the Ratesh family is up to with a raid on me."

"Okay."

Just as soon as possible, Pace falls asleep in his room. There's no way I'm going to imitate this, and I'm going to start making sweets with this luck in the kitchen.

Some people get to the right of Pais when it comes to making excuses well and moving on to hobbies.

When the carob chocolate chiffon cake I've always wanted to try was baked up, singing my nose in a good mood. That is, by the time the sun was about to set in the evening.

Pace's enjoyment was forced to end.

"Pais!!

It is the return of Casserole, the Lord of the Mortairn family.

"Father, you're home early."

"Are you all right with your body?!?

Father is in a terrible hurry for some reason.

"Yes?"

"I flew home when I heard you were asleep with a big injury."

Casserole is a father who loves his family wholeheartedly and can be counted on. I have brought up my children with affection, and my wife and I have been friendly and helpful to each other. That's why the title of parent idiot was even proud if you tried it casserole.

On the basis of such a casserole, deceptive information was delivered earlier. This is natural. The real information you're trying to hide and the deceptive information you're trying to disseminate. I don't even have to think about which is easier to hear.

Content that Pais was injured after being attacked by a thug. Even if the tail was ever attached, the rumors of convergence distracted Casserole, who was both pro-food and expensive, and came home in the form of being forced to push her work to the deputy captain.

That's where I saw my son making sweets for swallowing. What do you want?

"... oh"

Pais hit by a pong and a hand. Speaking of which, I told the newcomers the instructions and told them the circumstances to what was the lord of the separate mansion that said mother and coantro, but I didn't say anything to the casserole at the heart, because I now realize.

To his floating son, Casserole greatly perceived the situation. Blood vessels appear in the temples.

"If you were safe, wouldn't you tell him that first, you stupid son!!

For the first time in a long time, my father's genius was pain without any help.