Sweet Reincarnation

Elsa was once an orphan.

In the snow, they put him in a small basket and dumped him in an alley. The fact that he was about six months old is a story that was heard later.

It's easy to imagine that if my adoptive father hadn't picked it up, and if my family that was picked up hadn't welcomed me warmly, I wouldn't have had a busy ending by now.

When Elsa was five, she wondered that her skin was darker than the people around her, and she asked her father. I wondered why I was different from my father and everyone else.

I still can't forget my adoptive father's face then. He was taught that he was a picked up child with a spicy, hard-working look.

Then Elsa started following her adoptive father. Somewhere in my heart, I might have been afraid I'd be dumped.

About the father, the toddler who comes to work. The crew never put Elsa in harm's way, but they can't even rest their work hands. I guess there was alienation for the girl who was among the adults. I didn't need as much time before she told me she was going to be on stage.

When I'm doing my archery, when I'm on stage, when I laugh with my people. I could forget my alienation.

When the girl is about ten years old, a turning point comes.

The troupe, which was only one of the rugged travelers, caught the attention of a certain Viscount Lady in the Wang capital. There seems to have been a coup d 'état on everything, and the troupe, which has so far allowed it to benefit its width, has lost its patrons and broken it down. He said he was looking for a replacement.

Then one named the Boulan Theatre Company and set up his place in the King's Capital. They started having regular performances in neighboring big cities and so on, and fans came along. Memorial citizenship could also be obtained.

Elsa worked hard for the troupe, both on days with many customers and days with few. What I can do, I've done. While in the position of the leader's daughter, I also do chores such as buying out and laundry. I also help make tools. Of course, any terminal was happy to take the stage.

And when I realized it, I was also a popular actress in the troupe.

At that time, a request enters the troupe. A request to have a play that brilliantly depicts the victory of war. The client was a big nobleman named Count Ratesh.

Regardless, the troupers were delighted. It means we were recognized as top notch, because it's a big job with a lot of money coming in. Since the beginning of the troupe, sunny stage.

Elsa's feeling of being named a heroine by her client is not clear as the festivities, etc. and the sober folks cheerfully make noise.

I'm not for an actress. I didn't want to be dumped, I just had no choice but to come. Can I take on such a big role in such a grumpy mood? I can't wipe that feeling.

Until now, the troupe members have chosen a role that suits Elsa. You can say that you matched the part to Elsa. But this will be the first time in my life that I will "fit into the role”.

Wearing clothes that fit your body shape and being in shape that fits the clothes you wear are as if they mean something different. Just like that, being given a role to suit an actor and being an actor to suit a given role seem similar and completely different.

It was the latter that was given to Elsa. I can't help but be anxious and anxious.

Uncle Ratesh was once a beautiful beauty. A beauty with a reputation for her talent and her many men in her hands. Elegant, talented, born noble. She has such a reputation.

Can I play the talented and famous girlfriend by myself, who has dark skin, grown up crude, and no talent? No, can you play it in the first place?

I was troubled. I was so distressed that I couldn't sleep at night. The vicious cycle of thinning food, repeating mistakes that are not usually possible, and with it losing confidence again.

If I noticed, I was walking in the alley pretentiously.

Think about what will happen if you stay like this, etc. Maybe he wanted to find the origin. Now that I think about it, it's a stupid story.

"And I met Al and Yant... and. I see. I know exactly what happened to you."

Pais speaks with a smile to the girl in front of him, Elsa. If you've been spoken to, you're not smiling.

Warm tea is available in front of her, sitting on a fuzzy couch drinking it while she eats chiffon cake. Of course, it was Pais who prepared it.

Around hearing that meals don't go through your throat either, Pace prepared them with another mysterious belly theory that you must be able to eat if you're a treat, something you've been forced to eat half the time.

Sweet things calm your feelings. I guess eating something delicious and feeling somewhat soothed. Elsa's complexion also improved slightly.

Still, to the extent that it crawled up a little from the bottom, it doesn't change the atmosphere that seems to require sleep.

"I don't have the confidence to play Count Ratesh. At the very least, I asked the other side if I could play another role..."

"What's the result? Don't you have to ask?"

"Yeah, you said if you're going to play Count Ratesh, you have to be the youngest, most popular actress,"

"Is that the Count himself?

"No. He said he was a man and served the Count's house. But maybe that's what the Count said. It was such a mouthful."

"Hmm..."

Pace looks at the girl in front of him.

Apparently, she was fighting the pressure and depressed by the loop of self-denial.

An endless spiral staircase where negative thoughts call for even more negative thoughts. Leaving it alone, it sinks deeply over time. The end of the line is in the alley again, leaving the stage, or else the worst is in the church coffin? Whatever it is, I don't think it's a good trend.

"You don't have to be so despised, do you?

"But I'm not as smart as Count Ratesh"

"I can't doubt your intelligence just to talk like this. In the first place, an actor would“ play ”intelligence, not require the intelligence of the person in question as it is. You don't have to be a researcher to play the role of scholar, you just have to act like an actor"

"The years are completely different."

"He wants young people to play over there. Isn't that okay with you?"

Pace tries to encourage a girl full of spirits.

"Besides... besides, I'm not beautiful"

"Is it? You seem attractive enough to me, don't you?

"Because..."

Unfortunately, the root of a girl's self-denial seems profound.

"Because... my skin is like this. Not like everyone else..."

In Pais, I felt like I saw the fundamentals of the girl's self-denial.

Perhaps you have become strongly aware that you were an orphan when you started playing you. A woman who was born with wealth, power and beauty. The more I tried to play it, the closer I tried to get to it, the more seriously I thought of myself now.

The theatrical world, for example, the male role of the Treasure Tsuka Opera Company, says he learns deeply about men's tricks and emotions. That's more than men. And learning men, if turned upside down, is nothing more than a process of staring at “feminine things” to contrast and eliminate them. The process of learning men deeply is to look back at women. Actions that are said to be more masculine than men have a process of knowing what a woman is like.

You have to compare to know the difference, and it makes no sense to look at only one side to compare. That's what acting is all about.

Now Elsa says she'll play Uncle Ratesh. What is it about a woman who was born beautiful? What was the environment that blessed my family and friends from the start. What is a wealthy life like? How does it feel to be a resident of a glorious world?

The more I think about it, the more I have to realize that I'm far from them right now. To its fullest extent, the fundamental problem is that I was an orphan.

And I guess one piece of evidence for her that she was an orphan is the brown skin she was born with, unlike her father and members of the group. It may be said to be the cause of the complex. Visible, my faults, I guess it seems to her.

In the Kingdom of God, sunburned skin is a reminder of manual workers. If you're not even a person who works long hours in the sun every day, you don't have brown skin. Conversely, there are many dark-skinned people in the lower workforce who earn their daily money.

A society without human rights ideas. There can be no such thing as good sense that does not discriminate on the colour of the skin, and there was a trend of contempt that looked down on the lower layers of the population, and hence the burnt skin tone, in no small measure.

Well, it's the Countess that Elsa should play. Born upper class. A nobleman among the nobles. Generally, noble women are so far from tanning that they are high up.

When Elsa sees her hand, she is made aware of herself, who is not a nobleman without refusal. If you do poorly, it also seems like evidence of what you are inferior to. This will be hard inside.

Poop, and tears spill from Elsa's face. He conveyed his cheeks and fell from the tip of his jaw.

It increases by one or two and shows no sign of stopping. I guess what I've been enjoying is overflowing. Even though it is silent, its tears speak eloquently of its heart above all else.

"Yant, I'll leave you with this place for a little while."

"Huh?"

"Stay beside her until she calms down. This is an order."

Pace sees a woman's tears and moves.

I left Yant saying that comforting a crying woman was in merit and disappeared somewhere.

The remaining yant, just bewildered.

"Uh... cheer up"

"Eh, me, like this, so annoying everyone, hiccup"

Elsa's tears don't stop yet. I can't stop snuggling and wipe my tears with my sleeves. The cuffs were already tight.

"Me, I don't know much about the play... but I know a little bit about your father"

Yant tries so hard to convey his feelings toward Elsa.

"He cared about you. That's all for sure. So, I'm sure, it's okay!!

He said it was unfounded and nothing, just fine. What's okay is ruptured, no rap, no eloquence. It was a clumsy encouragement, but only trying to encourage Elsa was felt by her as well.

"Gusu, higu"

"I'll follow you, too. So it's okay."

"Yeah, there is, there is"

I was only interrupted, but I could just say thank you, maybe a little bit of Yant's encouragement was also effective.

Keep it up until the tears settle. About an hour. Yant has always been beside Elsa. Yeah, all the time. Don't say anything thoughtful, just stay by your side.

For Elsa, whose heart was a mess, that was very gratifying.

"Hmm?"

How long has it been? Yant noticed. It drifts from the kitchen, to a delicious smell. Fragrant scent. It smells good, like a belly bug making a scene.

"Thank you for waiting."

Pais came back with freshly baked sweets.

On the plate I have in my hand, sweets are naturally listed. The size of the dishes I use everyday was unusual.

"This is..."

Yant was surprised first. Because what Pace brought was like a chunk of charcoal scorched in black.

No, from the smell, it's definitely burning.

I don't care what you think. Failure. Something that I don't think is food.

It's shaped like a helmet, and the color is black. If you make balls out of charcoal and split them in half, maybe this is how it will be.

"Come on, try it"

To this was a boulder, and Yant also showed anger.

"Pais!! What are you thinking about bringing something like this!!

At the earliest, he has become emotional and has a broken tone. I roughed up my voice and stuck it in Pais in the mood to care for Elsa, who was beside me.

That would be the case, too. Because before a woman who is bitter and crying about her skin being black or that she is inferior, she brings a 'black failure'. You're a failure, you're ugly, you work like sticking it in front of you.

It was Yant's fury to be angry at what he saw. Maybe his actions are, humanly speaking, right.

Pais cuts a "burning mass” without worrying about his subordinates' rude extreme tone.

"We make this treat from the beginning," like it burns. "

"Huh?"

"His name is Toulteau Fromage."

Tourtou Fromage. Tourtou refers to a sloppy appearance like methyl, and Fromage refers to cheese. It is a sweet, said to have been born in the small town of Rufini in western France, a tart made from goat cheese and "scorched”.

Yes, these sweets are the rarest burnt treat in the world.

"Come on, try it"

A slice of Pais' offering.

Elsa receives it on every plate and looks at it. A delicious looking tart, beneath the surface burn. Is it some kind of herb that smells fluffy?

Sakuri.

If you put it in your mouth with a creepy sound, it tastes better than you thought. The taste of the cheese spreads all the time, and I don't care about burning at all. The fragrance that drains through the nose carries the right sweetness and salt gas of the tart fabric at the same time.

Feels good. I'm eating and I think so.

The crisp sound, the deep flavour of dairy products, the salt air felt from the dough and the sweetness that stains from inside. Everything is in place, and at some point, I feel as comfortable as when I fell asleep in the meadows.

Delicious. Elsa felt like she hadn't eaten anything decent in a long time.

"There are different people in the world. Some are tall, some are low, some are nosy, some are low, some have black skin, some are white. Some people will be yellow. Some people's faces turn red quickly, others look blue and white every day. Some fat, some skinny. But whatever the trait, it's not a flaw, it's the person's personality."

"Personality…"

"Some people will prefer burnt skin on the day so that there are delicious treats, even if burnt. What matters is how you use your personality."

"How to make use of it..."

Elsa finally stared at Pais from the front there.

"Goat cheese is a habit. Some people will say they don't like the smell. And there must be some people who can't eat burnt food. But if you ever cared about such criticism, this Tourtou Fromage wouldn't have been born"

……

"Well, Elsa. You are now a chunk of material. I may have a habit of cheese. Maybe the flour is something blacker than the others. Sugar may be brown sugar. But if you cook that right, it'll be delicious sweets. I can guarantee that."

Elsa's tears stopped at some point.

"Try cooking your ingredients with your own hands."

"Ha!"

A girl who ate a delicious treat, was encouraged by Pais, and regained quite a bit of energy. Yant is slightly murky that he was considerably more effective than his encouragement.

The tart is cheeky, of course.

"Act, good luck.... Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, I have one piece of advice."

"Advice?"

"Yeah. If you're going to play Uncle Ratesh, let me tell you more about Uncle Ratesh that I know. If you play it right, it's gonna be a big success."

In the belly of Pais on Nico's face. Yant was going to actively cooperate with him while he figured out how to be childhood friendly.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Wangdu, Royal Theatre. Sunny day.

A new page (page) was about to be added to this theater today, which has given birth to a number of prestigious talents, inspired inspiration and caused laughter.

"Ho ho ho, I'm really excited to see what kind of play you ended up in."

"Hmm, the story of a subordinate who made me confirm practice yesterday, I hear it was finished as ordered. At least, he said all our requests went through."

"Then there's no problem. Today, at the same time as the revelations, the Mortairn family is supposed to know the contents, but if you make them known before you complain about the contents, it's this one, right? Oh, ho, ho."

It was the Counts of Ratesh who made the couple appear in the theater. My wife dresses prominently inside. Dressed in a light purple skirt dress, this outfit has a water-colored stall to match the dress on its shoulders. The head is served as high as soft cream, the necklace shines with a large grain of amethyst on the chest and a dazzlingly large diamond ring on the fingers. The red shoes at your feet even look glossy with specially ordered pieces decorated with multiple layers of silk.

Husband, a five-button military uniform representing the Count's house. Light objects are about the abbreviation of the medal, and if arranged side-by-side, they are the accompaniment of my wife, no matter what.

These two are rare in themselves to come to the Wang capital on a daily basis, but the great nobles of the province have dramatically proceeded to negotiate on their own, and they have rarely come here to clean them up, as well as to form new connections and ask the royal family how they are feeling.

Then, as a “breath break” between busy jobs in Wang Du, “close friends” and caregivers also invited him to visit the play. Needless to say whose eyes you were trying to deceive.

A musical statement that only coincidentally, today, you happen to, fortunately, know what the play is about.

This is a plot to give each side the impression that the House of Ratesh was extremely close to the House of Mortairn, and that its achievements in the naval wars ahead were due to the shady help of the House of Ratesh.

With as much wisdom as Uncle Ratesh, and with as many talent as the Ratesh family, you can twist and bend your impressions only with the truth, even if you don't make falsehoods.

The hustle and bustle of lies and lies will make the Mortairn family a clear enemy to the boulders and expose unwanted gaps to the Kadreček and Bombino families who know the truth because they were in the war. It would also give critical material to political opponents, such as defamation that damaged the reputation of other houses. Often, false information is vulnerable to well-founded truth. Lies get paid back sooner or later.

I don't lie. But even if you only state the truth, depending on the performance, black can also be white. No, let me show you, Uncle Ratesh was in a good mood.

Reserved seats are available in the theatre for today. Special seats for nobility, overlooking from high places.

And if the play starts, the couple becomes an audience. If the curtain comes up, there's already another world on the stage.

Let's start with an orthodox solo. Traditional flow to draw the audience into the story and turn their eyes and ears onto the stage. Singing is the star of the play. In other words, he is a popular actor in the role of Sergian.

Sing up the background of the play with a low but good passing voice. The battle between the Holy Nation and the Kingdom of God has begun, and the Ratesh family is to join the battle.

"You're embarrassing me."

Serjan whispered with a whisper that was not in the way of the play. Being able to play your part in front of me stimulates a lot of shame. If you're a decent person, though.

Besides, it is so beautiful that it is still beautiful. Even though I knew it was a performance on stage, Serjan wanted to turn away from me, to a hero I didn't think I was very much of. Apparently he was still on decent nerves.

Eventually, a naval battle broke out on stage. The scene about how the main cast, starting as Sergian, made a big difference against the hateful Enemy of the Holy Nation. Medium action. Where the protagonist decides to bak, etc., it could be called a showcase. Of course, there is no fact that Serjan did a buckle on the ship, but this stuff is in the production.

And perhaps Viscount Bombino, or a similar aristocratic role, began to play the role of Sergian. The claim is that the commander is on the front line. This becomes a scene while singing. Opera while putting in a hangover with the lead actor. Some of the audience's ladies are good at getting out to the point where they can be overheard.

Furthermore, it becomes as if Sergian waved his sword on board and everything would be resolved, but the war itself became a struggle with the obstruction of the aristocratic role. It must be a performance that seeks to enhance the image of the Ratesh family.

Once the curtain comes down, pinch the break.

"... don't get tired"

"Really? I think I'm funny."

"The feeling of Lord Casserole, who said it was hard to be spoken of the hero statue on his own. I didn't really know what I was talking about before, but I feel I can understand it from the bottom of my heart now."

"Oh. But that mortarn is coming out now, isn't it?

The curtain rises after the break. Here is finally Mortairn's Xu, the title roll. This is played by a child actor, but an immature act unique to the child actor caught my eye. I try my best to remember the line and talk, acting like. Smiling inside, but it's a couple's secret that this is also a servant designated by the Ratesh family. It is the title of the play that Mortairn is all about, but the content of the play is that the Ratesh family has to be the star.

The play goes on without delay. After a stream of plays that allowed an adult Sergian to manage to shape Pais's childish and cute thoughts, the battle is finally climaxed.

There is a slight (freshly) killing line for the child role of Pais, but it was your love that there was a killing line for Serjan longer than that. With the activism of the Mortairn and Ratesh families, a great victory over the war. The story is within scheduled harmony.

A victory in which the Mortairn and Ratesh families stand side by side. This is the most important bone. Making the House of Ratesh stand out too much would be a lie.

The aim is to give the audience the “impression" that they could have won with the Mortairn family's activity, without erasing the fact that the Ratesh family was working as hard as it did. I had placed my order in advance, but it seemed satisfactory, and uncle Ratesh snorted.

"Finally, I'm leaving."

Postwar processing sometimes involved Uncle Ratesh herself, and later in the play she's going to be the main one. Instead, I just put in a designation to make it such a play.

Young, most popular, powerful actress. As for Elsa in the matter, the part where Uncle Ratesh, who was letting the actress find out where she was, absolutely asked this actor to play it.

You must be able to win a great reputation that honors your beauty, which you deserve.

Uncle Ratesh inflates his chest to expectations.

And here comes the actress I've been waiting for. Moment after moment, Letesh uncle Brioche's face stiffened up in a pinch.

First of all, there's a hell of a line in the actress's opening.

"Oh, ho, ho, ho, now the southern sea is mine. Oh, ho, ho, ho."

Along with so much overdone high laughter, there was Elsa looking flustered in such flashy costumes. The content of the line is also a line that is likely to be spoken by a grumpy human being.

The actress takes the stage with her breasts about to turn around everywhere and stares at the guests' seats. I'm not talking about standouts. And the lines that follow are awesome again.

"Well done, Serjan. Don't bother to compliment me. Delight."

Proud and high-flying. I think that word fits perfectly, as Uncle Ratesh, who lives there. In this case, he can't stay calm. I don't care what you think, you just look like a villain lady or a sexually vicious lady.

Our faces are turning bright red, not the ratio when Serjan remembered the embarrassment. Is it from shame or anger?

But for a man other than Mr. and Mrs. Ratesh, it's a big deal. Already enough atmosphere to be likely to happen in a standing ovation.

Uncle Ratesh doesn't notice. To what Pais had accurately predicted that Uncle Ratesh would be watching the play with the nobles who knew “the nature of Uncle Ratesh”. And that such aristocrats would receive better use of the already widespread “notoriety” of Uncle Ratesh to act.

"Serjan, I'm going to the pantry!!

The Earl, who draws a few of his escort's squire and without hiding his angry mind, goes into the holding room beside the stage. I'm sorry if I have to say a word, no, a hundred words or so. Make yourself laugh, and you can't just do it. That's how I felt, the moment I walked into the holding room.

So what I saw was the figure of Pais waiting for him in grandeur.

"Oh, here comes the sponsor. What do you say, this play?

Uncle Ratesh's anger replaces his surprise emotions as they are.

"Become!? Why are you here!!

"This says something strange. This play bears the name of the Mortairn family. There's a party here. What's the wonder?

Seeing how Pais was doing, the wise Uncle Ratesh perceived the circumstances to be approximate. That outrageously exaggerated (deformed) act of Uncle Ratesh was because this kid was moving behind it.

"So I told you not to..."

Serjan sighed, for God's sake.

"Um, kidding, you made me do the acting, didn't you?

Uncle Ratesh asks Pais. It's not about expecting answers. It's just a confirmation.

"I don't know what you mean by kidding... My lord, theatre is theatre. It's more fictional than the ex, it's a story, it's a fabrication story. It goes without saying that the characters, even if they have named the real person, are not the same as the person they are. What would a grown man do to make a scene?

"Fuck!!

Fiction, so don't worry about it. The word was prepared by Uncle Ratesh with the intention of using it when the Mortairns came in yelling. It's a fabrication story, so I wouldn't take it so seriously. If that's what they say, there's no word to say back, even as Uncle Ratesh. No, even if I did, should I say that I have no thread to fight back against the Mortairns only, without giving them the qualities that I had plotted all sorts of things?

I exaggerate too much, what happens if I say a word? Keep it up and come back to yourself like a boomerang. Whatever you say, it's like digging your own grave.

"... that was a good play. Very much."

So I had to put aside my sarcastic throwaway dialogue and leave.

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While Hail Thunder's applause does not ring, the curtain call is also finished and the actor returns to the holding room.

Running over to the Pais and the others was Elsa, who everyone admitted was the best performer.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, the play is a great success"

"No, that's because you did your best."

"Still, let me thank you. Thank you so much. From now on, I'm going to be confident in myself and I'm going to be able to continue my theatre"

A brown-skinned girl gives thanks to Pais with a glittering, radiant smile. I guess the confidence that comes from getting over the big wall, on your own, makes this smile.

"Yeah, well, Uncle Ratesh was here earlier. He praised it for being a very good play. Be a good actor."

"Yes, I'll do my best"

Now, Pais tries to leave the holding room.

Behind it was Yant following, but when the two of them went out into the hallway, Elsa retained the squire. Guess Pace suddenly remembered a forgotten item in the holding room for some reason, so he went back to tell Yant to wait because he was going back to pick it up himself.

"Uh, Yant,"

"... oh"

Pounded in the hallway. The young woman and Yant, suddenly alone, are brilliantly wolfish of things. I'm fixing to look somewhat calm, probably because the ghost instructor's anger was heard from the end of his head telling him to calm down when he seemed to panic.

"Thank you for all your help."

"... oh"

It is unchanged and clumsy.

I wish I could say one of my thoughtful words, but for some reason the troupers groaned by the theater wall. The hallway walls of the theatre are thin.

"Also, will you come and see our play?

"I don't know. I'm not usually in King's Landing."

"Really..."

Really stupid. Absolutely when I come back, with just one word, Elsa will be relieved. What do you do until you break up? Even if the bad behavior heals, I guess it's immature adolescence in the root part. From the “listening” people, I can't help it.

"Well, I guess I'll have to thank you now."

"Thank you?"

"Yes, hey, meditate your eyes"

"Like this?

"Absolutely, you should never open your eyes!!

Whatever the hell was there, Yant closed his eyes suspiciously. Needless to say, I'm not used to dark vision, but for some reason it smelled fragrant and delicious. Speaking of which, during the break, we all ate Pace's plug, when we were thinking about things that didn't matter.

- Chuh.

Something soft touched Yant's mouth.

The moment Yant opened his eyes, what the hell? What was in front of it was Elsa's appearance with her face turning bright red. That's also close enough that your nose and nose are likely to stick together.

"Well, then, some other time. Next time you come to Wangdu, definitely come and see me!!

Yant just has to drop off Elsa, who unilaterally deserted and ran off the spot.

He hadn't thought as much about making that whole thing a new romantic play.