Sweet Reincarnation

New green season. Entering the Blue Lower Moon, Mortaire Terrestrial Thursden finally welcomes warmth such as the Harumoto season.

It has been a busy city from day to day, but now things were going on that would keep me busy in circles over it. It's a celebration. Even in a city where there's always a lot of celebration, there's one story of first sight.

"Hmm, you're doing great inside."

"Thank you"

In front of the Lord's Proxy in the territory of Mortaire, there was a dress. Of course women. Because no other 3D sewing technique is used, it is decorated like a mannequin just for the torso. It was prepared for his sister.

Along with his reputation for drawing a line with other dresses, the clothing guild of Zarsden began to see orders pouring in from Chillahola and other nobles.

The culprit, or even the cause, is that Pais plotted to bring the dress to a social setting.

Unlike other territories, where only certain craftsmen are held by noblemen, creating pyramid structures around their parent population and limiting the number of craftsmen as vested rights, in Mortaire territory there is a system of freedom of accession and exit for objects that have a certain interest in the union (guild).

By entering the guild, anyone can take on the work of the Mortairn family if they remember in their arms, and if they are busy, the craftsmen will be able to work side by side with each other. In addition, the accumulation and exchange of technology occurs in the framework of within the guild rather than within individual artisans, making the guild itself an incisive place to improve the skills of artisans.

The three artisans who are now in front of the pastry, those who bathe in their favor, have also taught each other skills to make clothes since they were invited to come over by Mortaire territory. Parents, so called, craftsmen at one end, bow their heads to others and learn. It's a sight you'll never see outside Mortaire territory, but that's why you can do things that are full of originality like no other.

The dress that was ordered this time is one of them.

"Is the pattern on the hem a plant? What flowers?

"It's a seasonal one, so I've inspired Kiichigo. It was a Mortairn-like ornament, so I asked for a specialty in your territory."

"Well, did someone tell you?

"In the ancient days of the city. He said the berries had been picked for a long time. Also, the colour of the flowers is white, so it fits the fabric of the dress"

Mortarn territory is a semi-arid zone. It is a geographical constraint surrounded by mountain ranges, with little rain. Therefore, in the past, there were no crops that could be properly grown, but only berries were grown around the well. Nutrition was a valuable source of vitamins as well as a lifeline for the village.

If you are a person who has lived in the main village for a long time, if you hear of it as a flower in Mortairn, you may indeed mention berries.

"I see... what do you say, sister? I think I'm doing very well."

Pais asks his own sister, Josephine, what she thinks of the dress she could do. For the craftsmen, it's time for tension.

The client is the boy in front of him, but he knew who the dress was for without having to be ordered. If we don't get our satisfaction here, the craftsmen will crush their faces. For them, last but not least, the biggest difficulty.

"Heh, that sounds good. Can I try it on?"

"Of course. Somebody help me."

Jose was checking out the dress for a while, looking directly from the front, from the diagonal, from the back, touching the fabric to see how it felt.

When it was satisfactory, I was in a good mood.

The craftsmen had a relief look at the end of the job.

I'll get dressed once, and Jose leaves the room with the lady of the maid.

When Mortarn territory was poor, it meant securing employment places for the elderly, hiring them more as samurai than in the village years, but they had recently run out of hands on boulders. So I've recently hired about two young women in there, and they're very helpful at times like this.

It is a relative story even when I say that I am young, and until now I have only had women of my grandson's and, if I do poorly, of my grandson's age, but even women of my age who are still young have come to work.

Sometimes it is recommended by other nobles and others that young single women be samurai, but such women are often tied up with strings that are often not even busy, and I can only refuse to hire them in the Mortairn family, where the confidentiality is so corrupt.

There was also a situation in your house that even if you were to hire a woman of such age, Pais would order you to fill the King's Capital. Being a loving wife, not a fearful wife, is a common saying of a Mortairn man.

"This time, too, did I make you hurry?

"No, nothing like that"

"You said you couldn't and you annoyed me. I'll play the thank you, so you can count on it."

"Thank you"

The parents are also able to have some easy conversations with Pais over and over again. Communication would be delicious if you thought you couldn't even talk nervously just to see each other.

But it's not even enough to lose the strength of my shoulders yet.

Anyway, if you accidentally break the mood of the nobility, you can't be nervous about how many children you have when you get caught as criminals. Mortairn's home style, which is allowed even if his attitude to the top is slow, is heretical within the Kingdom of God. It'll take time to get used to it.

In Mortaire territory, the judicial system is also available, so that we cannot imitate how many lords we call captive and convicted. However, it is also a difficult story to tell those who have spent many years in other territories to abandon their previous common sense. There are some hell of a lot of people in the world who catch someone who hasn't done anything and punish them by saying they've broken their mood, etc. And sadly there are more tyrannical people like that in the nobility.

"Speaking of which, during this time, you were ordered to make a costume for Baroness Tapia, right?

"Yes."

"What is it like?

Decent craftsmen to ask Pais questions. The content of the question is too vague to know how to answer it.

"What did you say?

Return to the question, with a question. It's an exchange that's going to break your mood if people change, but Pace isn't as small a person as he cares about that.

I began to crush and explain the intent of my question.

"At the time of ordering, did you not show any difficulty in having the person who actually wears it come all the way to Mortairn territory? Were there any problems with the secrets of clothing technology? In terms of money and conditions, they were not forced to impose impossible conditions, etc. All in all, I'm wondering if there was anything wrong. What do you say?

"Oh."

I listened to Pais and finally understood what my parents wanted to hear too.

They take refuge in Mortairn. In exchange for some conditions, you can protect them from irrationality. I hear you're not reluctant to exercise that right.

In the Kingdom of God, nobility is the privileged class. Territorial aristocrats and others have the right to judge the people, and thus some become arrogant. A lot of people get pretty overwhelmed with court nobles and civilians.

Mortairn clothing guilds allow you to travel to the store, regardless of your identity, when ordering. Many were disgusted by civilians calling the nobles, and the attitude that they would not make clothes if they did not come to Mortarn territory was, in part, undoubtedly buying objections.

Baroness Tapia, who appeared in the conversation, introduced Baroness Casserole-Mill-Mortellen, father of Pais. There was less dissatisfaction because his father's men, packed in the Wang capital, were from the Baron Tapia family and were able to [travel instantly] to Mortairn territory on its edge. Normally, I have to travel by carriage for days to order. Who would go so far as to restrain him in one of his clothes? If we are noble, we call the craftsmen to ourselves. That is the common sense of the Kingdom of God.

Why do you call the nobility until you buy the objection, when it comes to secrecy of technology?

Mortarn clothing unions are lumps of the latest technology, including 3D sewing, special buttons, zipper technology, how to make and dye certain fabrics, and instructions for creating clothes. From several territories, these technologies were born by pulling out artisans and mixing their respective technologies.

The danger of the technology born in Mortern being stolen, just as Pais was brought to Mortern from other territories, always existed. A society without patents or trademarks. Once it spills, it's just a loss to be taken. Vigilance against technological spills is excessively nervous is the Mortairn family.

And a product that was born with technology that was so overprotected. Of course, it can't be bad.

The better it is, the more it stimulates human desire. If you demand a discount on whether you can't do it cheaper, you can do it cheaper after the second focus, etc., it's still better. To be told to make more is Zara. When it comes to waiting for order, it's not uncommon for people to push out of order.

Some people say, "Use the same clothes for people with completely different shapes," etc. Even if smaller humans can manage to wear larger clothes, the opposite is physically impossible.

Can we turn down the demands of the nobles? Normally, it is difficult for the civilian population, but that is where the Mortarns take refuge. If there's only one problem, Mortairn will come out and give you a glimpse. When it comes to "complaining about something" while staring around the casserole, a person who was unscrupulous is mostly silent.

Path, who thinks he needs to continue to enrich Mortaire territory and be able to make as many treats as he wants, has no hesitation in sheltering the craftsmen if necessary for this purpose. Even if that is the elite of the faction, the shards will not hesitate to defend the craftsman. Even military action is prepared to be exercised without hesitation.

etc., and the parent crowd explained by Pais. Trust in the Mortairn family, which for some reason demonstrates its understanding of the craftsman, only grows. They were also gradually becoming followers of Pais.

"Pais, I'm here to change!!

Dunn, and the door to the reception room opens with momentum. Without knocking, and despite the fact that the craftsmen are guests, the chancellor remains the same. casserole, and the common headache seed of Pais.

For as long as it is troubling whether you will be a little more prosperous.

"What do you say?"

Jose turns around on the spot. The skirt's hem spread flutteringly.

"Very well suited, sister."

This time the dress is a light-colored dress with a white tone. Not white, but white is desirable. There are special circumstances.

It is therefore unified with pastel colours such as light peach colours and light water colours, with a somewhat girly atmosphere.

Especially a large bow that stands out behind your hips. A delicacy made of new technology that is sure to stand out in this world, made of special fabrics and made clear by a multi-layered structure that creates exquisite gradients.

"It would be. I'm a beauty, so whatever you're wearing suits you."

Proudly proclaimed so, Jose. In fact, her appearance is so neat that there's nothing wrong with saying she's beautiful. Neat nostrils, neat eyebrows, patchy eyes. Unique firm skin for teenagers. Glossy lips. Reddish cheeks. Including all, definitely a mother-like beauty. Beautiful girl who attracts people's eyes without much makeup.

If there is a problem, would I make a public statement about it myself? A cautious lady is an attitude you can't tell no matter how you roll.

"I won't deny it, but I don't think you should say that if you can,"

"It's true. It's not good."

"That's not what I meant...... ha"

Pace sighs. Because I know that this sister will be questioned no matter what she says.

"Um."

One artisan interrupted the exchange between his sisters and brothers.

Really, it feels like I said I was scared, and I can ask how they're afraid of undermining Jose's mood.

At first glance, my sister, who seems to be speaking and acting out of common sense, and Pais, who manages a common sense, adult attitude. The craftsmen rate José as “my nobleman“. Hence the hesitation.

Not knowing is a happy thing.

"What is it?

"I would like to ask you if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable..."

"Oh, you did"

This time, the handover of the costume.

Naturally, it is also important to check for defects. Rather, that should be the point.

"Sister, are there any tight spots or painful spots?

"Well, I don't think so."

"Are you okay around your stomach or something?

"Pais, you know what I'm talking about!! You must be ok!!

"Yiyi, sister hima, you have to cling your cheeks, hiya"

Jose is fifteen years old. I am in the midst of the marriageable age of the Kingdom of God, and the metabolism of my body is around an active year. It is about the year when I am hungry, whether I eat it or not, and these days I have also started eating delicious treats made by Pais between meals.

Eat rice wandering, do not hesitate to eat sweet things intermittently, little from the mansion as a constant of the noble lady. No, I can't get it out right. Especially these days.

Lack of exercise in adding to delicious meals and sweets.

The right side of the equation produced by tying these together is the fat content around the abdomen.

Luckily I'm young, so it's a problem that I'll solve as soon as I move a little, but sadly, for the convenience of cooking all the time lately as part of my dowry training, it doesn't decrease well inside.

It's not that she's disfigured, but it's a bit tough, to the extent, but it's a serious matter for adolescent maidens.

Asking if the abdominal area is ok is not to say that.

Pais had only a little bit of that feeling, but the speed of rotation of his head, just to be sensitive to it, was disastrous in this case.

It is only for the record that my sister needed a short time until she was satisfied with knocking down Pais.

"So what time is this costume going to be used?"

"I think you'll be using it soon."

Pais answered the question asked as he rubbed his cheek.

Yes, I let you make this dress in a hurry, because there's a reason.

"Whatever, I have an engagement announcement for my sister."

"Well, was it Master Left? Congratulations."

The craftsmen turned the words of celebration to Jose.

I heard rumors, but when we actually hear them this way, it's also easy to see why we were rushed.

"My sister finally decided to get engaged."

"Pace, what does it mean to do it?"

"It means as it is. I used to feel smudged that it was something my sister could get engaged to."

"Excuse me. I wonder if it's this mouth that says that."

"So stop trying to cheek like that right away!!

"My sister has a law that says it's okay to follow my brother."

"There can't be such a thing!!

of Pais, and Jose's seemingly enjoyable conversation.

Beyond the wall of the reception room, no one noticed there was a man listening to it.