Sweet Reincarnation

"Gentlemen, from among us, a traitor has come forth"

night. In the darkness where the moon also hid, only a small light by bean oil was illuminating the men.

Even blurry lights don't even show your face. I can't tell who is who.

About five people in number. It was clear from the appearance of blindfolding that it was not a legitimate gathering.

"Oh, that's him."

"It is unforgivable that we should give our faith and turn our flag openly against the Goddess and begin to believe in cults"

A tall man told me to throw up. They were one another and companions in only one way: to believe in a certain goddess. Out of that, we talk about a traitor coming out, and they all hammer that they are.

"Ruri. But even more unforgivable are those who seek to take God from us."

A wide-width man gets angry trying to pop a bubble out of his mouth. For those who make faith one (when), it is more unforgivable for those who seek to deprive faith itself than those who have betrayed it.

"Forgive me, seriously."

"Yes, we must add Heavenly Heaven."

"We need divine punishment!!

Men's voices don't cool down when it comes to heating up. Momentum and enthusiasm just to say that I will now mourn the apostasy.

"But what do we do? We can't fight them."

"Yes."

But there was one man in the men's agreement who didn't agree with it. I watered the boiling pan, but let it cool the heads of the men who were heating and boiling.

"This is a report from each other, but there is a way we might be able to accomplish their obstruction and take back God if we are good"

"What!?

"Can you do that!

Retrieval of the deprived faith. What a sweet, heart-catching thing?

Between the men, there is nothing to lie about God. When it comes to being able to do things with each other, we can. This is the common sense of the faithful.

"I can. But for that, it takes someone's sacrifice."

It's me.

"No, let me do it"

Mouthfully, I say I do it. If it is a jihad to regain God, it is a joy to sacrifice oneself.

"Then, after the candidates, the measures are…"

The secret conversation lasted until late at night.

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"My lord, please, don't be nervous, make your feelings easier"

"Ugh, yeah, I know."

"Huh."

Keraus sighed.

From now on, the lead actor of the day stays up from earlier when he says it's an engagement presentation between Uranta and Josephine.

Sure, ten years old. There, being surrounded by large numbers of adults and being the star of the big stage may be nervous. With a woman in love, she finally officially announces her engagement, and if so, maybe it's something with strength in her shoulders.

It's natural to be nervous, there's nothing to be ashamed of. But Keraus' sigh is deep and heavy. This is because, in the case of Uranta, it assumes absolutely a person to be compared.

Josephine's home is the Mortairn family. Leadership of an emerging aristocrat, made up of war medals. It is known to be meritocratic and elitist home style, and the Mortairn family is told that they are elite from top to bottom. In particular, Shiites and others known as peepers are famous.

It is a well-known fact in the Bombino family that people of such proven strength, prestige and track record love and comfort only one child.

The child is, needless to say, Pastry-Mil-Morthern.

I don't know any other house, and there's no one in the Bombino family who doesn't know about Pais. If he were here, he would be a spy in another house.

While at the same age as Uranta, the martial arts medals you build are what you can already call heroes. A powerful man with even a hundred warfare smelling styles.

My family ties are strong, and I hear my sister nostalgic. Then the silver-haired boy will definitely come to the show.

Totally the same age. Together they will serve the royal family as lords. Peers. Same military family. What's the matter, if you arrange it side-by-side, you'll be compared.

Compared to Pais. This is a nightmare for Uranta right now. No matter how good the amount of uranta that inherits the title is. No, I'm pretty sure they're actually extremely good, but they're too bad for comparisons. Just because it's the best standard product, I'm talking about not lining it up with something out of the standard.

At the very least, I want you to behave with dignity so that it looks more or less like it. At the very least, I want you to come with confidence, without showing how nervous you are.

The desire of Keraus is truly a whisper, but sadly, it is a wall that stands in Uranta today.

Degrees of deep breathing. Somehow, Uranta tried to regain her calm, and that's why I came up with the idea. It may be more accurate to recall, but where my head has been full of other things before, such as a slight indication of margin made?

"Oh, yes, Keraus, we have a ring, too."

"Of course. As an engagement ring, we have what we instruct."

At the time of this engagement, an engagement ring was to be given to Jose by the Bombino family. It is a rare custom in the Kingdom of God, but since there was a troublemaker who accidentally leaked about such a custom, it was prepared at a corner.

Uranta was driven by a desire for exclusivity that appealed to Jose to be his own. Whatever it is, the first gift, from the Bombino family to the woman who will be his wife. Let's not forget, Uranta is another push.

A good aide says it's okay, but it's just in case there is one without checking.

"Well, you polished it, didn't you?

"Of course. I checked, but it's brand new."

The ring provided is the shape of Uranta's mother. Generations of delicacies that my mother received from my grandmother and my grandmother from my great-grandmother.

Uranta is still a boy, too, and it's about a good year to have sweetness in something called a mother. While that's an unacceptable position, I guess he still wants Jose to be as inclusive as his mother somewhere. What thoughts did you have that it was not a new ring? Only Uranta knows that. No, it could be something Uranta herself isn't aware of.

If you get it, you will be confused by too many thoughts, but sadly, it is also harsh to realize that Ulanta has never given a woman the gift of that hand.

"Dear Uranta, It's time."

A young man from the Viscount family came to get Uranta. His Highness the Viscount, who was still breathing, was seriously stuck breathing the moment the door was knocked. That's how nervous I am.

"Ahhh!! I'm nervous!!

From now on, we have to pick up Jose to the holding room and escort him straight to the ceremony.

What's different from a wedding reception is that Jose still has to be treated as a Mortairn because it's only an engagement.

Escort the lady from another house to the social arena. Uranta and nobleman. Not that this is the first time, but this time it's not like any woman I've ever been through. He's the one who never wants to show you what you're not dressed for. The tension that we cannot fail may now be at its peak.

Whatever, my right hand and right leg were set when I walked. He even forgot how to walk.

Mortairn family holding room. Ulanta, who stood before it, knocks with her trembling hands.

"Mm, I'm here to pick you up!!

"Dear Uranta, I need to name you first"

"I'm Ulanta-Mil-Bombino. Miss Josephine is here to pick you up!!

Talk about the manners of the Kingdom of God. Even if there's a knock across the door, you can't see the other guy's face. It is a noisy world of swords and magic, and a culture where self-salvation, which defends itself, is the great principle. When I was knocked and opened the door, the other person attacked me. Examples include sesame seeds.

So it is manners for a knocked person to tell you who he is and what he came for before opening the door. Clarify your purpose and identity before you open it, and open the door after permission comes out of the door. If not, I can't complain about being pointed at the sword the moment I open it.

It is an out of the question act, such as opening a door without even knocking. Assuming there is a human being who does such a thing, it would be insane.

Uranta, who was totally zeroing these manners out of her head. The people around you are laughing bitterly.

"Go ahead."

From inside, I heard a voice. Needless to say whose voice it is, it is the voice of the lead actor in today's ceremony. A voice of year-to-year calm and year-to-year adorability living together. Yeah, when Jose is in here, Uranta realizes he's twitching.

Permission granted. Slowly open the door.

"Ah..."

Uranta accidentally lost her word.

Jose's outfit is a light-colored dress with a white tone. There is a light water color on the hem with a light lake and light peach gradient on the neck. Ulanta fell in love with Jose's luminous hair as if it were a spirit. No, Jose was a spirit. When the use of God invited himself to heaven, Uranta seemed to seriously believe.

Not so much, Jose's beauty was remarkable. If you are also an Ekubo, the real Ekubo is a crystal of beauty. A more beautiful woman (Jose) is created when she hangs a Ulanta filter.

Too much, a boy with a stiff body. This does not reveal a tongue. It was also this boy who moved the place.

"Thank you, Lord Uranta, for your sister's escort."

Apparently Pace's cough managed to reach Uranta. The protagonist, who hastily restarts from the freeze, moves to do his part, albeit manageably.

"So, let's go"

Next to Uranta, Jose stands softly. And I take him straight up and walk away. If you keep your mouth shut, you will look like a fine lady, so beauty gains.

The venue for the presentation takes place by opening the widest lobby of the Viscount family.

In addition, a number of reception rooms were also opened in the lobby, which was treated as main venues and rest rooms.

Uranta and Jose headed for the main venue, naturally. There were already a lot of people in the lobby. The invitation of the Bombino family, now stretched, to say no, is more rare.

In the vicinity, he said that he was the lord of the chamber of commerce that housed him in the territory of the Viscount, or a nobleman of the neighboring territory. In the distance, he had also come all the way from the Holy Nation. A sight where the word thrive applies exactly as it is. This liveliness is also the influence of the current Viscount family.

At a time when Jose and Uranta sat in the designated place and decorated like chick dolls, the show began in earnest. The MC announces the opening of the meeting.

First of all, the first to move was the court nobles who are usually in the King's Capital.

They never leave the King's capital every day. On top of that, most of the income is from royal duties. The honor of being able to deal directly with the royal family is a reward. Speaking of which, it sounds good, but at last it means a low monthly salary.

Even though I don't have any money, I have to protect my decency as a nobleman. Even trivial rights, if you can get them, it's the nobility of the court that's got your hands through your throat. The Bombino family has ports and ships in its territory.

For example, having it accommodated when you get something rare, etc., is also a trivial right, but if you think you can make a profit from resale profits, etc., you can't fool around with this.

The guys who want to keep Uranta in the mood for a bit, make a queue and say hello with a rubber.

"Again, the house here is popular"

Pais spoke to his mother beside him.

Casserole was also about to participate because of her daughter's engagement unveiling, but her duties in the National Army meant that only her sobbing mother and Pais would participate.

This really made me cry, just like I said. to the men who withdrew, though.

In addition, Jose's sisters, who were married elsewhere, may also be showing their faces. As people on the brink of the Mortairn family, there was a legend without being forced to say hello to Uranta. After they greeted the Pais and the others, they fled the greeting offense early and were tongue-in-cheek at a luxurious meal. In anticipation of the rapprochement, I plan to speak to Jose.

"I thought about it when my oldest daughters were up there, but time is passing fast. Because that little Jose is already going to your wife."

"Mother, I'm presenting my engagement today. Isn't marriage still unknown?

"Pais, please don't say anything weird. She'll be in trouble if she doesn't go to her daughter-in-law."

"... Aren't you okay?

When it comes to political marriage, it's true, but in this case, Pais knows that Uranta is in love with Jose.

Of course, if Jose is too terrible a daughter-in-law, a hundred years of love could cool off too. But Anise, concerned about it, imposed dowry training until she left her social life alone. The original terroir is clever Jose. Women's abilities should be acquired to the extent that they can wear a minimum cat. Probably.

With the home of one of the protagonists, many people come to greet such a Mortairn family.

Mostly, they are familiar with each other. Everyday, a good friend comes to the Mortairn family to say a few words of celebration. If it's easy to say hello, Pais and the others can handle it without getting weird.

But some of them were unmissable.

"Long time no see."

A casual word hung on Pais.

The moment he heard it, Pace accidentally reached for his hips sword. It is the gift of reason that did not pluck.

"I'm here today as a celebratory messenger. I'm not saying don't be alarmed, but stop being rude."

"This is it. Who do you think you are, the hero of the Holy Nation?"

I thought I'd say hello to the hero of the kingdom of God for a chance at the corner.

Bittertaste-Est-Hyenchant.

At the head of the Holy Nation Thirteen Jie, an opponent who has something to do with Pais.

Originally Pais going to the ground with a thick face shameless, but the only one who admits he couldn't fight and win. You cannot be sure of a must-win by pacing, you are a strong enemy.

The only salvation is that at the moment we have also reconciled with the Holy Nation, and this time we are in a peaceful position as messengers of celebration.

"Why is someone as important as you here?

The Holy Nation is less powerful than the Kingdom of God. But only when it comes to magic is the Holy Nation better. Wizards are an element of diplomatic, military and economic importance to the Holy Nation.

And more than magic is personal, the Holy Nation protects the wizard excessively. If you're also a man at the top of the Wizard of the Holy Nation, you can't be so easily hanging around a foreign country.

"Just like I said. I'm here to celebrate. Don't the young heroes of the Kingdom of God want you to celebrate your sister?

"No. I appreciate the words of celebration. But isn't that word a gift to the parties?

"Hmm. Right. Come on, then."

"… let me accompany you"

The wizard of a country that was at war until this time. That, too, is the other person who clearly recognizes the Mortairn family as a virtual enemy. You can't be alarmed.

For the safety of her sister, Pace accompanies Bitter. Or maybe that's how putting Pais aside made me want to greet him peacefully and smoothly.

Bitter and the purpose of this one is to enter into friendly relations with the Bombino family. At the very least, it is the messenger's requirement not to be hostile. I have no intention of making things rough, so I say hello to the two protagonists, while accepting Pais' surveillance.

The surroundings, who were blatantly flattered by the protagonists, were pressed by the appearance of two men, the Mortairn family and the hero of the Holy Nation, opening the ground without being told.

Even after the greeting, we move to the edge of the lobby with each other on guard. We want to avoid unnecessary disturbances with each other, and the thought that we have nothing to gain from staring at each other in a prominent spot. I didn't put it into words, but we read through each other's thoughts and so on, so it's a wonder that you can do something called Ayumu's breathing.

If you just looked from the side, you must have mistaken them for being best friends.

Pais and Bitter. Together we are excellent wizards and have excellent brains, but I wonder if it's sad, people's eyes can't see more than one at the same time.

I guess that's why. I had missed the scene where Uranta gave Jose a ring with her face in bright red.