Sweet Reincarnation

"I see... I mean, that you might have gotten caught up in a foreign gotagota?

"Yes."

Discuss as Casserole and Pace face each other. To listen to the detailed history and the meeting with the Duke of Kadrecek, and to make both Pais and Caserol think one (when).

Says the envoy comes by foreign thought. To keep pace with this situation, there were some incredible raids that didn't happen every day. It was enough circumstantial evidence to associate the two, and even casserole and pais' considerations, the relationship was smelling. There's something. Yeah, the parents and the kids got a hit.

"After sending the corn, a statue of the killer appeared from our information network. There is still some ambiguity, but it is certain that the people who attacked us were employed by those who could at least be called officials of the Kingdom of Siri."

"Then the strange raids ahead will be clear."

Escape instantly while attacking.

An incident ahead, like the escape of Judo's Pimp Dash, said to Pace. It's unnatural and extreme, but it's a fact in itself that it was attacked.

But Pace nodded that he could understand if the person he attacked was on a foreign Gotagota extension line.

"I'm not sure, what do you mean young"

Koanthro shakes his neck.

It is also a difficult story to tell a squire to insight, such as the context of an intertwined case of foreign political thought. Not to mention the kind of person who has cultivated much of his life's experience on the battlefield.

I threw away the feeling of pity a long time ago. What we have now is that a good prince and even better next principals have a common perception, and I don't know that.

For Koan's sake, Pais began to crush and explain.

"Consider if the main culprit of this raid were the nobility of the Kingdom of God. That, too, whether or not it has anything to do with this matter of the Kingdom of Siri"

"Ha."

They attack me and run away instantly without any success. If you know the brave name of Casserole, escaping is a natural thing in itself, but then it becomes why you attacked me in the first place.

"Assuming what was the only problem... I don't want the Mortairns to intervene. That's why I attacked him in conjunction with the demonstration. But I also want to avoid being grudged at home badly. So I escaped before I was harmed. Assuming the raiders are aristocrats in our country, this is the intention that can be seen from the earlier raids. You must be halfway there."

"Right."

The purpose of the matter. The unnatural reason in the first place is easy to understand when organized. In other words, I will limit myself to saying that the response is inconsistent. Attacking and fleeing. Accelerators and brakes. Step on it at the same time and talk about what it means.

"But when a foreign country is involved, the way you look at it changes"

"What?"

"I would probably call them hardliners against the Kingdom of God, within the Kingdom of Siri, but those who are close to it"

Pais tells his guess. Coantro and casserole listening to it in silence.

"In raids, normally they try to terrorize us."

"Ha."

"Whether you want to target the success of the raid or tolerate failure, you want to plant fear in us and use it to gain an advantage over the Mortairns."

"Hmm."

Fundamentals of the exercise of force. A nobleman possesses force and hires violent devices primarily for defense and negotiation. One of the aims is to prevent it when it is attacked by force from the enemy. The other is to use force to carry negotiating matters in favor of others.

Negotiation is where there are so many fine stages that we can't pull each other off and kill each other, to just make them smell like they have force. There are differences in the use of various details.

Leaving the army in line to show off and reminding them of the disadvantages of hostility is one of the negotiations. Actually taking action and giving fear is also part of the negotiations.

A raid is a hard means from the top to the bottom when a benevolent killing is used as the top hard means. It's a use on the critical boundary between battle and conversation that if there is no concession to attack, the rest will really have to be fought.

"But in this case, it's not meant to make us feel threatened"

But if you're less willing to negotiate than you were, a raid means something different, Pais says.

"So what do you think it's all about?

"Attacking. It must have been an end in itself."

"What?"

I don't care about the results. Even the fact that "the Mortairns were attacked” could also achieve an end. If you look over the situation in the Kingdom of Siri, Pais explains to Coantro.

"My family is a military family. You can't just leave it as it was attacked by someone. Even if that's like children's play. No, that's why we have to fight back."

"You can lick it."

If you get raided and you don't do anything, you can lick it. They look sweet. As long as there is no damage, there can be no doubt that more people misunderstand that you can forgive them.

It would be like a hotbed for recidivists and copycats if you missed the candy dump because you were talking about ten yen and twenty yen.

Even if it's trivial, you have to fight back harder than you were attacked.

"That's right. Which means the raiders want the Mortairns to intervene.

"Ho."

The Mortairn family, which has had numerous experience of being attacked so far. I've elevated my martial and family names so I can't be licked.

Existing enemies have plotted raids, feeling threatened with their fame and trying to eliminate the influence of the Mortairn family.

They do harm to the surroundings, including Casserole and Anise, and they frighten them and threaten "no more hands”. In a way, it's like a regular coat I'm used to as a Mortairn family, and oh again, it's about the feeling.

It would be quite effective in other houses, but this act of intimidation of hands on the Mortairn family is ineffective at any rate. I'm used to it, so it doesn't taste fresh and I don't feel terrified.

The same Japanese people who are used to earthquakes are not scared at about four seismic degrees. That was inside, about the feeling. If you're unfamiliar with people, it's the Mortairn family that can calm you down where you'll panic and freak out.

But this time it's completely different from them. Pais sees how it is.

"Young lady, can you tell me what that means?

Koanthro asks.

"We are, in the country, a parting of favors and disapprovals. We have many allies, but we also have many enemies"

"Hmm."

"But from the enemy countries, moderates or extremists, but enemies common to everything. In a way, you will have a stronger hostility than your domestic political enemies, who also have a sense of compatriots."

Demons, ghosts (orgs), reapers, lunatics, killers, etc. The repertoire of abusive words, which we call referring to the Mortairn family, is roughly equal to the evil gossip that the Siri Kingdoms can come up with.

It began more than twenty years ago during the Great War by creating a trigger for defeat, and several skirmishes. Every time the Mortairns came out of the way, they killed all the generals in the kingdom of Siri. From them, the more hateful an opponent would be the Mortairn family to their parents' enemies.

Even though we disagree with each other because of disagreements, it's not even a comparison if you compare it to Mortairn. Definitely, the neck hunting devil hates me more.

"So?"

"If we stick our necks in this matter, those who move to crush bilateral reconciliation will surely take action against us. We'll have to be vigilant with people who think about reconciliation."

"Is that what you mean"

Koanthro understood what Pais was going to say.

By attacking the Mortairn family, it waters the reconciliation between the Kingdom of Siri and the Kingdom of God, and seeks to bring in the flow of armed clashes targeted by the hardliners. At least at the time Mortairn's name is mentioned, I don't think it's going to end well.

The Duke of Kadrecek, to whom the Mortairn family belongs, is broken. There are many moderates at the top, but the following are pro-active intervention proponents: As far as the radicals are concerned, there are even immediate warriors.

A situation where gunpowder is loaded in the warehouse. If you throw in an oversized spark called Mortairn, it could be a huge fire with a dokan.

or even awkward to stay licked.

If you are prepared to engage in a war with the Kingdom of Siri, you will also be able to react aggressively on the grounds of raids, but if you are going to put on the face of a moderate, I would avoid intervening by giving the name of Mortairn as much as I can. A truly delicate state of affairs that requires political judgment.

What a toothpick. How refreshing would it be to catch the killers and punish them without even thinking about them?

"So what do we do?

"Don't you ever let the people who attacked you on purpose get on board?

Coantro expressed his opinion on the question of casserole.

But this is only an "easy to argue with” opinion. As an assistant, it is the Mortairn stream that communicates the most diverse opinions possible and prevents overlooking in top judgments. It is a custom that has been born from the breath of Ayumu, which has been exchanged with Caserol in Shiites until now.

This means that it remains an unsatisfactory opinion for Casserole and Pais.

"If you stay attacked and do nothing, we will be seen sweetly. Regardless of this case, if you think about it later, it has a significant negative impact"

"Right, I think so too"

"So what do you do?

To Koanthro's question, two of the top people often think about it.

"We should first clarify the identity of the assailant. I want to hold onto the pattern if I can. It is speculative that the Siri kingdom hardliners would be the culprits. I think if we don't hold onto clear evidence, we'll be behind on how we move."

Pais affirmed. Most importantly, the thought is unique.

Whether it's strong powder, medium powder or thin powder, you can't cook it with ambiguity and make delicious treats. I thought accurate information was all basic.

The confectionery was completely incomprehensible to the casserole, but I understand that the correct decision is only with the right information, even on the battlefield.

Hmm, I nodded one thing.

"Koan, will you just wash the identity of the raider"

Yes, sir.

Koanthro oversees the Mortairn family's information network. That's why it was instructed.

But there was a man with his mouth pinched to it.

"Father."

"Hmm?"

"Do you mind if I help Koan, too?

Pais said he wanted to do the search for the killer himself.

"Hmm..."

Casserole thinks a little.

Information network held by the Mortairn family. Also, the information network, which includes illegal activities, is known only to Caserol and Coantro. Confidential matters in Shiites, the chief squire, or even Pais, the next lord and not even the lord's agent.

As for casserole, which was meant to be used to gather information, Pais' self-recommendation had something to shake his mind about.

The collection of information on the use of criminals or intimidated collaborators can never be expressed. If you don't have to use it, that's less risk of exposure.

If I looked confidently at Pais, I decided it seemed like a good idea to leave it to me.

"Let's be good. Let's leave it to Pais."

Casserole made the decision. At the corner of his head, while I had a feeling the matter was going to be even more exaggerated, I thought that with the power of Pais, I could aim for the best result: to catch the killer by legitimate means, drag out the people who pull the thread behind him, and rule him at ease with the imposition of sanctions.

"So, how does it work?

"First... I'm going to hit some mercenary regiments. They don't pick a job if it's going to be money. There's not a lot of people who can move when they hear" assault a nobleman. "

The people who attacked the carriage of the Mortairn family this time were men of the Kingdom of God. This is definitely because it is too conspicuous for foreigners to be urochous.

And among the divine kingdoms, the kind of man who attacks the Mortairn family and sells fights is set with a mercenary who, if he has to, can transfer the blame to his employer.

If you are a family member of the aristocratic family, it is convenient because it is clear where the responsibility lies, Pais ran out of words.

"Hmm... then ask here"

A casserole writes the name of one tavern at the end of a slice of parchment.

"What is this place?

To the name of the unfamiliar store, Pais tilted his neck.

"The liquor store in Yuori right back alley. There's a whole bunch of dangerous people and people who remember their arms."

"Well, your father knows that place, too."

"Once upon a time, a little"

"Once upon a time?"

The casserole clouded the words. Pais laughed bitterly, too, because of his father's condition, and because of his youthfulness, the words turned his head.

"When I was younger, I used to go in and out there a little bit. But that doesn't matter this time. The tavern has officials from the Beginning of Dawn. He's a tough guy, so we can't even ask him something. It would be perfect to get information about mercenary work in Wang Du."

"The beginning of dawn? It's like I've heard it somewhere."

Pais, too, follows his memory. But I can't remember anything. I've heard it somewhere, and I was wondering what it was.

Casserole laughed lightly as she saw her son roar.

"It's also natural that I've heard of it. There used to belong a certain amazing wizard. When it comes to mercenaries in the western part of the kingdom, the first names are given, the famous ones."

"The Wizard of Awesome Arms... No Way"

Pais gives a stiff look.

Because I remember where I heard it. Inside the boy's head was the big head of the Mortairn family laughing at Nihil.

"Oh. It's about Shiites. Dawn Peeker. Shiites named after Thousand Mile God-Eyes. He hid it. That's what he called himself back then."

"Self-proclaimed!? Did you call yourself that?"

"I didn't want to be called a peeper, there was a time when I was named. Didn't you know?

It's my first ear.

Two names when I was younger. That is, black history since adulthood.