Sweet Reincarnation

The Arsongrin princess is a good year to say he is still a grand man.

I've been working out swords since I was young, and I'm disappointed in my body, no matter what kind of military man. Of course, I've had a lot of failures when I was younger, and I can still remember one or two of the embarrassments. All of them have become flesh and blood, and now they are.

I have had some experience since I became the head of the Count family, and I am neither young nor old, but I am not there.

Physically young enough and mentally deficient old. The most powerful period, with the balance of old and young, is now.

That's what Uncle Borderline had in mind.

"My country's mission says it's time to get to the border"

"Right."

To the report from my men, I nod to Eagle Deep.

For this man, the Kingdom of God is the enemy. On one side, however, he was also a good benefactor to thank.

Originally the man was in a noble nobleman named Earl. It was inherited from the parents, but it is certainly a status that the rest of us envy. Some of them want or try to defend their status as Counts, even if they risk their lives.

But it was a laugh for this man. Does it make you so that you were born in that position? Can't you see the obvious taste of what it is? He was unhappy with the countenance.

At first, if we include such people as Borderline Uncle (there is no marquis in the Kingdom of Siri, so it is the highest rank as a subordinate) and royalty in the brackets of high nobility, the sequence within the high nobility is spoiled to the lower ranks.

In terms of sequence within the state, above and below. I didn't even have to say the upper royalty, but I thought the upper middle was good for me. I don't think it's greedy.

Until now, however, there was no way he could have been at the top of the faction headed by the Luttrut Border Uncle.

Ability. Definitely. At least that's what the man believes. But I also thought that's why the guys up there were coming to keep their heads down.

A situation in which you have to look at the complexion of the rest of them and the Luttrut family, even though you have enough influence within the faction. It makes me lie when it comes to not being dissatisfied.

In the midst of that, the reward of the extinction of the Luttrut family as if it had descended. Surprisingly enough for myself, it was a reward that made me happy.

domestic hardliners against the kingdom of God. That, too, is the strongest hardliner who insists on applying military thorough pressure and not making any concessions diplomatically. It was nothing but luck that got me to the top of it.

No matter, it's not an easy position to take. Gather the people who have been bound under the Luttrut family until now, exchange enthusiasm with the other candidates, make them admit that they are the successors, and put themselves at the top of the faction. He then moves to make that fact known to non-factions and to acquire the power and position they deserve to stand.

As a result, the viceroy to the peripheral throne was also fulfilled, and he grabbed the military power in his hand in times of need. It would also be natural to have renewed the thought that I was excellent.

Of course, there are still enemies in the country. The diplomats, who argue that war with foreign countries only produces nothing and should generate profits from coordination, are at the head of it. An inert and weak man who cannot even be placed on the wind of nobility, adorned with swords to slaughter his enemies and disparaged with shields to defend himself in figurines.

The hardliners who argue that foreign nations should be subdued militarily are among the dogs and monkeys.

The moderates scorn the hardliners as inconsiderate boars, and the hardliners look down on the moderates as unwilling losers. We hate each other. We can't even get along. There is also a great deal of emotional rebellion, rather than conflict with theory or reason.

But there's a conflict of interest in the first place. A man at the forefront of an enemy country, who constantly feels a military threat, and a man at the rear, who feels little military threat. You can't even look at the same thing.

In that regard, he said that the Kingdom of God had once reached the point of extinction, mostly with a sense of crisis. I know that's why it's so powerful, but it's an enviable story.

"You're going to be in the mountains. I hope you eat well."

I'm still in a weak position. Borderline uncle mocks himself.

The native factions that have just inherited are still sweet to tie, have political enemies in the country, and their fame and reputation extend to the former Luttrut border uncle. That's something I know enough about.

I need a handle. Everyone has to admit, we need an opportunity to show how great we are.

If I had merit here, the diplomats would lose face, and the people who were making noise about the May flies would shut up as if they had been showered with cold water.

I hit my hand for that.

I have sporadically provoked several houses, including the Mortairn family, and I have struck a number of other hands.

In particular, recent actions have been a great battle for a generation as a borderline uncle. A contender who risked his life. That's what made it easier for diplomatic envoys to be raided.

For example, a carriage that was forced into it. We have a brilliant carriage that we can see clearly with the rich. The carriage alone is costing quite a bit of money, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a moving jewelry box. Something that pushes through (more) the idea that you can't be insulted by appearance and prepared. It should greatly stimulate the financial greed and appetite of those who are hungry for gold.

In the name of escort, we also prepared a handsome female soldier. I'm just a soldier. You clearly lack strength, and you're young to see. Normally, it would not serve as a major actor, such as the escort of an emissary with the prestige of the state, but the glamour of appearance claimed to be necessary for a peaceful emissary and pushed it away. I also forbid you to hide your face, which would definitely invite a man's inferiority.

Within the Kingdom of God, too, it was made known that diplomatic envoys were headed. That would already be a thoughtful announcement, and I'm sure you've even heard of the unreliable people around there. It was also thoroughly rumored that it was a peace envoy, and there were few escorts.

A rich mission with little force to defend, many young women.

Come on, attack, attack immediately and the form you're appealing to with all your might.

If the Kingdom of God were to prepare escorts as ever common sense would surely be attacked. It is a topping that makes the bait look even better, such as a ritual haribote.

If you try not to be attacked, you have a common sense breaking escort. Yes, there's someone out of common sense like Mortairn's neck hunt.

The neck hunter of the Mortairn family is out there, and you can stir up anti-divine kingdom sentiments within Siri. If war criminals who stole territory were to escort them, they would surely reverse the sentiments of the diplomatic corps, and then one or two of the “rogues", if they appeared, could create a situation that was not unnatural. No, he shows up for sure. The mantra is ready. It was easy, such as getting hit by a neck hunt and letting the remnants of the Lutrout family of resentment bone marrow dive into the mission.

In order to protect the diplomatic mission from the plot, the Duke of Kadreček or the royal family of the Kingdom of God stand on the arrow and give it a thorough glimpse. Protect against bees so easily that you can't get your hands on them. This is the only way. Borderline uncle was confident in his predictions.

But then some “attacked” places, starting with the Mortairn family, lose face.

I can't get my hands where the royal family and the Kadreček family protect me, but if you're watching, you can laugh at him with a weak back. The feat he made me regret paying off with one arrow against “war criminals” like the Mortairns and the Huberleks is big. Later, if you scatter that fact and stir it up, it will erupt from the other side.

No matter how we fall, we fall into our own interests.

While I'm at it, a fine ending.

Yes, Uncle Borderline laughed.

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The diplomatic mission has finally entered the Kingdom of God.

Tension runs across the line.

"Don't get distracted."

Nina, who wraps up the convoy, says aloud around her.

On the horse is a lean long body. Sleek, long hands and feet. Sometimes what seemed luxurious was that she was originally a muscularly difficult physique and also a woman. I'm supposed to be training just like the guys, but I can't lose fat but I can't get my muscles inside.

Short, tidy blonde hair glimpses underneath her helmet.

If you say beautiful, you're probably right, but I can tell that you're far from being a deep-window maid in that you're twice as blind as a person.

In the Kingdom of Siri, it is rare for a woman to be a soldier. However, because the Lutroot family was defeated in the earlier battle against the Kingdom of God and the guardianship of the border needed to be hastily consolidated, there were recruits, both men and women, and it was she who responded accordingly. Those who fled dressed up or were deprived of their lands and jobs by strangers. Or he who is deprived of his wealth in the midst of confusion. Those predators applied for decent paid jobs because they lived. There are numerous people like Nina.

I just served in a new America, and I'm still inexperienced. I've only trained for about a year. A major actor who came around despite it. That's also the role of commander who keeps a team, albeit just a few. She was strained in addition to things.

"This is a tough place to start."

"Right."

A colleague mutters to Nina. This man, too, a young woman. It is in a position to ride a horse, but its status is not aristocratic in itself. A similar position, five similar people. This is all part of this escort battle. I don't care what happens, I don't think it's a decent escort force, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fail my mission.

He is a hateful enemy, but he has entered the enemy country. You can't be distracted.

"Nina."

Call me captain.

My colleague chuckles at Nina's dissatisfaction. Ever since I was given this assignment, I have always thought that the point of wanting to be called the Commander of the Regiment is to be young.

"Then Captain, the one before you, can't you see anything?

"Previous?"

If you stare at me when I'm told, I see something like a shadow. There's just no count. It feels like there's only one of us.

"I'll go, so focus on the rest of the escort"

"Don't you have to be vigilant around me?

"Oh, well. That too, please."

Besides, the head of the convoy goes with such support. We couldn't afford to look around and our gaze was fixed on suspicious figures.

Suspicious situation early into the kingdom of God. As a commander of the new United States, it is a situation where too much force is put into the shoulders.

"I will see you with the mission of the Kingdom of Siri"

Something that was a suspicious figure. A man who seems to be a nobleman of the kingdom of God told him so.

"That's right. Who is it?"

Nina has a full voice. I also intend to put it in a dignified way.

If my voice hadn't trembled, I might have managed to be given a point.

"I am Associate Baron Herskivi of the Kingdom of God. So I've been waiting for you here."

Hearing the name of the Herskivi family, the faces of the mission made the tingling air nervous.

Because one of the precautionary figures I heard beforehand is this Associate Baron Herskivi.

This house is not a big deal in its own right. It's not a big house, there's nothing more to see than human resources, and the only thing to be wary of is kinship.

The pattern that you have ties to that Mortairn family. Definitely the person to watch out for.

The man laughs naughty. A smile like a prank, very similar to someone else somewhere.

"I want you all to feel a little scared"

The moment a man raises his hand.

From all around, there was a scream of fear.

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"My lord!"

Where I was enjoying my drink in a good mood, an innocent human came in.

A person who was one of his servants and entrusted with liaison roles to various locations in this case. I was a little overwhelmed, and I hired some wizard mercenaries who were strong enough to communicate information, and this panic in the midst of having a complete system in place.

"Something."

What the hell is wrong with you?

It would be natural to be so surprised.

Uncle Arsongrin placed the silver cup in his hand on the desk beside him.

"The mission..."

"What happened to the mission?"

"To the bear... to the bear..."

"Were you attacked?

Heard of a bear (Kuma), Borderline Uncle clouds his complexion.

Originally, it was hoped that a mission would be attacked within the Kingdom of God. But more importantly, I'm unlucky to be attacked by a bear. No, are you in luck?

Whether it's good or bad luck to be attacked, but as someone to be attacked, it's not bad. For the mission, though.

That means it's not convenient for Borderline Uncle.

No matter how you look at it, I've just prepared some bait for you to attack. If I could, it would have been better if something of the nobility of the kingdom of God had come to me. If we go from the Kingdom of Siri to the King's Capital of the Kingdom of God, we will inevitably pass through the former Luttrut territory. I also hear there were sudden lords and medals. There are people who suddenly change their position, and a mission passes right in front of them. There can also be enough unexpected accidents or runaways at the uncontrolled lower end. Or nothing to say if the area around Mortairn is driven by passion and attacked.

But he's a man called a hero, even if he rots. One end of the thought on this side is so discerning that it admonishes short thoughts. Because you can't do that, and you can't be afraid.

Tomorrow, I expected to be attacked by bandits. Only as a means of insurance, we also had a hand in letting the mercenaries we hired attack us, but that's best if we don't have to use it. I hear there's a delay in regular communications from mercenaries hired in, but mercenaries and such would be.

Thoroughly attack the impropriety of the Kingdom of God and take military action on the grounds of retaliation. Of course, the Arsongrin family is at the centre.

As soon as he receives a report that he has been attacked, he is ready to move his army immediately. If it was raided and the diplomatic mission was damaged, then the non-is clearly in the Kingdom of God. It would be enough in nominal terms. It is also easy to pretend to be a bandit and claim that the side of the kingdom of God attacked, etc.

Let the army cross the border and ramble, hand-to-hand where appropriate. It would suffice as an original purpose, military merit.

But I can't afford to be attacked by wildlife.

In nominal terms, it's weak anyway. I can't retaliate or anything because I was attacked by wildlife, and that's ridiculous.

It is the mountain of Sekiyama who is laughed at for what it was for.

Damn, they're lucky.

Yes, Uncle Borderline thought, but if you look at it, my men wanted to say something.

"No. I wasn't attacked"

"What?"

"The bear... the bear escorted me!!

"What?!

Arsonglin Borderline unclear what his men's report meant.