Sweet Reincarnation

"And that is, Father."

King's capital apartment of the Mortairn family.

In front of Shiites and Glagans, it was a rare, emotion-exploding paice, but when it was slightly rough, he reaffirmed his love for sweets and regained his composure.

The history of emotional exposure is incomprehensible, and the process leading to calm is strange. Even Shiites, who has been the head of the Mortairn family for a long time and has been dating since Pais was born, is an oddity of Pais that is not entirely understandable.

How did that happen? He came all this way to report to his father that he was the only one who could explain.

It is now that I have finished explaining how it is.

"Hmm...... I see"

Casserole opened her mouth heavily after hearing Pais explain and organizing the contents to a point where she could catch up with her understanding.

What about insults to confectionery, sweets should be more admirable, it was disrespectful and blasphemous to say that it was the finished form of confectionery with such an impossibility, and by the way, it contained content that Casserole did not understand, but with the exception of them, you can also see roughly what Pace is trying to say.

I haven't been Pais' father to Dada in nearly a decade. My son's incomprehensible words and actions do not begin now, and he “understands” that the wisdom given to him by God does not extend to the understanding of ordinary people.

"Count Vallenna's family has been talking about wings these days."

It was merely confirmation.

But that doesn't mean it's irrelevant.

"Yeah. I looked into that, and you still think it's due to the power of the man who names that" futuristic wizard ”"

"Ho."

Pais talks about the results of his own research.

Regarding this time, the words "self-weight, reluctance, etc." are discarded as raw waste. [Avian Servant] and others were also used until they took the risk of exposure, and efforts were made to collect information. Of course, [instantaneous movement] is all over the use.

In the Wang capital, he loaded the mercenaries with gold coins, in the territory of Ratesh, he let the sailors flicker the prestige of the Mortairn family, and in the territory of Count Vallenna, he used [transcription] to become others and sneak in, and even fly bird's eye all over the country. I can do whatever I want.

Casserole, who is assumed to have collected normal information, has not yet noticed his son's flirtatious mess.

To the extent that I am happy to narrow my eyes to the excellence of my son, who has gathered quite a bit of information in a short time.

"He's lying that the future can be predicted, and he's actually centering several prophecies. You think those who hear rumors are coming to visit to see the future with a lot of money"

The leap forward in the Count Vallenna family and the reasons for the good feathering. It was still one attributed to the man in the example. It's solid information, corroborated by Pais' research.

For the purpose of the man's magic and doings, there is also an investigation into the fact that the rich favorite is approaching the point of interest.

The rich with loose wallets gather together. I don't insult Count Vallenna because there are extra locks in the house, and sometimes the story of the next one can be surprisingly big business.

"I see. But rumors alone don't tell if it's true. Isn't prophecy winning more than there are people who actually pile up a lot of money?

"It seems that there are those who believe. I looked into something called the actual prophecy."

Casserole didn't actually see the Zodsby figure, nor did he know the [futuristic] prophecy and doings.

He says there is not one person who visits his people and actually gives them a lot of money.

Originally in this world, I am definitely inclined to look at magic. Casserole has benefited plenty from it. I understand the usefulness of magic, the absoluteness more than anyone else.

That's why I feel like if there's something so appealing to people, maybe it's real magic. It can be described as a thought unique to a living god kingdom man.

Is there really something [futuristic]? What kind of magic is it hustling about? How much truth does what you are insisting on contain?

Of course, Pais hasn't checked the area, and he's searching for details without a clue.

"What kind of stuff?

"Last summer, for example, the Viscount Rune's maid said," There will be a scourge of the Red Beast. There will be a further blue calamity before the Holy Seven. When two misfortunes go by, we get a new encounter. "

I don't know what you're talking about.

Caserol is a soldier. It is common sense that the military is fundamental to clarifying the chain of command, and that the matters communicated should be concise and clear. At least that's how you learn in boarding cadets schools and so on, and if you get in action, it naturally does.

When life is at stake, and every second of every fight, there's no room for long, noble, vague rhetoric.

Therefore, military personnel begin to prefer to speak clearly.

Even if you behave like an aristocrat in a social setting, it's different from the emotions of good and evil.

What I want to say is clear and easy to understand. From such values, it seems that the contents of the prophecy and things are located opposite the poles.

I can't possibly understand what the hell you're trying to say without a commentary.

"And after this prophecy, the family of the Viscount was attacked by a bandit who didn't even look like a redhead, and on the seventh day of the following month his family's daughter nearly drowned in the sea? So it seems that the young lady believed in futuristic vision."

"I see. Then the power and the doings of prophecy are still not real?

Hmm, and Casserole raised an exclamation.

A prophecy of content like poetry, which I didn't quite understand earlier. Combine that with what Pace calls a case, and it's amazingly consistent.

A red-haired bandit is a red beast, and a blue disaster is probably an accident at sea. The casseroles flying around also understood the blue of the sea.

In the Kingdom of God, those who have territories along the sea are limited. In one way or another, there are more aristocrats with territories in the hinterland. A world not uncommon for those who spend time from birth to death without seeing the sea.

Count Vallenna's territory is also inland. Zodsby figures should probably also be from that proximity. It is not unlikely that he is a person who does not know the sea.

That if, without knowing the sea, it prophesied a disaster of the sea, it has gained knowledge besides its own knowledge. Even if prophecies are sidelined, they may have perceptions beyond intelligence. If so, can we not say that there is no fuller basis for the claim that he is a wizard?

That's what Casserole thought.

But Pace shakes his head.

"No. This stuff is not prophecy or anything. Look at this."

That said, Pace offered a single plank of wood. There's something like poetry written in black ink.

When I saw the writing habit, I knew it was Pais who wrote it. No way Pais wrote Poem, and Casserole seemed surprised to see the content.

"Yeah? 'A black visit is coming. Next to the sound of unhappiness will be the voice of a young sage'... What is this?

This is another elusive phrase that does not make sense.

Because the atmosphere is similar to that of earlier prophecies, maybe this is also prophecy? If so, what does it mean? I couldn't tell by the casserole.

"It's a prophecy I made up appropriately. And by the way, I wrote it the day I met the self-proclaimed wizard."

"So?"

"Father, don't you have an idea for a black visit? For example, visitors who have black on their clothes, their looks, their belongings."

To Pace's words, it was Casserole that surprised me.

If you are told to think back and repeat the contents of the prophecy, you will see its awesomeness step by step.

"Well... there have been a lot of visitors here lately. I think there were a few people with dark hair or black clothes. When it comes to possessions, isn't that what they all do to mourn?"

"Yeah. So what's the sound of unhappiness and the young sage?

"Do you mean Baron Ajan's obituary and your son? He was still young, but he was a lot more solid."

"What do you think, the prophecy is on, isn't it?

To Pace's words, I had to snort.

Indeed, it was the letter Pais that was written on the wooden board. Then I'm pretty sure Pais wrote this. The question is, when did you write it? Assuming it was written before Baron Ajan's obituary, this can undoubtedly be called a prophecy.

"Uhm. Did you [transcribe] the magic of prophecy?

Must be.

I can see the future. If you can predict, such superordinary powers must be magic. And if it's magic, Pais can [transcribe] it with his own magic and copy it. Because there have been real examples in the past, such as the [instantaneous movement] of the casserole and the magic of the Virgin of the Holy Land, I wonder if this is the case again.

"No. He had no indication of any use of magic. So did you when you prophesied in front of me. This prophecy purposefully arranges ambiguous words of various interpretations in a meaningful way so that they can be caught up in the aftermath."

But Pais denies Casserole's predictions.

If I toured my thoughts with Pais's pointers, I could see the meaning of what I wanted to say.

A human being is something that wants to make sense, even to something disorderly or accidental. The shape of the clouds can be seen in people, or the movements and shapes of tea (discharge) can be seen in animals. If so, do you think of a form that makes sense to yourself even in vague words?

Here's the understanding of casserole.

"I see... Is that who the prophecy is?"

"Yes."

"You're a fraud. Maybe you're right."

The word "scam" by Pais. That's what finally looks like casserole, too.

How cunning, and even casserole could have been fooled if it had been unknowingly shown. If you do, inexperienced aristocratic children and others will be easily deceived and believe in prophecy and doings.

Pais was not fooled because he himself was brilliant, but because he knew what the great prophecy of Nostradamus was and the existence of such a frigid prophecy as knowledge.

"This is what all the other prophecies looked like. Prophecies that force the right wording. Just..."

"Just?"

"I'm concerned that the prophecy directed at me had a terribly specific due date."

"Right."

Just a little. Even as far as Pace looked into it, only the prophecies emanating from him were of a different colour.

The prophecy of this hand, ambiguity is important. In particular, the specific deadlines are awkward. Whether you want to write a date or time, it should be a prophecy for a long span of years ahead.

Show it separated by a few days. It's really unnatural.

Perhaps you would like to emphasise that you are using magic, but it would be counterproductive if the contents of the prophecy did not actually occur.

This means that I am confident that the prophecy will “surely happen”.

It would be interesting if this was the late one using magic, but it is clear as earlier that he is not a wizard.

Then the aim is one.

"If those who speak Australian when they see the future tried to fulfill the prophecy... the easiest thing would be to fulfill the contents of the prophecy themselves"

"That's right. You reproduce your words yourself, so you're sure to hit it."

I raise my right hand, prophesy it, raise my right hand. I can't really call this a prophecy, but in the sense that the future will happen as I said, it's not wrong either.

Then here's the aim again. I'm going to make my prophecy come true.

I guess Pais wasn't wrong to intuit that this was their trump card.

"I am particularly concerned about the water disaster...... There are only a limited number of places with water in Mortairn territory."

Mortarn territory is originally water scarce. There are no naturally flowing rivers, and there is little rain. At least there's no sign of it coming down in the last few days.

Then there are a limited number of places with water. Wells in villages, mountain reservoirs, groundwaterways that draw water from reservoirs, and waterways that flow through the ground. Is this the place? One of them would be the watering of each household, but this is outside the Mortairn family.

Assuming there is an accident, is the reservoir the most dangerous?

There's tons of water accumulating over there, and if it's decisive, everything downstream could be flushed.

"You've never been on guard."

"... I have an idea."

"Hmm?"

Pais' face was a face that came up with something evil.