Sweet Reincarnation

Morning starts with carelessness.

At least for Count Vallenna.

There have been a lot of social opportunities here lately, often welcoming guests late at night. If the night is long, the short morning is the natural dish. The reason of the human body.

If this is a problem, it should be improved, but fortunately, I can't quit because this socialization is tied to the interests of the house.

The Count Vallenna family, albeit noble, is not a house that has distinguished itself and achieved merit. In the martial name, the Kadreček family and other military family valves favor as much width as possible, and the regional valves with geographic fringes are each held by the Fourth Uncle with disappointment.

In service valves such as internal and external valves, useless people like yourself are not very welcome.

Though it is the rank that is high, it is the presence of a thin presence. That was Count Vallenna's house.

That has been the focus of the conversation for some time now. The welcome of an amazing wizard is ushering in a time of leap in the house. That's what I was feeling.

There is nothing compared to the profits and praise gained, such as the busyness of the night. Seems so.

But that's hard to do with morning sloppiness and sleep.

I have to do my job while I kill my raw yawn.

Well, what's your job today, Count Vallenna, who entered the office.

At first, it's the sort of person who wants to see you.

There has been a considerable increase in the number of people who wish to see each other in recent years. If you prioritize, you can't get away with it.

Blind high nobles, lords of powerful nobles, or the like. Except for the royal family, this is the top priority. Now, I had my men bring a list of who wanted to see me.

"The eldest son of the Mortairn family is coming?

I was eyeing whoever I wanted all the way through, and I had a name I was curious about.

Baron Mortairn's Son Pastry.

He is a boy who recently behaved rudely towards his beloved Zodsby. The eldest son of the Mortairn family, who gave birth to the right to sugar and made the territory look like a collection dish. It was uncomfortable to have been denigrated a wizard who was never a good opponent by treating him coarsely, but who, to be honest, was also an important treasure of his own.

"Yes. We also want to meet with Master Zodsby. Let's do it."

"Phew, Lord Zodsby's [futuristic view] is still great. I guess I expected this to happen."

"Ha."

However, the discomfort also diminished somewhat due to the fact that I had asked to see him in this way.

His great wizard looks to the future. Perhaps the exchange that was offensive earlier was also something I dared to do because I foresaw coming out of the other side this way.

Something was at the end of a great course of history. If that is the case, even if the child speaks up with some noise and states something that is not clear on the contrary, it should be seen with warm eyes as an adult measure.

"I don't mind. If you're coming from the other side, there's no reason to refuse."

"Understood."

The Count quickly adjusted the date and time of the visit to inform the Mortairn family of a convenient date and time.

And three days later, a pastry came to the Count's house. On the side, the famous "Peeker" samurai. If you are also a subordinate of the abdominal heart, it will not be a half-breed requirement.

Pais himself, is a perfectly soggy breeze, a faint appearance. If you look sad, you have such an atmosphere as a sad beautiful man. Very, I didn't think he was the same person who was on fire the other day.

"Count Vallenna. We're out of time."

Pais says hello. Really polite standing behavior with no minute gap. I guess I was fairly well educated.

"Welcome, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I'm so glad you're going to be on your feet so many times soon."

"I'm glad to see your face, too."

Let's start with the social dictionary. How many times have we looked at each other? I've been face-to-face with him twice even very recently, so maybe I can say familiar face.

Show the boy to the chair in the reception room and let him sit. I also prepare tea for once. Minimum courtesy is needed to welcome the nobility, even if only in form. Behind the boy, Shiites stands because of the escort.

"Um. So, what can I do for you today?

This time I will cut the point out of the Count.

I dared to set aside time to meet with so many people who wanted to see me. You can't squander it with worthless public discourse either.

Actually, I'd like to apologize to Lord Zodsby.

"Apologize?"

"I made a statement the other day that doubted Lord Zodsby's help, and it made me quite uncomfortable to say goodbye. Since then, as Lord Zodsby predicted, it's up to you to embarrass yourself."

Pais' offer delighted Count Vallenna.

Yes, Master Zodsby's magic is still great. Count to renew that thought.

A delicacy that would carry wealth to Count Vallenna and support the upcoming leap forward. Even if you are asked for a lot of money to produce and sell sugar confectionery, it is an upfront investment. Big wealth calling waters to come.

Admit the spirit-like figure who carries blessings. Together we honor a common figure. If we are going to try to coexist with the Mortairns, this must still be the case.

If you want to apologize, I'll take it. There is nothing to worry about, as the inclusiveness of the predecessors, as the leeway for the elderly, shouldn't we forgive them?

Count Vallenna nodded, yeah.

"Hmm, well. If that's the case, I'll bring him in."

"Yes, please"

A subordinate, instructed by the Count, leaves the reception room.

It was Zodsby who was brought in.

I still clouded my expression as soon as I saw Pais to see if there was an age-appropriate younger part.

Of course, I tried to fix the look right away, but there's no way Pais would miss it.

Quickly he smiled at the "self-proclaimed wizard”.

Long time no see, Lord Zodsby.

It is a truly frigid smile. The other day, a person who was so emotionally distracted that he was smiling at the party.

It is human to think that what you do should be done by people as well. Pace's smile appeared preferably to the Count, but to Zodsby it looked like something he might not have been able to handle hiding the truth.

"... I want to apologize, though?

Scattered anxiety in the chest. The fear that comes from not being able to foresee the thoughts behind Pace's smile.

Zodsby pushes and kills such emotions while twisting Pais with a dignified attitude.

Don't let the Count, an important and important sponsor, doubt you. I managed to do well the other day, but here the younger boy scratches me around again and I'm no match for him.

I can't even be licked, so I exhort myself to continue the conversation in order to gain a spiritual advantage.

For once, I have heard an outline of what happened when someone came to pastry. I had a feeling you might have reviewed yourself because it was about wanting to apologize.

But still, I still don't know why Pais smiles.

"Yeah. Actually, there was an“ accident ”in our reservoir the other day. My ladies were lumpily angry at me about that. I feel this must be what Lord Zodsby said, and I want you to enjoy the last prophecy, how to prevent the scourge of the sword, and it depends on how you ask."

"Hmm, I see"

Nodding Zodsby, with a transverse attitude. In my heart, okay, and the momentum to hold my fist in. He struck his opponent, known as the hero of the war, with a hand like a bet. In case there was one here, I almost had to throw everything away and run away.

I am satisfied that it is unfolding as I wish.

"Then let me tell you and move on. In the first place, disaster is created by passing greed. If you buy greed and resentment unnecessarily, you have bad luck."

"I see."

"Abandon greed, treat people honestly, believe in destiny and act, and things will all work out"

The Count even seems impressed by Zodsby's words.

I've been studying this kind of language for the past few years. An attitude of uttering words in a heavy manner is a thing that went to the hall.

"What exactly should I do?"

The merit of the act, or the boy has been questioning me with sadness.

Pretending to think just a little bit, Zodsby spins his chosen words.

"For the Mortairn family, it would be sugar that would produce wealth. Share it with Count Vallenna, who will be here, and you will be able to leave the calamity."

This is it. I want to say this word, but I've done everything I can to help.

Sugar, also said to be equivalent to silver coins in a spoon. I lump it in, and I also hear rumors that it produces on its own territory. Give yourself a pile of gold coins. Keep going where you want to say that, and only proceed without breaking the shape of Count Vallenna's help in conducting the business.

Seeing the boy snorting frequently, Zodsby was convinced that things were going well.

"Hmm. Very well understood."

"You seem to understand. Then you should quickly pack the details with His Excellency the Count"

"No, what I understand is that I still can't follow you."

"What!?

But Zodsby changes his complexion to Pace's words.

It's been going well so far, and I'm flabbergasted about what I'm going to say.

"Didn't you come to apologize!!

Yes, I'm here to apologize. I'm only a superior, I have to negotiate in a superior position.

The self-proclaimed wizard yells at the boy as he tells himself.

"I know the facts that doubted your power and offended you. And with your prophetic incident at home, I found out my uncertainty. So I wanted to apologize to you."

After all, my battered hands are working effectively. Then this is a push. As for Zodsby, I can't pull this place off.

"Then follow my word!!

Dan, and the sound of a chair slamming the ground. Zodsby's sitting chair collapsed to gain momentum.

The eyes of a boy who sees such a self-proclaimed wizard are chilling. Earlier smiles are no longer visible.

"I don't want you to get me wrong. I'm not ashamed of the fact that I offended you, and I didn't say it was a mistake. When I say I don't know who I am, I mean that I didn't know in advance that there were people like you who couldn't help themselves. An apology to you is about the future scourge of the sword. I'm sorry, but I have to cross swords with you."

"Become!!

This is where I realize that the boy's purpose is to harm himself.

Men don't have sword arms or anything. I never learned the art of fighting, and even if I had, I wouldn't think of fighting against the Martial Named Mortaire family.

I scratch my feet trying desperately to defeat the boy while creating a grumpy escape posture.

"If you do that, there will be even more disaster!!

"It's about that, actually, it was supposed to be interesting. As we looked around the water field“ more carefully than usual, "a few suspicious people were caught. It looks like he was trying to make the embankment decimate, capture them all and punish them as they deserve. Apparently, they were instructed by you."

"Cod out!!

It's true.

That's why I thought earlier that Pastry came to apologize.

If the obvious water disaster in anyone's eyes happened on the specified date, the Mortairn family, who doubted the prophecy, should also become their own followers. The Count of Patron will also become more trustworthy. That's what I thought.

It was a bet. And apparently, he lost it.

"At that time, I was also at the forefront, worried about my wife, sister, and mother. Especially my wife gave me a novel. All of this would be an end to“ prophecy ”. And here we are, pulling out our swords is what we think is in the prophecy."

"Yes, yes. Prophecies."

Next to Pais, Shiitz hangs his hand on the sword. There is a mockery on my face. This kind of place, where stress can be relieved, is where the blood boils and flesh leaps, even as Shiites.

"Fuck."

I was finally trying to escape, Zodsby.

But there were those who held it back.

"Wait, wait, Lord Mortairn"

Count Vallenna. Seeing the Earl going in between, Zodsby also cools his head rapidly.

I realized I wasn't finished yet. At least the bill for entitlement from the Mortairn family disappeared, but not yet. The trust of the dear Count has not yet vanished. I noticed that.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Suddenly I'm confused too, but is it true that I've just been fashioned"

"Yes, I swear to God, it's true"

"But I have seen the scene of Lord Zodsby centering the prophecy many times. I don't think that power is false."

"Ho."

Yes, the Count does not know the tease of prophecy. In addition, I have only seen the fact that the prophecies of the Mortairn family were also centered. Humans are made to focus on convenient things. Consider the inconvenience a mistake of some kind. It's a movement of the mind called cognitive dissonance.

The Mortairn family is famous for its ancient strength in the war. Though Zodsby's prophecy was good, he felt threatened and thought he might be trying to make it up.

If the prophecy is a watershed argument that it hasn't hit, I trust Zodsby more than the unreliable Mortairn family. As Count, it was a natural choice.

"From my point of view, it also looks like your house is falling into the throne of Lord Zodsby, sparing the right to sugar. Regardless, I don't even think the Takemen high Mortairn family would do such an imitation, but please wait here until we have clear evidence."

"Is that clear evidence"

"Yes. Until we know if the power of prophecy is what Sir says it is..."

Even as an Earl, it was a cut I thought was a little.

But I'm going to believe you because I've trusted you so far, and if you can take a long time to deepen your friendship, you can even think that Zodsby's power is real.

I want you to change the venue. That was all the Count demanded.

"Then let's be clear on this occasion"

"Yes?"

But Pace shakes his neck to the side.

Are you going to kill Zodsby no matter what? The Count also began to worry seriously about what he should do.

"I can show you the" true prophecy ”on this occasion. It's this man's M.O. to wind up wound up in vague words that can be interpreted in any way. If not, the incense of making prophecies come true on your own. This stuff is not prophecy."

"Oh my God."

"Let me introduce the true prophet to His Excellency the Count."

"Huh?"

But, hey, there's something wrong with the way things are going.

The boy in front of him said he would show his true prophecy.

From the former, he is an Earl who believes wholeheartedly in something called prophecy. It was believable that there was something truly prophetic, and if you could show it to me, you didn't even wish it.

I want you to tell me such a prophet. It was true without a multiplier.

Pais turned a nice smile to such an Earl.

"It is the prophet who is here. A true prophet with a thousand miles of divine eyes and aliases, and magic that also foresees the future. It's Shiites-Beatwin."

Shiitz, who was introduced, looked annoying besides things.