Sweet Reincarnation

Mortaire Territorial Thursden.

It's a long time ago, Pace's holiday. The Lords proxy boy was encouraging him to make sweets with his beloved wife.

A kitchen full of sweet smells. It is more than a date, but it is also an important ritual in the sense of spousal discourse.

Especially lately, I had a sense that I was making them feel lonely, so if I was on a corner break, I would have fulfilled my wife's wish to stay without water for the couple.

"Oh, did that happen?"

Liquorice heard about the earlier attempted fraud and leaked her simple thoughts.

It is surprising that the story of when I was taken led to such a big story.

"Your Excellency the Count has received a polite apology. I don't know if it's a compensation or a gratuity, but the gold coins are just as good."

Around the corner, where the gold coins are clear, there is also a laugh in Pace. No back, a real smile that only shows the family.

"I see. So this is how you make sweets."

"Yeah. It's been a long time since I've been able to work on sweets without threading money. I have to thank that cheater."

"Well."

Liquorice laughed. Near thanking the con artist, because I knew it was a joke.

In fact, the gold coins in Pace's possession are transformed into numerous fruits, plant seeds, or foreign beans or fertilizer-like objects.

I am convinced that this would have ended with a good story because my husband, who had been chased to work in these days and was stressed out, was able to scatter enough.

Of course, Liquorice also receives leisure. To the condition that it is a set of letters to be sent to my brother or sister, a seedling of flowers to be planted in a flower bed made in the garden by my hobby, or a new jewelry item. She's her, too, messing around with all sorts of messes.

I will not waste it. Although it is a Mortairn family, it is more important to use the money correctly to turn the economy around, and I made a huge consumption to show it.

Thanks to this, the Chambers of Commerce, which have not previously come to Mortarn territory, will also be on their feet, and there may also be another growing number of Chambers of Commerce travelling to and from Mortarn territory.

"But I didn't know Mr. Shiites could use such amazing magic."

"Awesome magic?

Pace looked at Liquorice wondering what it was about.

Most of all, even Liquorice, who was stared at, seems to wonder. From Pais at the time, I just heard about it, so I was wondering why it's such an attitude.

You say, "Thousand Mile God-Eyes." I think it's amazing to see the future. "

A truly oblivious name. Until now, there are two widely known names: "Peeker," but in the future, the two names "Shiites of the Thousand Mile Divine Eyes (Southern God-Eyes)" may be spread.

As far as I can tell, it's enough to wonder why you've been hiding such amazing abilities.

Ability to know the future for sure. This, if used well, could get the world in hand.

Even if I can't imagine how big it was for Licorice, I found it to be somehow very convenient.

If I had known who I was in the past and who I am now happy. He could have dowry and trained a little more seriously, and he could have taken filial piety seriously.

Pais, watching as Liquorice looked like that, smiled and laughed.

"Kusu."

"Huh? Why are you laughing?

Thousands of miles of eyes. Once Shiites tried not to dispel the two dishonorable names of a peeper, a name he had named himself. It would be worthy to call it black history because of its reclining and vainly dressed and uttered taste.

If the world is the world, the epidemic disease afflicts every second-year student in middle school. It's called Middle II disease. It's very close to that, it's a past I want to hide.

I want you to imagine. I said, "I'm the Southern God-Eyes!!" and so on. If you think about what you do in public, you can't be ashamed of yourself. Not to mention the shame of being pointed out to it by others, or just the shame of being young.

But that has nothing to do with Pais. For sweets, it is this boy who makes his parents cry too.

"It's a lie to see the future."

"Huh!?

"I used Shiites' two names because they seemed to work, but I can't see the future with his magic. If you could see something like that, you wouldn't have given it two names that you didn't like."

It was a palace to say, but from Liquorice's point of view, the words are the surprise.

It should have been the Shiites prophecy shown on the spot that uncovered the deception of the self-proclaimed wizard who preached the example. I don't know what you mean, girls are often confused.

"Huh? Huh? But the Earl's choice, he knew, so he could write letters on the back of the cup, right?

Yes. It's important.

The Count himself had chosen and prophesied only in the cup he chose. That should be an untouchable fact.

"The cup with the letters on it, that was one. Indeed."

"Then..."

"But at the bottom of the teapot where I was making tea, the letters were written again in the same way. Pick the cup in the middle."

"Huh!?

"And there was a letter on the back of the Earl's chair, and even more so, me and Shiites each had a sneak parchment with a letter on it."

Pais laughs couscous.

This prank boy is so tearful. I have the vice of people enjoying surprises, as I show the magic I keep.

"Huh? I mean? Which one could you have chosen?

"That's the thing. Depending on which one the Count chooses, what he would have shown would have been different, but that is true in the sense that he could have guessed which one he chose."

Tane, it was really easy.

Write down in each of the five different places which cups you choose so that they are invisible. Naturally, change the indications one by one.

If the Count had chosen the cup at the left end, he would have instructed him to look at the bottom of the cup, and if he had chosen the middle, he would have instructed him to look at the bottom of the teapot. Whatever else you were choosing, you just have to show me the letters that prophesy the cup indicated by the Count.

If, for example, Pais were to show the prophecy he had, he would surely have been physically examined in every corner of Pais' body. I only have one, so there's no other way. Once we're done examining Pace's body, everyone will believe that prophecy was one-of-a-kind.

This is the prophecy that hits a hundred percent, Pace stretched his chest.

"Yeah, I think that's cheating"

"Right. In the end, the Count didn't realize the trick until the end. I hope you get a sense of frigidity in the prophecy itself, is that what you expect?"

"Why would you do that? Didn't you have to go that far?

If I told you I was going to show you a prophecy, and it wasn't a prophecy, wouldn't what I'm doing be different from the self-proclaimed wizard in the example?

The question of Liquorice is natural.

'Cause we might hit a 20% chance, and if we couldn't appeal to "we could do the same thing" at that time, it wouldn't have been a battle.

"What if they noticed?

"That's when it happened."

I respond oddly when I come to the occasion. Ad hoc is the pinnacle of Pais.

Things If sweets are involved, there can be no forgiveness for them, Pace says.

Should I be stunned or impressed with my own husband?

As a liquorice, I felt indescribable, but it also quickly dissolves. Because of the smell of the sweets baking.

"Come on, you're burned"

Pais takes the iron plate out of the oven.

The look of Pais with pot-grabbing mittens looks younger than his age with a set of round hands and Nico's smile.

"This is baked sweets, right?

"Yeah, but it's not just baked sweets."

"What do you mean?

"By the way, there is a lottery in this case."

"Omi Lottery?

Liquorice raised a question mark on a word she could not hear.

"Uh, it's fortune telling. It contains divinatory results about your fortune and future. I call it a fortune cookie."

"Awesome!!

Fortune cookies are one of the baked treats originally born in Japan and spread in the United States. The confectionery itself is only a cookie, but when it comes to characteristics, it must be wrapped in cookie fabric with a short message.

There are many things written, but the fact that fortune (fortune) was originally written made it known as fortune (fortune) cookies.

"Did Mr. Pais think about the contents of the Omi Lottery?

"No, I let the Shiites do it because it's a corner."

"Really?

Shiites, who got more extra work, was a huge blur, but Pais has also spoken out somewhat about what's written.

"In the future, rumors may spread that Shiites“ can predict the future. But then you might get bored when you have to. "

"Right."

"But if it's in the form of Omi lottery, it doesn't even come out that way. I could double my confectionery sales while using two names and reputation in Shiites. It's worth it."

"If the treats are delicious too, do you get three wins at a time?

"Rico says good things, too."

"Hehe."

Liquorice has been stained mostly by the Mortairn family, too. A few things no longer surprise me, and I'm always starting to think about the interests of the house.

If you grow your guts thick like this, you'll be like Anise, the strongest woman in the Mortairn family. Whether to rejoice or grieve would be a troubling place to paice.

"So, it's a corner, and you want to divine one?

"Right. Then take this."

Liquorice with crisp fabric. There is a small piece of cloth with lottery written inside, so pull it out and read the letters it says.

"Round in the house? Good luck if we get along as a couple. A treat is the lucky item? It says"

"Well, I see you've got an idea, that sounds like it."

"What kind of hit did Mr. Pais?

Liquorice drew attention to it. Rather than that, the person writing is the person in the house, starting with Shiites, so I guess I'm writing something familiar. It may seem natural.

Pace also removes cloth cuts from his chosen cookies.

"Is this the letter... Nicolo? You'll be in big trouble in the future. Especially with women's troubles? Damn, why are you doing this?"

"... it's a hit, isn't it?"

Liquorice sweeps around the edge of Pais's wrist.

Pais' love of trouble is not something that has just begun, and based on that, there could be female trouble.

As a wife's position, female trouble is something that cannot be ignored inside.

"It's okay. This is called hitting or gossiping, not hitting or gossiping. It might come off."

"Really?"

Liquorice staring at Pais.

Pace looked at it and sighed haha.

"Maybe that guy had a fortune-teller talent, too. It may have been a mistake to be a woman in distress..."

Liquorice kept her mouth shut.

Because I didn't think there was going to be any need for Pace to make a commotion.

It was only then that the contents of the fortune were found to have hit.