Sweet Reincarnation

Praetorio-Hazbunova-Mil-Kadrecek Duke. A working man with a blood muscle that leads to the royal family and who inherited the title from his predecessor's father. Currently, the central army is deposited in the form of a succession of positions.

A raw military aristocrat who takes over the military reforms advanced by his predecessors and moves towards strengthening the national army.

In his position of many authorities involved in the army, many human beings visit him every day. Today and today, one nobleman came to Praetorio's room.

"My lord."

"Oh, sir. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you a little bit. It depends on what you ask. I'm sorry to have stopped you, but could you please give me some time?"

The Duke of Kadreček looks at his men's faces and holds hands. I inserted the pen I had so far into the ink kettle and recommended the chair.

"Well, sit down."

"Ha, excuse me"

The recommended chair is a luxuriously decorated first class item. A luxurious construction of uninhabited (diapers) made from slow-growing solid trees is carved with many curves from the heavenly side of the back to the toe of the foot. The bigger you can scrape out one chair, the tougher it is for people to sit down, the older the tree will be, but most of the trees that age get pine (su) due to insects and illness over the years. In other words, at the stage of obtaining the material, it is highly rare. If it were luxury wood without any defects, it would not be available in the middle even if it was loaded with gold, and it was also an easy implication of power to understand.

A sofa for one person may be more appropriate for the design, but the area where a person's body touches is covered with a glossy cloth like a velour, and of course it is packed with special materials, making it fuzzy to sit on. If it were to be the top nobleman's room in the army, it would mean that everything was top notch in conditioning.

"So, what is consultation"

After about a few minutes of proper chatter, the Duke, in large part, cut it out. It is characteristic of the military family that they prefer to speak in a straightforward manner.

"It's about the situation these days."

"Situation?"

"Yes, as you are well aware, there was a rapprochement with the Kingdom of Siri."

"Sort of."

The story, or the Duke, smiles slightly.

Because it was a story that suddenly came down one day and sprung up, the Duke himself was not sufficiently rooted. More than usual, there are many that come to complain in this matter.

"That story, as far as we're concerned, wasn't a bit funny."

"Hmm, I know what you're gonna say."

It was only the other day that our neighbour, the Kingdom of Siri, and the Duke's fatherland, the Kingdom of God, reached an agreement by conducting diplomatic negotiations that separated them from each other about the war. Generally it was said to be harmonious negotiations and peace negotiations, etc., but from the perspective of the Divine Kingdom people it is close to a declaration of victory.

The fact that the two countries made the majority of the old Lutroot Border Berg territory won in the war recognise it as a new territory of the Kingdom of God, as well as the fact that the cause of the war was in the repeated acts of provocation of the exterminated Lutroot family. That I have officially used the wording of my apology as Kingdom of Siri. the combined payment of compensation; These are the benefits that the Kingdom of God has earned.

Would it be advantageous for the Kingdom of Siri, as a country, to have obtained a commitment to stop further armed clashes in the future and not to be encroached on any more territory?

Whoever saw it unilaterally, under favorable conditions of the Kingdom of God, stopped the acts of war. No matter how manipulative the vocalists from all over the world have been, it will certainly be judged a victory for the Kingdom of God.

The fruit of this glorious diplomatic negotiation is where, as a person in the Kingdom of God, I rejoice in letting go. But a human being is an emotional creature, and the factional mechanics of an aristocratic society is not so simple.

This harmony. The division between the Kingdom of Siri and the Kingdom of God made it in the interest of the Kingdom of God. But if we confined ourselves to the Kingdom of God, this was also the result of the break-up between the winner and the loser.

For example, the foreign affairs faction, which deals mainly with diplomacy, is the loser who has monopolized the achievements in their own unrelated parts, and the internal affairs faction, which is responsible for internal affairs and enjoys the fruits of peace most, is the winner. And unexpectedly, he is a loser, except for some of the military valves in charge of the military.

At first glance, it seems triumphant as a military faction because it won military success, but where it doesn't, it's an incredible aristocratic society.

Humans who hunted delicious prey and got their share will be good. For example, many of the eastern valves with territories in the eastern part of the Kingdom of God, bordering directly on the Kingdom of Siri, were delighted with the extraordinary income that sprang up depositing on direct rewards and increases. The southern valves also participated as reinforcements and are satisfied that they received their share.

But the central national army and the northern and western nobles had absolutely no place to gain. You can say no.

I didn't get a territory, I didn't have a monarch, but to what extent a person with a strong edge of precision was blessed with a threshold. The vast majority of humans have done nothing to benefit them.

A human being is a strange thing, whether it's a positive or negative zero state, that is, a situation where you're not losing any money, and when you're gaining around, you feel like you've lost money. The dissatisfaction that they said they were in the same military valley, but some gained and they got nothing. You would also think it's selfish from a third party, but it's serious from a party.

Human beings, especially in the National Army, are highly dissatisfied in this case. At the request of the Fuberleks, they were scattered and rushed to prepare reinforcements, and now the battle is over. Although I was scattered and rushed upstairs, I feel like I was easily removed from the ladder.

The loss of being made to struggle only and that was hard work is hard to exhaust to the brush tongue. Southern countries, including the Ratesh family, benefited from reinforcements, but national army officials cannot wipe away the perception that they would have benefited if they had.

This is what my men call “uninteresting”.

By the way, the Duke of Kadreček family took advantage of the position of putting the military family together, making new titles discrepancies convenient, etc., and moistened the side by getting profits from the eastern and southern valves. There can't be dissatisfaction. However, it is also true that if we saw the entire national army, many of them were dissatisfied.

As a man in a position of domination, I have a headache.

Plus, there's the future.

Military personnel are the direct bearers of security while at the same time preparing for emergencies. Their existential significance only shines in an emergency.

The strongest being required is, needless to say, the time of battle.

When this is a peaceful time when there is no battle, it is disarmament that is screamed out. Even looking at the history of the planet, as soon as it became peaceful, military personnel were called out about their luggage for nothing. It would be a good example, such as the fact that the ancient Roman Augustus carried out great disarmament as soon as he defeated his accomplices. The analogy is so rotten that it looks at the history of the world.

Being a soldier, I feel a headwind in my skin towards myself that can be born in harmony.

The Duke of Kadreček understood much of what his men wanted to say.

"If you ask me, as far as harmony is concerned, and no, as far as the Battle between the Lutrut and the Huberleks was concerned before that, the Mortairns were heavily involved,"

"That's what I hear"

The Kadreček family is associated with the Mortairn family through the daughter-in-law of their son-in-law. I'm more familiar with his house than the crowd when it comes to getting involved, just so I can get more details out of it.

What the Kadreček family is hearing is extremely high information of certainty, not rumors.

"... a little, isn't it too conspicuous?

"Yeah?"

To his men's words, the Duke smells a suspicious atmosphere.

"The Mortairn family is a family of warriors whose neck hunters were excited in a generation. I'm comfortable on the front line and I'm just about to understand what it feels like to rely on it to stick around. But will it be for the Mortairns, and hence the Duke?"

"What is the Lord trying to say?"

My men will continue to speak without fear to the Duke, who is willing to defame me or accept anything like false accusations.

"I fear that making more visible moves to the Mortairn family than now could lead to unnecessary conspiracies. Specifically, from around the external valves. It is also possible that you have already made such a move. And unwillingly, there may be something in tune among the military."

"Right. I don't think so, either."

It is common for a conspicuous pile to be struck. Not to mention, in the midst of growing jealousy and dissatisfaction, it wouldn't be a busy thing if there was a house that worked more flashly than anywhere else to monopolize the handle.

If dissatisfaction were to erupt, if malice were directed solely against the Mortairn family, the Kadreček family, of which they are related, would not be able to remain in other personnel. My men's worries are not usually out-of-the-box.

"The Mortaire family is a military family. Let's be one of us. I fear that exposing those who have merit to malice will have undesirable consequences. Will Your Excellency understand?"

"... I'm talking about Sir. I didn't just come here to brag about the other house. Do you have an idea?

The Duke laughed lightly.

Something jealous of the Mortairn family. Because you know that includes the men in front of you.

You look kind, you seem to be worried about the Mortairns, but that can't be all. There's got to be some idea behind it.

Miraculously, I disguise myself as the wind worrying that the Mortairn family is setting too many handles and is likely to intervene elsewhere. If you want to receive it on par, you can't lead a party in an aristocratic society.

But it was understandable that, as it stands, what would only be better to strike a hand. Incompetence, which has no handles from day to day, is also a source of concern, but it is also a source of concern that it is too competent to monopolize the handles and fame. Everything has to pass, but as it were.

Your words if you can solve your problems without contaminating your own hands. What plot did you bring? Speaking of no expectations makes me lie.

"I think we should stab the nails to keep the Mortairn family out of the front line any longer"

"Yeah? Baron Mortairn keeps a team of central armies under us in the first place. Besides, Mortarn territory is on the brink. Frontiers bordering neighbouring countries. It would be impossible to say not to be on the front line, the role of your home more than it was."

Since the earlier wars, the Mortairns were drawn because of the strength and track record of being entrusted to the front lines. Sometimes it was a land no one wanted, and I worshipped Mortairn territory. Since then, we have confronted our neighbours across the mountain range, and when it comes to the front line, the territory itself is the front line.

"I know that. But we have one of our best hands, whether it means anonymity from the others or stabbing a nail to keep it out of the front line."

"Well, you should say it"

"... I was wondering if you would like to invite the son of the Mortairn family to the Wang capital, specifically the boarding officer school"

"You got that talent?!?

The Duke was surprised by his subordinates' proposal.

I've heard so much about Pastry, a heretic child of the Mortairn family, that he doesn't like himself, and I've actually seen one end of his prowess.

Age 10 So, I have already done battle many times, and I have also shown enough track record to lead a single army. Now what do you want to learn in school?

"Yes. Then everything that was the human lord of the Mortairn family will be in the king's capital. It's a good idea to shelter yourself from the elephants, and you don't have to dare to make them stand on the front lines."

"But shall I have a teacher who can teach that boy? Even I'm not likely to be able to teach and guide that. I'd rather beg to teach."

There is a certain number of people in the world called geniuses, but Praetorio believes that the son of the Mortern family is undoubtedly one of them. My son Sucrolle and others seem to be more intimate, but just the information that can be heard leaking from it is enough to deepen the Duke's confidence.

They push back the great army with small, they wield the great adults and give them a great deal of money, they enrich the territory with the rarest treats in the world? Achievements have shown that it is a delicacy that excels in literature.

A heretic child with combined talent and track record. What is there to learn from school now?

Instead, Praetorio thinks until he wants to beg for various teachings if his position permits.

"... shouldn't I beg"

"What does that mean?

"An outsider with extensive experience in action and an irreplaceable talent for the rest of us. You won't call me a student."

In the words of his men, the duke also had a pin to come.

"Invite me as a teacher, you mean?

"Master Left. If you do, the Mortairn children will be able to use their talents, which will have a positive impact on the young people who are responsible for the next generation."

What came to Praetorio's mind was his own child. Or a relative's offspring. If those who are still immature ever catch a glimpse of genius, there must be something to gain.

Surprisingly, it seems like an interesting suggestion.

"Well... I understand Sir's point very well. Let's consider it."

"Ha."

His men bowed their heads and left the room.

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"What's the end?

"I was wondering if it worked."

"Right. You did good."

Earl Cowenbar laughed. It is a heavy town of foreign affairs valves, and in the earlier harmony, a person who felt remorse for having negotiated over his head. The Duke of Kadreček is a complex relationship: an alliance that sometimes joins hands and a political enemy that sometimes engages in darkness.

"As a precaution to His Eminence the Duke later... now, do not let the Mortairn family retrieve you from your territory"

"My Lord Left."

"He is also separated from his best men and entrusted with unfamiliar tasks while no one to assist him. For the time being, let's be adults."

"If his boy is good, he will be"

We're mad at ourselves. Or, if you're angry, make it seem far-fetched. A smart person should be able to read the thoughts and warnings behind human resources that can be considered unusual.

Count Cowenbar, in a sense, values pastries above anyone else. If he's a boy as rumored, he'll notice his intentions.

On top of that, are we hostile to ourselves? Or do you spend as much time as you've been warned?

According to Count Cowenbar's reading, it's the latter. Pastry's previous battle results, which at first glance look belligerent. However, from my experience of working in foreign affairs for many years and observing many human beings, I can expect to grow up first. Because the type of territorial nobility who values reason and home affairs does not like unnecessary strife.

Mercenaries Without the peculiar circumstances of the Mortairn family, who have been making disputed money, and the circumstances of their fate, they would have focused heavily on the development of their territory. Count Cowenbar analyzed that the bulk of his achievements in recent years have resulted from his help to other houses.

Then this invitation as a teacher should also be carried out as an official function unless there are “circumstances”.

"Hehe, if you can do it, you want me to mass produce good people. For our sake."

The boarding cadet school is factionally located in a kind of neutral zone. Because all noble children may be enrolled in school, because if they are poorly colored by factions, they will be the source of unwanted politics.

Basically, it tends to seem to be deeply connected to the military family valves because it is a training facility for military personnel, but there is no factional difference in this respect, since in the Kingdom of God he is a knight without exception to nobility.

Foreign affairs valves are involved in classes that teach foreign situations and other findings, and internal affairs valves are involved, starting with school accounting. Each of the regional and court valves funds it, and the royal family is involved in the operation, and the operating reality is complicated and strange. Instead of having no colour, should I say that it is too mixed to know what colour it is?

The principals' seats come around from factional mechanics, but the current principals are seated by officials of the foreign affairs valves. In other words, we are in a situation where it is easy for Count Cowenbar to exercise his influence.

Essentially, boarding officers schools are facilities for developing human resources. As things stand, if the Foreign Affairs Valve can exercise stronger influence, that is, at a time when we can secure a lot of graduates, and get more good people, it would be a really gratifying story for the Count.

If you want to set a hand, why don't you let him stand in his own garden, in his own useful way?

Count Cowenbar laughed in a good mood that his plan was going well.