Sweet Reincarnation

"Long time no see, Pais. Breathless appearance, relieved."

"I'm delighted that your father hasn't changed."

"Will everyone else be the same?

"Yep. Nobody's sick at all...... no, it's not particularly the same except Shiites had a mild cold during this time and is doing fine"

Exchanging parent-child greetings is Mortairn Parent-child. Baron Casserole-Mill-Mortellen, Captain of the Second Battalion of the Central Army, and his son Pastry.

I usually can do with a lighter greeting, but this time I'm giving a tough greeting because the place is the place. In short, there are people's eyes.

A squad yard in the royal castle.

The royal castle in the heart of the Wang capital is correspondingly large in site area alone and at times houses a variety of facilities due to the assumption of a cage castle. Numerous wells in orchards, fields, medical facilities, living spaces, and, of course, military facilities.

It is so that it can be caged in thousands, in tens of thousands, and there are dormitories and canteens to wake up in. It's like having one self-sufficient town.

And most importantly, training equipment. Don't forget this place.

The thing called the human body fades as soon as it is lazy. If you work out from day to day, you won't be able to use it at times of need. It's impossible for a royal castle to get caught up in a war, but it's also not a good thing to live in relaxation. Not to mention because it is considered elite to put it in the royal castle.

In the Kingdom of God, the ordinary work of central military personnel can be called training. The sight of the city is like a break.

Running in, marching, field training, simulation exercises, etc. requires a wide area for army training. A squad yard is a facility for that purpose. No, is it more land than an institution? It's just a vacant lot. It's called a garrison. Simply to say that no one but the military will lean on it.

If you look at the uneven ground that is not even grasshopping, but does not even grow peppergrass, you can see how often this practice field is used. Someone is always falling in because each unit of the Central Army, restructured into the Eight Squads, uses it to match places.

Mutsa painful, a space stained with sweat, revulsion and anger. It is a special zone with no colour.

If you ask why you are exchanging parent-child greetings in such a place, it is because Pais was summoned to the king's capital.

A subpoena deliberately delivered to Pais by a senior official in the Wang capital. Pais responded to the summons after sensing the summons beforehand by means of an information network using merchants, cleaning up the jobs in the various territories and developing the system, and struggling to manage to turn around just occasionally with a face. It was the men who ate the portion. I wonder if it's sad, the nature (s) are bad because the faces that are used to the unscrupulous gestures of Pais will manage to do so.

It is obvious that this summons is far from good intentions, given that it would have been terribly confusing if it had been said suddenly.

Pais is not succeeding to the title otherwise, stateless. There was no obligation to respond to the summons, and I could say no, but Pais, who felt what was the only action, responded to the summons to find out what was going on. If you go into a tiger hole, you don't get a tiger child, and if you don't go to the source, you can't grasp the full content of the plot. It's a push through shape.

"Have you heard about the summons?

"Yes."

"Then good. I am also surprised by the abrupt story, but if the Duke of Kadrecek and the Earl of Kowenbar tell me for sure, I would not wish to take it with pleasure. I've been pushed from a few other houses. Is everything okay in the realm?

The insides that it was not meant to be, did not put casserole on the table either.

Because the more I try to casserole, the more rotten things have been since I found out I could use magic, and the more I express my dissatisfaction, the less I solve anything, the worse I learn. If the grievances are to be resolved on the table, there will be no difficulty. As a nobleman, I remember the art of hiding.

If you are endangered after being jealous that magic can be used, treated unfairly by your parents, and you mention the handle that you want to do something about it, you are pushed into an environment that is not neglected and busy by nobility, and if you improve and make it look like a terrible environment, an elephant comes by to suck up profits. And now there's a bunch of guys out there trying to pull their legs off for benefiting more than others.

The world of weak and strong eating is full of unwanted things. Things carry what I want, and there can't be a stress-free life. Will the only salvation be that my son is a trustworthy being from the heart?

Around stroking my son's head, I may be tired of the king's capital, to which Caserol is not accustomed either.

"As a matter of fact, I've made arrangements. In the meantime, in about a year, I try to move about home occasionally. For that matter, I've stopped all new businesses, and I've shelved out any compromises with other houses. Your grandfather will assist you, and Sister Jose has put the dowry training on hold and entrusted you with the authority to act on your behalf, so I think you can handle anything other than an extra emergency."

By Pais's grandfather, I mean the former Baron Detmort. He was in the hospital bed, enlightened about his life, wished to reconcile himself with his daughter, Anise, and had a history of repairing parent-child friendship in a way that Anise's son, Pais, would mediate.

Now he had left Detmort territory and was hiding in Mortern territory in the form of being rehabilitated. As for the illness, it has healed beautifully since I began to live in Mortairn territory “for some reason”. The official announcement is that relocation therapy has been successful.

Though his body is fading, the experience he has developed as a lord and the connections not found in the Mortairn family are comforting. When it comes to jose's assistant, who is a grandson, he is promoted in the hope that he will be in person.

If you're standing, it's a man named Pais who doesn't hesitate to use you, either as a parent or as a grandfather.

"My father-in-law will be there to assist me."

"For once, I'm a lord experienced and conservative, so I'm better suited to maintaining the status quo. There is no shortage if you think of it as a deputy. … maybe it's in someone's mind that we move like that."

"I guess so. Daimyo, you want to tell us to stay with you."

In territorial management, not just in Mortaire territory, if tomorrow comes the same as today, and the days of peace continue, there is no need for anything unusual, no need for talent, etc. Because, basically, judgment would no longer be necessary if precedent existed. Do the same thing as before. than as a ruler, a situation in which knowledge as an administrator is questioned. Memory recalling the answers to past questions says more than wisdom twisting the solutions to new problems.

If you have a good adjunct and you have stopped everything that is necessary and new for a difficult decision, you expect to be able to handle it.

"Honestly, I'm angry that I got into this trouble..."

"It is with me... but I guess there is some sort of upper level thought. As a soldier, I'll follow orders."

Casserole didn't dare to say it because of people's eyes, but a coantro overseeing the talent behind the Mortairn family is currently under investigation as to what intent he was to summon Pais to the king's capital. Of course, Pace guessed that he was conducting such an investigation.

Needless to say, it is Pais's awesomeness, and it is also because casserole stirs up his pro moron.

"From now on, I'll fly to school"

"Please"

Pais went out of his way to ask about the casserole because Pais didn't know where he was going. To put it more correctly, I know where it is, but I have never been there, so I can't [travel instantly] directly. boarding officer school that it is in Wang Du. It is also the only institution in the Divine Kingdom where aristocratic and related children learn and where personal differences in educational standards are intense, providing a decent and singular education.

Casserole was also, at first, a key figure in the central national army, and some of the boarding officer school graduates had a face in the school because of their annual enlistment in the national army.

If you've been somewhere once, fly away with [instant travel] of casserole.

If you notice, Pais and Casserole stood in front of the boarding officer school building.

"Heh."

Pais raised an exclamation. Because of the ancient nature of the building. The building with the season feels a unique solemnity just that.

"That's interesting inside."

"Right. Built... 100 Years Ever?

The stone building is a heavy standing reminiscent of the fort. Three floors. For lack of decoration, it was a pressing building with an atmosphere that allowed people to look up and try to push them down.

Historic buildings that repeat regular repairs and still leave a shadow of the time of architecture. If the world is worldly, it is likely to be a tourist attraction.

"This way, Pais. I'll show you to the principal's office."

Casserole walks out ahead of her son.

Just where I took a few trips as a battalion leader, there is no stray.

Again, casserole seems to be a celebrity.

Just walk in the building and a curious gaze flies from all sides. There are many young people in school alone, but most different people look at casserole and close their eyes.

That would be so. For a man who aspires to be an officer of the military, he cannot be unaware of the captain of the National Army, which is also an elite central army. Furthermore, Casserole is a man of standing, made up of his squire solely because of his strength and merit. If we try to be feat ­ tious ourselves and a young man who burns our willingness to aspire to be born, it is precisely the ideal image that embodies our goals. I want to be, it's a climbing indicator.

The point is, I can say the hero I admire.

Beside such a vision, if you have a small child, even if you don't like it, it stands out.

Seeing you walk a little cute, it's strange because you also feel somewhat like casserole.

Is the perimeter gaze around seeing Pais something like curiosity, suspicion, observation, or surprise? I can't imagine such a chick being a fierce warrior who cries and shuts up.

"Right here. Contact is in advance."

A casserole stops in front of an ancient door.

If I knocked, I heard a sinister man from inside.

Encouraged to enter the room, Pais entered the room with his father.

"Welcome, Sir Mortairn, and your son, Lord Pastry. You are both welcome to come to our school."

There was a man who opened his hands, made a welcome appeal, and welcomed the Paces. Forty years there. Though slightly older than casserole, the floating age line and wrinkles create a year-to-year appearance. Hair is also gray-haired and stands more refined than youthfulness.

This man is the Viscount Harrison-Mill-Boardcoritz. He is the supreme power in the school, sitting at the principal's seat at the boarding officer school.

The principalship of boarding officer schools is usually more than countenance. Just overturning that precedent and gaining principals status, strength is certain. It has a reputation exclusively for having in-depth knowledge of the education of noble children and is said to be strong, especially in the diplomatic field. It is a rooted foreign affairs valve and an emerging nobleman made up of strength.

"So now I am. Best regards, son"

Casserole said so and went back to her work. I don't need a parent escort to an adult person, no matter what the directions are.

"Well, once again, welcome, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Welcome as Principal"

"Thank you"

Pais prompted to sit in a chair and seated.

The principal, sitting across the street, observed Pais for a while and then began to speak to Xu (Omoro).

"So, how far have you been listening?

"I'll be the teacher at this school."

Sudden summons, I couldn't afford to look into the details.

The Viscount, too, would have expected this reply. Continue the conversation only with a gentle nod.

"Right. Then I'll explain it from scratch."

"Yes."

"The story in the first place is in the school's operating policy, which was done by the previous principal. Right, first of all... he had a policy that more emphasis should be placed on the basic parts of the school's educational content. In accordance with this, the educational content of the school also tended to be biased towards seating."

The term of office of the principal of the boarding cadet school is six years. Correctly, it is three years, but since it is an implicit understanding to serve a second term, it is so. His predecessor was an aristocrat of the court and an associate of the internal affairs valves, so he said it was an educational content that placed greater emphasis on seating. He increased oral examinations even during practical exercises, tried to make students smarter, taught the importance of knowledge, and made serious, hard-working students honorable students.

This in itself is not to be condemned otherwise. of the internal affairs valves, because for those who also serve in the court, practical ability is the ability to work at the desk, and excellence is memory and solidity.

Under the Principal's guiding policy, the regarded man of excellence was surrounded by internal affairs valves as a matter of priority, striving to strengthen their own camp. That's the story until last year.

"I think young people should have a wider perspective."

"Ha."

"I learn a lot in school. But there are also many things that schools alone cannot learn. Our students are the elite in this country. Sooner or later I'll be in a position to lead people. Such a person must not be in a narrow field of view. Is it good to think only of our own troops and our own homes? It is not. For the sake of the kingdom of God, I want you to move your country and turn your eyes widely to other countries as well.... In the specific example of education, I don't want to imitate, for example, putting it on one battlefield and nurturing commanders who focus only on tactical victories. I want to nurture commanders who have a national interest or a vision of the international community and see things strategically. If necessary, I'm going to develop a commander who can make decisions that will avoid combat in view of international relations."

A military man is meant to win a battle. But if we see the military as a means of diplomatic negotiation, there are occasions when we don't necessarily have to win.

It would be the difference in sight between a diplomat and a warrior.

"I admire your understanding."

"Unfortunately, however, it is rare to be a human being with an international perspective. Especially if you have a diplomatic perspective but also become a good man as a military commander, it can also be considered a treasure of the state. As a school, this kind of talent is what we need right now. Regardless, as the teaching side."

"Yes."

"Excellent military capability and international feel. It is a treasure of the country. Almost without exception, it is responsible for the responsibility of the State and inspires it in its various duties. There's nothing to snort about, like, taking it off and giving it to us. It's important to develop talent for the future, but it's also important to support the nation today."

"Right."

"But... there was only one exception"

The principal looks at Pais.

"Knowledgeable enough to understand and make use of the knowledge of the upper echelons of the nation. Martial arts built up young but twelve minutes. Wisdom plot to lead an army and take foreign countries into its hands. People in a position to represent a local lord while combining everything"

"... was there such a person?

Pais thought that there was no verse for such a person. But he didn't seem to be the one to whom such a clear act would make sense.

"It's about Sir. Do you have any idea how happy I was when I heard this story? I drank my secret liquor so badly that I got three hangovers instead."

"It's an honor to rate you"

"What I want from Sir is the development of people who can be active in the international community. I want you to work fully for it. Tomorrow, I prepared Sir's instructor's office. Let me show you now."

The principal, leaving that behind, opened the door and left.

And soon he will bring back one young man.

"Lord Pastry. No, instructor Mortairn. Let me introduce you. I'm instructor Randian. Let him guide you to the instructor's office. From now on, if you don't know anything, you should ask him."

The man introduced saw Pais as a giraffe.

Leaving the principal's room with Pace, we head to the faculty office that he was assigned to Pace. Along the way, he ignored Pais, who attempted several conversations, and instructor Landian did not speak a word.

"N"

After probably going to what appears to be Pace's instructor's office, the man crouched his jaw and urged him into the room.

It was time for Pace to enter the room, wondering if he was a silent person.

Don't worry about it.

Leaving behind a small, then clearly audible word, the man left.