Sweet Reincarnation

At the beginning of the Blue First Moon, the Baron Mortairn realm of the Kingdom of God had the appearance of the first young men. An elite group of sixteen graduates from boarding cadet schools, all of whom graduate at the top (more than one-third of the total seats), headed by a chief.

Though they were in all sorts of trouble upon graduation, they were those who were safely employed by the Mortairn family to become squire, and are in the middle of a rookie education at the moment. With hope, anxiety and anticipation, shine your eyes for a sunny start that will make you a single earner.

Before them, there is one middle-aged man. He is the head of the Mortairn family squire whose children have just been born.

"Ugh, today, from our Syriacs to the present, I'm going to follow the order and explain the growth process. I don't know. Tell me as soon as you have something. If you ask me later, I might not be able to answer you."

Top graduate of boarding officer school. In other words, it is the kind of sixteen who gathered a selection of raw stones from all over the kingdom of God, spent four years polishing them, and divided only those of good quality. There is not a single retarded person. That's why rookie education doesn't work for half-breed people either.

At first, we talked about it as appropriately as we did last year, but because we hated young people and even ancient ginseng humans, Shiites and Pais end up as teachers. That would be the case, too. By analogy, it's like a new graduate from Tokyo University or Kyoto University has been joining a company that was as detailed as a town factory. If you do poorly, you may be better than the person you are now. It's natural for those who teach to get carried away. As a result of the turnaround of responsibility, it is up to the person responsible to take responsibility at the end of the day.

Now Pais is cleaning up the mountain of government, while Shiites is teaching us about the history and economic situation from the establishment of the Mortairn family to the present.

Basically, speaking of nobility takes care of our own history. Often it has become an identity as an aristocrat. The reason why nobility enjoys privilege as nobility begins with the first generation's medal of nobility as a grand premise. The only exception is the royal family.

Your ancestors have made great achievements and they are still shining. And, in many aristocrats, I think. Ignoring this can shake the existential significance in the first place. If we assume that the achievements of the first generation and the achievements of the historical contemporaries are of no great significance, then why are they aristocracy? As an aristocratic identity, the great premise is the greatness of our ancestors.

Therefore, nobles learn “the history of their own home”.

He has been recognised for his skill, merit, contribution, ability, etc., and has passed it on from generation to generation. That is why nobility has privilege. This is a basic concept of nobility.

We are amazing. Because they are descendants of great men. This is what I think of as aristocracy.

Although it is in the hotbed of a sense of privilege that we are special, it is also at the same time a source of pride as nobles.

Be a shameless man to your ancestors. Born as a nobleman, he grew up being heard this word rather small.

And I can say the same to people who serve the aristocracy.

If you want to know exactly what your health was today, you have to know what your dinner was yesterday, and you better know how you've been exercising here lately. In the same way, if you want to understand correctly what the current home is like, you have to know what the past is and what you have done to talk about it.

What kind of house are the houses we serve and dedicate our allegiance to? It can't be without knowing. What have you done to become a nobleman? How have you ever protected your home? What is the house that serves? What is the situation now? There's no way I can do a good job without knowing it.

The sixteen newcomers listen to the squire chief shiites in the utmost seriousness.

"Ah ~ I naturally knew the guy here. Ah, I think, but we're still up and the sun is shallow. Our general...... Sir Casserole-Mortellen has been in the medal for twenty-five years? Twenty-six years? I don't think it's enough for thirty years, but that's the way it is. It's not as long as history. Bye. Compared to other places, it must be about the tip of a nail. But the content is thick. Be prepared."

The newcomers correct their residence to a word that can also be taken as a threat to Shiites. Shiitz glanced at the well-behaved young man and told the old story.

"Was it the time of the King's Capital defense? The king died young, so all around him has become enemies and wars. It was before you were born. I studied at school around here, but me and the Admiral were in that war. It was a cool war. I was a prince at the time, on the king's side now. Whether or not there are a thousand of us, you wreckers. The enemy is a great army of more than 10,000. At the time, I was a mercenary, and the guy in casserole lived at my parents' house. In a battle ready to lose. You were seriously discussing how to escape with your fellow mercenaries."

Speaking of the old days, rapping is like a common stunt of an old man. It is the prerogative of the predecessors to speak of the martial arts of his youth. Shiites is in the hall the way he talks, and the tone is really smooth.

"In the meantime, a casserole will come. There is a way to win. He asked me to give him a hand. I made a fool out of casserole. What can you do in this situation, you stupid bastard? If you want to die, just die in front of me. But he was so serious that he used my magic… [Farsighted] to find the enemy commander. There were some people drinking at the victory celebration, so I told them to stay put. Then he took his magic and rode the enemy commander to the root slaughter. We were surprised, too, but those of you who had already won would have been more surprised. Then the enemy is already in chaos. We'd have won if we'd known. I was already self-absorbed. I don't even remember what I did. I knew I won anyway. People around me were crying. I didn't cry because I was happy. You cry at ease for surviving. I don't want to die, I want to fight, I don't want to die, I want to be relieved that I didn't have to.... I mean. Whoever sees it, our general is the first."

Under overwhelmingly unfavourable circumstances, he was pushed to the doomsday Setouchi. If you are a useful actor in the Great Reversal play from there, you are a major player from a human being who knows nothing of the circumstances.

A feat that leaves its name in history. There are no strangers to the martial arts tradition around here because the bard wrote and sang several songs and many troupes performed them. At least, the newcomers all know.

"So I'm going to talk to the noblemen about the casserole that I was a squire... and there's a lot going on at this time. I was invited to the same place to be a subordinate, but I thought nobles were dirty people. Since the end of the war, I've been defending myself, fighting whimsy, talking frigid. The casserole handles were also so rotten that they were just lucky to see what it was and the people pulling their legs. How many times have you pulled your sword... no, have you actually pulled it out?"

For the aristocracy, preserving one's home takes precedence over the survival of the Kingdom of God. If necessary, protect the house even under the subordination of another country as far as the Kingdom of God is concerned. Many people thought so.

By analogy, when the company is clearly on the verge of bankruptcy, employees think of their family as their top priority, and if necessary, they think about moving to another company even if they are badly treated. It would be rare for people to think about supporting the company until the end, let alone throwing personal property and thinking about rebuilding it.

That's why I did my best for the Kingdom of God until the end, and if I were alone, I would have easily escaped, but the casserole I used for the royal family and not to let my companions and family escape the magically limiting [moment travel] is told as a beauty story.

But the more the casserole is told as a beauty story, the worse the people who were moving in anticipation of the royal family going away look. When the country was restored, if you tried from the king, you would only have seen traitors such as the ones who were trying to escape. Even for the people who love the hero Tan, the ones who ended up only in their own interests look dwarfed.

Self-preservation is a noble specialty. Those whose betrayal became apparent after the war, those who were clearly cro, were subject to solemn purity, but many had opportunistic grey (grey) responses.

Those who were caged in the territory without any reinforcements complained that they were fulfilling their duty to defend the territory, and those who were prepared to follow to the enemy side insist that it was prepared for royal rescue.

That was already all the excuses flying and lies and cover-ups rampant. I mean, the dirty side of humans thinking about safekeeping came together all at once, I guess I should say.

Naturally, in order to preserve ourselves, work was also done to discredit the casserole. Because if the greatest merit is no big deal, it becomes less noticeable without great merit on our part. The difference between them and the ones below is noticeable because there is a wonderful jumping out presence up there. Then there were countless people who thought of lowering the pile that jumped through him. Whatever, the casserole was weak at the time, both forceful and weak. Because he was only a duck with no asylum.

"In the end, Casserole became a knight. There was talk of a sudden baron position, but the people pulling my legs started to jump. That means you won't be able to do it with boulders. The land we received at that time was here, in the Mortairn region. That's where you got your family name, too, huh?

"If you have received land as large as the Mortairn region, isn't that a considerable benefit?

Question flew from newbie. Shiites also laugh bitterly at this.

The Mortairn region also has the breadth of a finger fold in the country if only in size. However, the habitable areas are terribly small. Because of the scarcity of rain in the land that was originally surrounded by mountains with high areas of the region.

When moisture-containing air crosses mountain ranges of a certain height, it is widely known in modern times that it will rain before crossing mountains. It's a phenomenon called rain shade, and it can be seen all over the world. Surrounded by mountain ranges, the climate of the Mortairn region was created from wooded land, just over a mountain and in the dry zone. The Mortairn region is dry all year round, except in extremely short rainy seasons.

"Now it's time for people to live there. It used to be a land that didn't even grow grass. Some land is untouched, so I'll show it to you next time. Don't be surprised how different it is from the desert. Sand and rock as far as I can see. Because, well, what is it, when I first came here, the total population was four. Five if you put in a snot-nosed kid."

"Huh?"

"It was a land where people couldn't live alone. I don't even hate bandits. Koan to the Admiral, me, and Grandpa. Grandpa's son at last. Was the first thing you did was look for water? I spent about two months searching the territory, but not a drop. You know what? You're a human being. If you're too thirsty, you can't piss, can you? Without the Admiral's magic, we would have dried up."

The word of Shiites is true. The total population is five. No lies, there was no one but the casseroles. The fact that it was a harsh environment is also a factor, but it is also due to the fact that it was a buffer area with neighbouring countries. I could give it away because I won the war, but otherwise I would have cared for my neighbour and still be left nominally under royal jurisdiction.

A barren earth untouched by mankind. That was the Mortairn region.

"For once, I got quite a bit of money along with the territory, but it disappeared quickly after digging a well. It took me over three years before I could make a decent crop"

"I can't believe it took that long..."

The newcomers had heard bad rumors about Mortern territory. But there's not a single human being who doesn't think about it enough to peddle the rumors, only those who see it with their own eyes and then judge. In their eyes, the Mortairn territory appeared to be a rich territory there.

There are forests with harienge as the basic vegetation, there are fine reservoirs, and quite a few yielding fields are spread out, and pastoralism is practised in the eastern region, benefiting from regional characteristics (originality) such as the sugar and confectionery industries.

It is not comparable to boulders, locations that serve as trading hubs, or rich riches such as near Wangdu, but it is not enough to masochistize itself as poor.

That is why they have no real sense that the Mortarn realm was the de poor realm of Caracalla. I'm surprised to hear about Shiites again.

"Naturally, territorial operations are in deficit. It's about ten crowns a year in deficit. The Admiral was doing some mercenary stuff to make up for the deficit, right? If it was such a struggle, it would have been more luxurious to be a mercenary without being a nobleman."

"Heh."

I am talking about when Shiites and Casserole were still young.

In the common sense of the nobility, it is an unlikely story to let the unsurpassed heroes go wild, and the nobles managed to make the casserole available to them.

Therefore, if properly developed, gold was tied to the land needed as hot water, and they gave it a summons of gold.

The casseroles at the time, neglected by the aristocratic plot, were not aware of the conspiracy, rejoiced that they could have become aristocrats, aroused that they had received land, laughed and received enough money to play and live for the rest of their lives, and invested development funds in their hearts with dreams and hopes. Based on the hopeful observation that farmland will also be made and life will be stable during a period not so distant.

But reality isn't sweet. Situations like literally sprinkling water in the desert. As a result, we ran out of gold, which in return was used for the good of the nobles of other houses, and was kept and killed.

I guess I could have given up somewhere. Return the land, buy a house in a city that is king's capital, and live there with the money you earn from running away. I'm in a position like a court nobleman without a job. I wouldn't have been able to do it. But by the time I realized it, the development funds I had thrown were too huge. If it drifts without being able to make a decision about the loss, it inflates the loss. It would be a common failure for novices to invest.

There is no doubt that the casseroles, at least as young as they were, did not even know the term investment and were amateur people about territorial management.

"By the way,

Second, Shiites' voice color changes.

"My boy... the flow has changed since Master Pastry was born. Especially since the boy talked, isn't it a surprise streak?

"When we talked?

"Whoa. Was he about two or three? Experiment by plowing the back of the house yourself. At first, he laughed at me for playing unusual games. By the time it was four, I said that if I made beans, the soil in the field would be better. In addition to the obvious experimental results in everyone's eyes. Can you believe that? There's a kid who just walked out, isn't there?

"No way, no way"

"You think so, don't you? But it's true. The Admiral also said, 'If you can't do anything at all, I'll let you do whatever my son wants. No, it's original, and I'm gonna give it up." Then this is the big win. It's not just bean revenues. The harvest of wheat also doubled. I was surprised, too. No, wasn't there someone who wasn't surprised?

"We're surprised too."

Even for the newcomers, it was suspicious of their ears. Who would believe that he had already led adult-faced agricultural reform around the dubious year of even speaking decently? With normal common sense, I smile that it's an absurd story.

The newcomers wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't realized the insanity of Pace at boarding officer school, even listening to the experience straight away like this.

"I don't have time (to name one) for the boy's cod. Defeat the wolf at the age of five by leading only the child. Sacred parting and magic is inflicted in seven. In the same year, he stood around a hundred bandit opponents who even bounced off the regular army of the Counts. I wonder if you've built a fortune with a sketch. Hey, I'm going to build a forest with that in my hand. I'm a kid who made sugar for us, and I'm not tired of just making sugar, and I started a confectionery business and it's a huge success. Yeah, you made booze, too. Well, I've been through a lot, and I've seen a lot of guys, but I can't predict just the kid."

"Hehe..."

Finally, the newcomers' faces turned into a pompous twinkle.

The Pace winner only takes for granted what is normal for one purpose, but if you put the merits side by side, it is the madman's. Approximately, I don't think it's a decent human exchange thing.

"For what it's worth, we've been running a year-round deficit for about three years. The growth rate in the size of management has averaged the last five years, which is ten to three minutes a year."

"Jaw, 10%? 10% in five years means 20% more in one year?

You earn 20% more in a year. If that's every year, it's an amazing number. The newcomers thought so. But Shiites shakes his neck sideways.

"No. It grows nearly ten percent every year. That's the average of five years. Narrowed down to the last three years, it's higher."

"Uhh!!

One of the newcomers raised a bare voice. I guess he was a bright man in the economy. I was surprised to realise what it meant to increase the size of the territory every year by 10%. The size of the management of the territory, i.e. the size of the economy, has doubled. Even if you subtract the point that you were originally de poor, you'd be surprised and deserved it.

The economic size of modern countries is represented by indicators of GDP and GNP. Indicatively close to this. It would be inconceivable in modern times to talk about GDP growth rates exceeding 100%.

But there are some decent circumstances to this as well. This is the result of the merger of the former Liptauer territories, which is more oriented towards agriculture than the Mortauerne region, or the hit of various industrial policies.

Even rare and value-added sugar is produced in the territory, using it to produce sweets to add value, besides branding and adding value, and there is low-cost magic to haulage, and an industry where added value can be both squared and squared is the main industry in Mortern today.

Tell Pais that the current situation that is growing is not amazing, but that the misery before it was stretched was too harsh?

"I think it's time for such a rapid growth to end. Any more will be difficult. That's what he said. As long as there is nothing like it, it will be stable growth from now on. Then it's not the flying talent that counts. You'd be a tough honor student with few mistakes. Which means we're gonna need your help."

Continuous explanation of the situation to the newcomers. Even in Shiites, we will explain in detail the current state of Mortairn territory and how it leads to it. There was also a thorough explanation of the current state of the tax, future plans and armaments. The occasional mix of laughter would be the gift of the art of discourse coming from Shiites' life experience.

By the end of such an explanation. Pais came to replace the explanator.

"Gentlemen, you're doing it"

"Oh, boy. Was it that time already?"

Pais, who came in without even knocking in the room, smiled nicely, as usual. If it is just the appearance, it is the atmosphere of a lovely good family boy. It's more than ten years old, growing taller and tougher in the face, that's a silly casserole rating.

"Damn, it's tough on your old man in Shites, he's here to take a tour."

And there were two more young men beside Pais. It was the man who greeted him well, and beside him lay a woman dressed as a man.

"For once, let me introduce you to everyone. Marcarlo, son of Coantro-Doroba, Deputy Commander of the Private Corps, and Luminito, daughter of Glasage-Idrihappa, Head of Engineering."

Introduced to Pais was the face of the Mortaire Territorial Prank Trio. Marc, Marcarlo, and Lumi, Luminito. Three people with a paice added to this are told that they are bad kid trios that are a prank trio in a summary bargain set.

Evil children who, from an early age, have sporadically troubled the adults. Of course, Needless to say, the Bad Kid's Admiral is Pais, but they are both holders of a great background inside.

At the beginning, such as stealing the adults' eyes and wielding seriousness, there have also been major fights involving more than ten people by making critical hits on things that should not be too much of a hit to be enthusiastic about throwing stones, or by finding those who bully the weak.

There were times when children alone stood up to fierce beast opponents, and when they caught suspicious people coming to the village, they strained and bowled in with real (bee) criminals.

Several times I've been hurt. He is one of Mortaire's most evil children when it comes to getting caught by bandits, softening duel riots, and troubling adults.

Besides, he is a habitual thief and building intruder. If Pace's treats had disappeared at some point, the ten or eighty-nine killers would be either of them. This was another headache for the head of the Mortairn family when the technique was shrewd year after year.

"Say hello"

Those are the two of us, but there are some things to praise. The affection of affection for the Mortairn family is undoubtedly authentic, as is the sense of justice that seeks to protect the body. This point is a beauty recognized by all the upper layers of the Mortairn family. Local love is also higher than migration groups from elsewhere.

In other words, both the weaknesses and the advantages are enormous. Then it depends on how you use it and how you grow it. Such opinions are in the upper echelons and are expected to grow in the future.

By the way, in view of the special circumstances of the Mortairn family, where the development and acquisition of human resources have become a major challenge, they have already performed another liturgy of holiness, too. At first, I got a book sacrament for being the younger brother of a heavy town in the house, but I haven't been given magic. This, in probabilistic terms, would also be natural.

Marc wanted to be able to use magic himself quite seriously, but people who can use magic in this world are really rare. It is more normal not to be a wizard.

"Marc, once you're here, they're far superior to you. I could speak my respects. Oh, I don't know, it hurts when you're licking me."

The squire chief complains to Marc, who stands cluttered and greets him with his hands behind his head. Be polite and elegant, etc., is not the home style of the Mortairn family. Therefore, even if the relationship between the top and bottom is loose, it doesn't matter. But it doesn't make sense to loosen the upper and lower relationship after being able to do so, or not knowing how to do so.

In the case of Marc, the latter.

"Really? It doesn't matter. I'll do it pretty good, too. You guys work hard together, don't you?

"Damn, I'll put it well. Marc's arm is less than mine."

"That's you!! Lumi, you've been crying with me all this time."

"Bullshit, just kidding!! When did I cry? Though the sob bastard would be more of a marc!!

And start arguing that Lumi and Marc are nasty. It presents an incandescent cursing look inside.

What puzzles me about that is the newly hired young people.

"... is that good?

A prowl in a representative position asked Pais.

"Good. Because it's the usual."

And Pais responds with a polar-natural look.

He knows that it's like a habit since he was little for Lumi and Marc to heat up in a verbal fight. The more you fight, the more you do. Come on, it's time for two of us to make progress, but Pace isn't wild enough to serve something that dogs don't eat either.

"As for the two good friends, let them go. Shall I take you all to the realm now?"

The two voices of dissent about who was close were indeed breathtaking.