Sweet Reincarnation

Mortaire Territorial Office.

While the school was on extended leave, Pais was moving on to his work as a lord's deputy.

The current job is about educating and assigning newcomers. In the Mortairn family, where the shortage of manpower had originally become the norm, the exchange of human resources was a rather high priority.

Of course, every department truly craves talent. Glagans, who look around day and night and are even in charge of beekeeping work, Nicolo, who is entrusted with all the gold accounts in the territory and is responsible for the budget and its execution, and Glassages, who run to satisfy the building demand on the one hand, which builds up even when digested, and are responsible for all the infrastructure relations in the territory.

I have enough work to weigh it in litres and account for it in barrels. Every department is asking us to give them one or more people. Where and who to assign. This is an important task that can only be taken to the top judgment anymore.

"One for assistants in Shiites, one to two for existing departments, three for full-time policing...... Hmm, more than one?

"No, one of them teaches foreign affairs work, so I can turn it around to education. The confectionery sales department is thin."

The head of the Mortairn family is casserole, but the status quo, which cannot be separated from the king's capital as the custodian of the national army, the head of the territorial government is Pais. Therefore, the final decision on staffing is also entrusted to Payce, but it is the duty of the squire chief to keep an eye out for strange assignments. Joon-young of the Mortairn family doesn't know what to flaunt when he looks away at all. If you turn to the good, you will produce blinding large sums of money, while if you turn to the bad, there can be the destruction of your house, no, even the overthrow of the state. Worst of all, there could be a war involving the rest of the world.

A man who can smile at such an idiot is still a commonsense man. And Pace is a chunk of insanity.

Even if not, I have a priori who tried to secure the newcomer for making new treats, and I can't remove the surveillance on Shiites.

"I mean zero surplus personnel. Critical, but do you seem to calm down somehow?

To Pace's question, a pleasant nodding squire.

Because it's been a long time since it's been good news for him, who's always been worried about his businessmanpower and shortage. Finally, we can consider the term surplus personnel. How happy I am with that alone. So much so that I could accidentally spill my tears in the loose.

"Instead, you could've turned it good before. Come on. I told my daughter-in-law that I could get a three-day break, and she thought it was a joke."

"Until now, you could rest and take half a break or something. Because Glass was in charge of all the architectural relationships. That would be the busiest part."

Grassage, entrusted with infrastructure and architectural relations in the territory, would be a fingerprint in the sense of businessness. Unlike accountants, who rarely leave the main village, there are many opportunities to travel far within the territory due to building site confirmation, etc. Glasage is a Mortairn territory comparable to the Borderlands if only in size, and has a job of taking a leg around every corner. Speaking of sleeping on horses wasn't uncommon, I'm talking about how busy they are. New manpower would be most welcome because of serious overwork death concerns.

The guidelines are good in that regard, and I can say that the character is different from Shiites and others who are remarkably good at getting out of their hands.

"I'll be the best. I'm watching it all."

But the person in question tends to be the busiest. We're talking about bragging about how busy we are and what we're going to do, but the squire would be the best in the sense of the breadth of responsibility. At least, the range Pais sees as a Lords proxy also sees Shiites. The only thing that Shiites can't do is make a final ruling, and all the adjustments and confirmations before that are Shiites' business.

"With an assistant, Shiites will be a little easier too. It's about having a baby, and family service is important."

The next lord laughed with pleasure. A forty (approximate) man in front of him unexpectedly made himself more distressed.

A bachelor who was originally a mercenary and labeled a free man became a child loving parenting dad as soon as he got married and had children. Repeating the tension I cut on the battlefield, the woman and the liquor were raving about my life, the crying child and the silent peeper Shiites are doing more if they can get the baby in front of me.

It goes without saying that the abs and patience of the man who witnessed the scene were to be tested.

Note that Pais and Casserole laughed off just listening.

"Whose fault did you think you were busy?"

Shiitz sighs at the culprit of his busyness, who is already used to being teared up.

"Isn't it a good thing you're busy? It's better than a deficit that's too free and closed. I don't want to go back to eating sour bread made strong by soup without appliances."

Originally the Mortairns were poor houses with dots attached to them. Territorial management continues to suffer from a deficit, not even a royal palace position, and the money earned by Caserol in disputed mercenaries disappears into deficit filling for territorial management. Until Pais reformed, he cut down everything he could and lived a qualitative life.

Compared to a time when there was no money, and therefore many people could not be hired, and worried that they were understaffed, the current situation, in which territorial management would also be in the black and they were craving manpower to expand the black deficit, is preferable.

"Well, I agree with you. Still, if you look at the current situation, you've finally settled down. You'll be making a scene soon."

"What do you mean?

To Shiites' words, Pais looked surprised. Because I rarely understood the meaning of the word Shiites. I'm not even trying to cause a commotion. For him, it's not a good idea to get noisy. If it can be done, it is desirable to have an environment where you can move forward in making sweets in a quiet and calm life.

Even if you are a born troublemaker, a story that bothers you if you have a feeling of disturbance that you don't know the cause. It's a good feeling about Shiites.

"Lumi and Marc are adults now, aren't they? I thought I was going to take care of those bad kids, and I wanted to quit. Come on."

Oh, I see, and Pais nodded.

It's a childhood tame for Pais, and two of his evil kid buddies, Luminito and Marcarlo. Three or four older them. They do reach the general age of majority.

Heavy towns throughout the house, Glasage, Deputy Private Corps Commander Koanthro and Territorial Home Secretary No. 2. Each of his descendants, Lumi and Marc, is also the person whose recruitment, if adult, is decided as a servant of the Mortairn family. They're two of the raw Mortairn kids, not tied to other houses. It will be one of the few people in the Mortairn family to pay for the spectrum.

They are also two of the best known minds for Pace and his old playmates. Regardless of their abilities, they are wholeheartedly trustworthy in the sense of loyalty, and as constructive as worrying about meteorites and UFOs falling from the sky at the same time if the two worry about betraying Pais.

Clearly, I can assure you that you are a valuable person. However, it was the coming of a nightmare for Pais and for the chief squire, where the number of evil children in hand increased from one to three. The word that Shiites will want to quit is, of course, a joke, but the hunch of hard work that's inside can guarantee a hundred percent purity.

"When Shiites quits, half the consular government stops without joking, so I want you to stop"

Even for Pais, Shiites' struggles are understandable. Because Pais himself, like no other, made those two struggle a lot. Duel disturbance over runaway disturbances, wolf extermination, and picking and eating cases. The head of the problem children in the Mortairn family is determined by Pais, except that both Lumi and Marc are second seat candidates. How many times has Coantro or Glasage had a headache? The grief of the two fathers, who talk about the difficulty of raising their children in booze seats, cannot be told without tears.

Shiitz glanced lightly over his shoulder at Pais, who was half sure of his future struggles and laughed bitterly.

"Then keep a good grip on those kids. I'll put it under the boy."

"Under me?

"They don't listen to other adults. I've been insisting on being a boy's boy for a long time."

Marc and Lumi grew up beside Pais from an early age. As a child, I grew up watching Pace all the time. In other words, the evaluation criteria for humans other than yourself are paced.

From the beginning, it's a bad kid to put himself on the shelf and appreciate people. For example, if he is a swordsman or a hefty swordsman, he can't be against others, or if he can have a sword with that one well, it's his two who are fine.

Seriously, Pais shouldn't be good. Most humans become an Orphan compared to Pais.

If you want to give an example, Nicolo's case. He becomes a fairly good category by the general standards of the Kingdom of God. With the vast majority of unreadable people in the world, and Nicolo's ability to read and write letters perfectly, and growing up in a home of internal affairs, he's good at calculating. It is a fairly rare talent to be able to multiply and calculate percentages, even in trillions and billions of units, without mistake. If he had been born the eldest son of a nobleman, he would have been able to serve in the royal palace and emerge as an internal nobleman.

However, if we try to make it a pais, this degree can be done and is the normal level. By the time I was three or four years old, I was able to do the same reading and writing calculations. Not that Lumi or Marc can do the same, of course, but how do we see adults who are good at what Pais was made of when he was four?

Adults losing to toddlers. Would you care to respect me and listen honestly to me? Without Marc and Lumi listening to the grownups, there are such circumstances as to be called evil kids, and maybe Pais is responsible.

There are no other adults besides Pace who can help them.

"Then you need a development plan as a human resource. If we don't make plans and work out on a ten-year basis"

If you can't do anything other than pais, you'll have to use it as a pais subordinate. On top of that, when it comes to talent for the score, it's better to work out thoroughly and be a future executive candidate.

It is something that has been considered within more than once. In that regard, there is also a common perception in Shiites, and there is no no no no no no no no no no.

"In a distracting story. But then you're gonna run out of hands between us again, aren't you?

What do we do with the education of the two of us? They licked me when I was one of them, and I was able to educate them. Pais, or Shiites? Do you entrust education to Grassage or Coantro? Who did you do this to? I'm not free enough to be jerked off by education alone.

And until now, I'd given up.

But now great connections exist in the Mortairn family. Literally the best connection in the country.

"Again, do you want to throw it into cadet school?

boarding officer school. This is where Pace works as a teacher. There can be no more specialization in education than here. Pais himself teaches or leaves it to other instructors. Which instructor taught you the least you could do. Here, they can lick adults and re-tap their rotten sexual roots, and they can teach them how to be polite.

Even if we lick adults because we grew up watching Pais, it doesn't mean we have Pais-like prowess. It is true that they have higher strengths than normal children, but they are still within the reach of the average person. If you become aware of your lack of strength, you should get a little grown up. Yes, there's a part of me that I expect.

"You'd be quick to talk if you had a decent education. Fortunately, the boy will be able to see and reach the instructor."

"... I hope so"

"In a disturbing way, why do you have something?

"No, I'm not thinking there's anything specific. But... my name was only a little sold at school, so I thought it would come out of my sight."

Pais had a hunch. One way or another, it would be a prediction, but I didn't even think the people who invited me to King's Capital would hold their hand like this.

Regardless, if it's okay to remain a regular instructor, Pais doesn't hesitate. Thoroughly buying seedlings, blind students are the ones who scratch the roots. There are measures for this, and there is enough bait roll called reputation. I don't care if it's 10 or 20 this year. This boy's dictionary doesn't have the word "self-weight."

But are the nobles of the king's capital so helpless as to spoil and forgive it? Just one child roughed up the garden tip and continued to be the only Kamiyamako to watch?

No, it can't be.

In an aristocratic society that takes out the eyes of a living horse, the capital of the king is the nest of the belly-black community, which is active on the front line. I don't think I would allow the same imitation to happen again, even if I was outdone by Pais once. I'm sure what only strikes me in the hand. That's what Pace had a feeling about.

"Then let's study them. Come on."

But Shiites and others were quite comfortable thinking about it. I'm not doing anything wrong. At least I haven't done anything against the law. Then you just have to be dignified.

It should be a good study for Lumi and Marc, including the dirty parts of the aristocratic society.

"That's true. So, what will Marc do with Lumi as we recommend him? You'd need a recommendation, wouldn't you?

"How about around Herskivi"

The House of Associate Baron Harskivi is the house where Pais' sister was married. Originally a knight jazz family emerges and has a territory in the eastern part of the Kingdom of God in a territorial change. It is one of the few trustworthy nobles for the Mortairn family.

The boarding cadet school cannot even take an exam without a noble recommendation, and the noble recommendation frame is one per year regardless of the size of the house. If you intend to enroll two people, Lumi and Marc, you are an affordable negotiator. If it's the Herskivi family, they have strong blood ties, and they sell thanks. When you want to borrow a sign called nobility, you can easily rely on it.

"Are you negotiating with your sister… well, if it's about Lumi, will you give me some accommodation?"

"You know when Lumi was cute."

Pais' sister, Baroness Bibi, Associate Baroness Herskivi, grew up in Mortairn territory, of course, when she was little. I know when Marc and Lumi were born and have a past that has been adorable in two sisterly positions.

If you ask for Lumi, they will give you a discount on your body. It would be a downside to telling Lumi to come over to us if we weren't careful, but he's a reliable opponent, even with that.

Bibi knows when the childhood tamers were still adorable on the Yochiyochi walk. It's really convenient.

"When I was a normal kid, too."

"Well, when the boy was normal, when he was in his stomach."

"Shiites, there was a time when I was an innocent child, wasn't there?

Shiitz tried to remember if there was such a time. And gave up immediately. Because it was obvious that I couldn't remember. I can't remember anything that doesn't exist.

"Even now it will be ten or there. Normally, you're just a kid, right?

"That's an unavoidable family situation. As a victim, I want to cry."

A society that normally grows up at about thirteen years of age as early as possible. Pais, an adult in seven, is quite irregular. In the sense that you were rushed to say goodbye to holiness because of the circumstances of your home, I certainly can't say Pais or the victim. Of course, Shiites laughed with his nose at such a complaint of harm.

"What are you talking about sleeping? If you're a child and a victim, the world is full of victims."

"That's terrible"

"For now, I'm calling those two idiots."

"Please."

They call me to Shiites, and Lumi and Marc come to the office.

Both of them, by the time they were about the year, had a medium stature.

The growth of Marc in particular is remarkable. He's the guy I call growing up, and he grows tall with gnocchi every day. Lumi makes her look like an adult feminine every time she follows the day. I used to be mistaken for a boy, but now I don't have to worry about that.

"Oh, my God, what's up?"

Lumi and Marc looked blatantly disgusted because Shiites forced them to bring them here.

"Let's go in because it's good. I need to talk to you about something important."

"From Pais?

Shiites, who has brought two mouthless people in the same phase, before Pais.

Grab the root, make him grow up.

"You've both called to a busy place,"

"Hey Pais. Did you make something tasty again?

"Feed me, too. 'Cause I'm gonna eat this guy's share with my old man in Shiites."

They're childhood friendly. When Pais made the treat, he kept it with his companion more than once, calling it poison sight. I was hoping to be happy if that were true today, but the meaty lumi rebels against Marc, who declared that he would eat up to the minute of Lumi.

"You're kidding me. Let's have some delicious food alone."

"Isn't that good? You get fat if you eat too much. More than ever."

Rumi releases a right straight to the shard and the browning marc. Marc also knew how fast Lumi's hand was, so he gently turned away and fisted.

"Temeye!! You're fighting and selling to Reiki Lady, huh?

"Where is Reiki?"

"I would be right in front of you!!

"Dude, there's only a tinkle of men and women in front of me, an old man and Pais. Oh, what the hell is Pais doing?

It is an unchanged friendship. There was even a smile in the careless exchange. Except for the exclusive human smile of the Mortern family.

"... Okay, okay. I won't tolerate today. Get on the surface, Cora. I'll crush every acne on your face."

"Oh, superior. I'll tell you I'm better with my sword."

"Yes, yes, leave that alone every time you twitch. Calling the two of you today is not a cooking prototype. Unfortunately."

Pais sighs when he's really sorry. Making sweets is 10,000 times more fun than getting your hands on government.

"Yep."

"Talking is nothing else. We're talking about our first assignment as adults."

"Your first assignment!!

The two reveal their joy.

Those are the two people who have been trying to help Pace for a long time. If it is my first assignment, I am tempered and tense.

"Nice. I'll do anything. Other than studying."

Marc, who learned beside Pais, is never retarded. I'm not aware of Lumi because he's smarter and Pace is exceptional, but on a general level, Marc also enters the smarter side.

Sometimes there was an unknown talent education by Pais. Since there are only two comparators, there is a complex regarding the slight head formation.

"Marc, unfortunately, the orders I give you both are to study."

"What?"

Pais sees two childhood tamers.

And told him the decree with a smile on his face.

We're both students starting next month.

It was the moment two freshmen were added to boarding cadet school.