Sweet Reincarnation

One sunny day. In the afternoon, clouds like cotton candy lined up in the sky. In the Count Cowenbar mansion on the corner of the aristocratic district of Wang Du, the lord of the hall had heard reports from his men.

"Count Cowenbar, there is a report rising about the example Mortairn"

"Hmm, let's hear it"

Count Cowenbar urged reports from his men by nodding to Eagle Deep.

In general, it is new to memory that the Count took the initiative and carried out the work against Mortairn. It was a well remembered story, at least for the Count.

In order to take care of all kinds of handicapped people, he created an honorary role without real rights and worked to tie them to the Royal Institute's window department in order to waste their spare time.

What happened to the result? As Earl, I'm just curious.

"In conclusion, it worked very well"

"Ho."

To my men's open-minded report, Count Cowenbar breaks up with each other.

"We will explain it in order. Pastry-Mill-Mortellen acknowledged that many students, including freshmen from the boarding cadet school, had arrived to take up teaching positions. I think it's the effect of blowing his boy's accomplishments around in advance."

"Hmm."

"Furthermore, he successfully led us to the general purpose magic lab of the Royal Institute of Subtle Studies. Apparently, my goddaughter asked me to help her research. It's believed to be the result of rumours spread within the lab."

"Fine."

The Generic Magic Laboratory was originally conducting research to make wizards special. Working together here would cut the wizard's influence.

In other words, the more Pais cooperates, the diminishes Pais' own threat. Alternatively, it leads to weakening the forces of the Mortairn family, which have been created by magic.

It is also difficult at the time of research cooperation to prevent research results from being produced. It would waste time and money, which would also lead to cutting Mortairn's power.

Whatever it is, it will be to the extent of the cut off that the Mortairn family, including Pace, will lose momentum. Count Cowenbar heard the report and thought so.

"What about the research results?

"Seems inconceivable"

Employees report what they have thoroughly researched.

"There have been reports of frequent faces in the lab for some time now, but blind results reports have not gone up, and presumably research continues to fail"

"Hmm."

The Generic Magic Laboratory has not recently made a presentation of its research results. I don't even report it to my boss.

Since this laboratory is a typical window department, results reports have been carried out frequently until now. The content itself was the second and third frying of the past, or the announcement of a trivial achievement that we called research, but we nevertheless managed to highlight it as an achievement, trying to get out of the unfair situation.

And I haven't even shown such a scratch here lately. Finally, the time for general purpose research is near.

Yes, Count Cowenbar thought.

No way, who thinks you're making enough big discoveries to change the world, leaping into fact cover-ups, etc.

It is more common sense and natural to assume that the results of research have not emerged so that they can be published.

"You mean like you think"

"Master Left. Let's keep Mortairn's son stuck in the shade department. Sooner or later, you're going to throw a spoon."

"Finally, you're going to grow up. Heh, heh, heh."

Count Cowenbar laughed at Gual.

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Rateshbal, the territorial capital of Count Rateshbal in the southern part of the Kingdom of God.

With an alias with Pirate Castle, this town castle will remain beautifully exposed to the sea breeze for many years.

One reward came when the Lord of this historic building was enjoying the finest tea from the realm.

"That Mortairn boy, left transition?

"Oh. Formally a promotion, but there was a report that the reality was a left transition to the thing"

An informal supreme decision-making meeting between the Countess Ratesh and her companions to discuss with the chiefs of staff. What was exchanged on the spot was information that the Mortairn family's son, who could also be the counterpart to the Ratesh family, had been relocated to the left.

The Ratesh family, which also maintains an information network without exception in the Wang capital, can grasp the situation in the centre with considerable precision and speed.

"Let me know more."

"I just got a report, too, but apparently there's Count Cowenbar behind it. He almost lost contact with his students by offering to an unheard position as a mentor."

"... I see"

Uncle Ratesh sipped a sip of tea as he gathered his thoughts.

"Even Count Cowenbar, the boulder, seems to be out of hand."

"What do you mean?

Serjan, the son-in-law of the Uncle Ratesh family, who was originally a soldier and was oblivious to the kind of daring that pulled the feet of his allies together. I know that if you mean left transition, you must be neglecting it, but how can that be the expression "out of hand”? I was surprised that it would be more normal to be moved to the left as “too much for my eyes”.

"Originally, calling the aristocracy that keeps the territory to the center is a hand well used by both court sparrows who want to pull their legs. Perhaps those who were anxious for Mortairn to have developed called Baron Mortairn and his successors to the centre. Put up a lot of reasoning."

"Right."

An organization doesn't function properly when the top is absent. In addition, if it is systematized to function even in the absence of the top, it will also contain the danger that it will become a decoration even if the various top returns.

Originally hostile to the territorial nobles of the region, the court nobles used this to pull the feet of the territorial nobles scattered. It can also be considered a tradition of the Kingdom of God.

"And the Mortairn boys used it the other way to make sure they had the talent to show it..."

"Speaking of which, there have been reports like that."

Pais is invited as a boarding officer school instructor. The Ratesh family, which divides the south, could not have been unaware of this information, and furthermore immediately read and showed the intentions behind it. From my husband, I am a reliable wife.

And now, Girl Jie puts her thoughts one step deeper here.

"Perhaps that was unexpected for Count Cowenbar."

"... I see. Sure, it might be unexpected."

Serjan has even made duels with Pais in the past. I thought now was the time to act without Pace's thumping, just the person who experienced a thick relationship inside.

But what is normal for us is not necessarily the case for others. Serjan noticed that.

He was invited to the boarding cadet school in nineteen and eighty-nine years, because the strength and economic development of Mortairn became an obstacle as a foreign affairs valet. Yes, the Sergians had concluded.

A plot to hang a certain teeth on it and gain momentum in the Awabari forces should have been the King's Capital Invitational of Pais.

But some of the plot must have been promising in the future and not even getting caught scratching the talent they raised with considerable money.

"In other words, the Left Transition is the rise of Count Cowenbar."

"Ascension?"

"You almost ate the net and you shot him in a hurry."

"I see."

Mortairn's son rambled at the boarding officer school with an achievement that would go above Count Cowenbar's assumptions. So I hit a further hand. Uncle Ratesh seemed to have an awkward fisherman looking at Count Cowenbar. What a painful assessment.

Never happy to have more friends with silver-haired boys.

"So, do you keep left-handed kids company?

That can't be right. Uncle Ratesh asked the squire chief to make sure, even if it was something he could assure with certainty.

If Pais is going to make a big deal out of a little left transition, we don't have to struggle this much ourselves.

"No. A subordinate study says he's immersed in the Royal Institute"

To that one word, Uncle Ratesh reacted with a keen sense of political smell.

The cup of tea that I was drinking heavily rattled and ripples in the tea.

"Do you know where the immersive lab is?

"... Sure, the General Magic Lab, was it? I mean, I haven't been able to deliver in years, I mean, the left transition department."

"Are you getting results?

"No. It doesn't look like we've achieved anything at all. Even as we've been swayed, you're relieved. Ha ha."

Ratesh family squire Coraton laughed lightly, just as he was relieved to hear his men report. As someone who has been sporadically falsified before, if that boy is going to make a big deal out of me, I'm all for it.

No results at all. However, the complexion of Uncle Ratesh, who heard the words, clearly changed.

"Use it right away for the Mortairn family!!

Gathari, and Uncle Ratesh, who kicked his chair and stood up.

To the momentum, the squire and her husband snorted.

"Hey, what are you in such a hurry about?

"Can this calm you down? General purpose magic lab is not the best place to stay away from that kid!!

General purpose magic lab. Uncle Ratesh also knows only simple things about this. But it turns out that that's just a nasty thing to do.

The generalization of magic, that is, the fact that magic can be used by anyone. What happens if the Mortairns, in the midst of remarkable development using magic, monopolize this technology? The balance of power in the south is turned upside down, giving rise to concerns that the Mortairns will be at the top of the Southern aristocracy.

But Uncle Ratesh's opinion suggests that his men and husband think too much.

"Is it a Left Transition Department that hasn't produced any decent results in years? I don't even think that would suddenly deliver results. No matter how good that boy is, isn't the research field different? That's why I didn't report any results."

Pais is a good soldier. Serjan's assessment begins there. I guess it's because I'm a soldier myself, but if I know what I'm capable of no less than myself, Pais seems like a biological soldier.

Then something like R&D should also be a gatekeeper, as I can't do for myself. Yes, Serjan says.

But Uncle Ratesh shakes his neck to the side.

"Know the past of Mortairn territory?

"Oh. Sure, they said it was a pretty poor territory"

"Yes, it is. I was told that development was impossible. I wonder what's happening now."

Serjan gradually begins to feel anxious about the condition of his wife, who speaks carefully, as she tries to calm down her feelings.

"... that boy could also achieve results in the Left Transition Department?

"No, I'm not. I'm afraid you might achieve something. I'm in a hurry to say I've already delivered results."

"What!?

"I don't think that boy, when he says left-transfer department, will achieve anything. Simply using [Moment Move] should widen the range of research at once. If the wizard actively cooperates, one or two of the results of the research will be raised."

The Ratesh family even looks into the fact that the Mortairn family's son “can use his father's magic”. It's amazing inside to look up as much as you can be sure it's supposed to be top-secret on the surface, but what derives from it is odd discomfort.

"... right"

"Nonetheless, he says, it has not yielded results. This is crazy. It's unnatural, no matter what you think."

Pais was added to the Left Transition Department, which had not produced results until now. If you're a person who doesn't know Pace very well, you might have overlooked the situation that you're not very accomplished, too, which would have been natural. In fact, Count Cowenbar and others thought so.

But Uncle Ratesh doesn't take a sweet look at Pais. I haven't even licked my hair before. Calmly and objectively, what happens if you add a dramatic drug called Pais to a research institute at one end, albeit the left transition department? Is the situation of no reaction whatsoever really a natural thing?

I didn't think so for Uncle Ratesh. Something feels wrong.

Obviously, as an unnatural form, I can't hear the achievements. Then I go to the idea that it actually conceals the achievements. The lack of information also means information. This is the place for talented women.

What kind of information does that Pace hide thoroughly? It's also in a place called the Generic Magic Laboratory.

Possibility of successful generalization of magic.

Explained cordially, Serjan also changed her complexion when she came to the answer.

"All right, let's get the messenger out of here right away"

Once the magical generalization is achieved, and if it is put into practical use in Mortairn territory, a part of the Mortairn region can be a treasure trove of wealth at once.

The breadth is one of the best in the country, with barren but unexplored land accounting for the bulk of it, and the potential for development is extremely great. If pioneering goes on all at once, the story of going beyond the territory of Ratesh can hardly seem like a joke. If a new technology comparable to that of a large number of wizards were produced, it would cease to be a pictorial matter.

In that regard, the territory of Ratesh, which can be considered sufficiently developed and mature, is likely to be lagging behind. At the very least, there is less room for development than in the Mortairn region.

A sense of crisis strikes the Ratesh family together.

"Ask Coreton to go as a messenger... No, I'll go. Get the carriage ready."

"Are you all right?

"This is what I need to do right away. I'll take care of the territory, Serjan."

"Aye, okay."

Uncle Ratesh moves.

This news was a hunch for a big storm.