Sweet Reincarnation

Cold days. White Ash's castle was increasing in brilliance as the clear and beautiful sky expanded. In recent years, the Pirate Castle has been brilliantly visible in the city of Rateshvar, which boils well into the economy.

The castle was built when the Laetesh realm was a single country, and because of the significance of the symbol of the King's capital, it was built with great emphasis on appearance. He said that the castle, which was made by collecting copies of the technology of the time and spending at all costs the wealth made up of transactions, was known at the time of its establishment for its beauty enough to contend for one or two even on the southern continent. It is now also a tourist attraction visited by spectators, but few people know that this castle, built on a high altitude, has a practical function, like a lighthouse overlooking the far ocean. The rarity of a castle equipped with an observation deck is also part of the conflict with military secrecy.

A room in the castle where everyone looks back with admiration. In the room boasting a good outlook, Uncle Ratesh sighed.

"Ha."

The sigh on it never turns white despite the cold outside, because the fireplace in the room is brilliantly active. In a world where science and technology are medieval, some people freeze to death during the winter months without having access to firewood, but only here would be the most remote story. In the castle firewood hut, firewood for winter is stuck in the mountains.

Sometimes I hear a patchouli and something I can play.

What grievances and sighs a beautiful woman living in luxury at the fold of her finger in one of the most luxurious rooms in the world.

To the depressing appearance of his beloved wife, her husband, Serjan, shows care.

"What's the matter, is something wrong?

A husband hangs a thin blanket on his wife's shoulder when it may be getting a little cold.

"After all, Mortairn is deliberately hiding the results of his research in general purpose research."

Uncle Ratesh had moved a lot more vigorously since he got the information that Xiao Xiao Xiao was immersed in the laboratory in Mortairn. An information network stretched over Wang Du and a transmission network that accurately and quickly carries the information obtained there to Rateshvar. By using these, she has a fine grasp of the Wang capital while in the south.

He also found out that he was doing some kind of activity in the general purpose magic lab, and he also had a sense of crisis here.

Originally, the Mortairn and Ratesh families were not bad friends. Sometimes it's not a good idea to become a political enemy, but it maintains a relationship to the extent that we can forge a cooperative relationship if necessary. If we consider it an inseparable distance, it can even be considered ideal as a relationship between the aristocrats.

But that doesn't mean you're not alert to the Mortairn family. The Mortairn family is the opponent who has played the prestigious Contemporary Ratesh Uncle with her talented daughter and has been made to regret every single thing she has ever done. More precisely, it's Pastry-Mil-Morthern. How many times have you backed this silver-haired boy? Of course, there have been times when a man who wields his spicy arms as the Lord of the Great Aristocracy of Fingerfolds in the Kingdom of God is the one against whom he must be dealt with with with all his energy and with all his might.

When such a boy finds out he's immersed in generic research. And when, for some reason, I recently received a report from Generic Research that the research results were no longer reported up. In her head, she came to the conclusion that Pais was hiding significant research results. I know his boy's lack of loopholes very well, but I therefore had to conclude that.

It was the other day that we investigated generic research to convince ourselves of this suspicion. The results obtained were numerous circumstantial evidence sufficient to bring Uncle Ratesh's suspicions closer to certainty.

We don't have any hard evidence yet.

No physical or definitive evidence emerged. There is no such thing as suspicious.

Uncle Ratesh denies his subordinates' allegations with a grumpy attitude.

"That kind of thing was confirmed by the attitude of the researchers when they got into generic research."

"Really?"

"There's no such thing as a blatantly ignorant researcher."

When Uncle Ratesh boarded the general purpose research, it was the young researcher in charge of entertainment. He's a very young young man who doesn't seem strange to call himself a child, and if you ask him, he says he hasn't had time to graduate from cadet school. I mean, he's not even twenty years old yet.

Moreover, an instructor who was a mentor in the graduating year of the cadet school said that it was sometimes a pastry for the Mortairn family. Do research using a child-rearing human that can also be called your own. In terms of confidentiality, there would be no further situation. If you suspect it is suspicious, this is also splendid circumstantial evidence.

Uncle Ratesh, who suspects that generic research is actually hiding achievements, tried to shake things up against the young man.

I try the color trick of subtly pressing my chest, the takeover of trying to pile up gold coins in front of me, even the crying drop that appeals with tears to the threat that it might be harmful to something close to me. I tried to extract information using various manipulations, but ended up wasting it. The more I tried to get the information out, the harder the attitude of the youth became, and where information, rather than even public discourse, I had to give up on getting the information out.

How thoughtfully spoken.

If you really don't know, when they pile up what you want in front of you, or when you feel in danger, out of desire or retention, you're about to say something that sounds like it. Even if you let it out of your mouth, if you say something that sounds like it somehow, maybe you can have good thoughts. Or even to avoid misfortune, lie. That's what humans are for.

But I insisted that I really didn't know what I was doing. I don't know anything. I was supposed to be a newbie with no gold, but I showed it out without moving at all on a pile of gold coins, and I never moved a single eyebrow on the threat and flipped a word.

This is now unnatural.

"Didn't you just have an ethic that didn't want money or a sense of justice that didn't give in to threats"

There was originally a duty of confidentiality in the research profession. Especially if there are investors (patrons), patrons' interests are a major premise. It's not an explicitly cultured thing, but it's a thing called nature and deep-rooted insanity.

Achievements learned in the course of one's research should basically be kept quiet except by the investor. There are many people who only want results, without even giving money. Or some people just want success without taking the risk of research failure. More of these students would be detrimental to the researchers as a whole.

If accidental slipping of the mouth creates disadvantage, the person who finances it will be angry and retaliatory. First, it lacks in-laws. Only you benefit from treating the results as your own property, even though you can research and produce results thanks to the investors. No patrons can give money to researchers like this. Patrons who have lost money unilaterally will henceforth be reluctant to give money to the research field. Good annoyance for other researchers.

As the common sense of those in the research profession, there are ethics that can be described from generation to generation.

It's much smaller and the researchers have puzzles. It is the researcher's morality to be sincere where you give me money.

Is it not counterproductive, if there is a strong sense of justice, to threaten to see unfortunate results now because we do gold or if we do not?

Yes, Serjan points out.

I tried to get information on the suspicion that the patron was not Mortairn. So it's suspicious that he was holding his mouth there, but in the first place the Royal Institute has put out a flat amount of money since the Royal Family was founded. Even if the results weren't really there, he probably kept his mouth shut in the sense of loyalty to the royal family more than he was getting a budget, albeit the least.

If you were an ethically superior person, or a person bound by principles, would the same situation arise where Mortairn is thorough with his password? And isn't it hard to tell? Serjan asks his wife that.

"I suspected that, too. But there's a difference between what those“ natural ethics ”do and" silence under clear instructions. "

"Really?

"Yes."

Uncle Ratesh tells him to tell his husband.

She has been relative to various human beings for years and has had belly searches. In that experience, I've found out.

It means that in people who act according to their creed or morality, and in people who are directed to move by someone, there is a difference in action.

Specifically, differences arise in the speed of reaction until conclusions are drawn.

If you judge by your creed, you have initiative. I mean, you have to think for yourself when you make a decision.

On the other hand, a human being acting under instructions mechanically adheres to what has been said, where his judgment does not intervene.

In other words, the person being instructed reacts quickly.

For example, the gatekeeper.

If you were just told to "prevent danger". What is at stake is left to the discretion and creed of the individual. If the person you've been visiting is like letting you in the gate, you'll first think about whether that person is in danger. If a little kid says he wants to thank someone in the gate, etc., a kind person might let him in the gate.

But if they were to say, "Don't let any (whatever) pass," it would be a child, but what, but if you don't let it pass, you act consistently all the time.

When asked to put it in, it depends on the specifics of the instructions that make a difference in the speed of reaction until you answer no.

The fact that a young man at the institute insisted that he didn't know it was stubborn. The speed of that reaction. attitudes and situations. If you try Uncle Ratesh, you can even say that the suspicion has deepened.

"Again, why don't you go and let the exploration in?

If you think it's suspicious, it's a good hand to wait for it to come out. When humans lie, if they try to overlap lies with lies, the more contact they make and the more lies they lie, the more contradictions they create.

"No, you can't."

"Why? It would be basic to hear the same thing over and over again in the investigation. There may be subtle differences in the answers to the same question"

"Still no. Because the general purpose research is gone."

"What!?

Fast hitter, Serjan was impressed. I didn't expect it to look suspicious and crush the whole thing where it moved. I don't know what mechanics have moved and what conspiracies have moved, but what I do is really bold.

"If it's just circumstantial evidence, it's black."

"Then there is no doubt that the Mortairns have obtained the results of their research,"

"Yes."

If the Mortairns say they have succeeded in generalizing magic, it is important. I can't leave it behind no matter what, but it makes it difficult to deal with it. We have made an agreement in the past that we will not unnecessarily hang a little on the Mortairn family, and if it moves poorly, on the contrary, it moves to squeeze the Ratesh family using the agreement as a shield. prudence is important because unforgiving evil kids refrain from doing so around there.

"What will you do?

To my subordinates' inquiry, I contemplate the Count.

"... hostility is a fool, isn't it? It's reckless to attack someone who can't see how much they've got."

"Ranri"

Uncle Ratesh is basically a conservative person. It's not a gambler type that takes risks but chases returns. Of course, the risks to be taken carry an acceptable degree of weighting, but if they are risks that need not be taken, I support the idea of prioritizing those who reduce risk even if returns are reduced more.

It's a mentality of chasing the one you get for 10%, rather than chasing the ten you get for 70%.

In that regard, unlike her father, who loved beating and was an adventurer, it is an exclusive reputation from his men.

It is certain that Mortairn has some achievements on the current situation, perhaps magic generalisation technology. At the moment, however, where there is no certainty, it is risky to assume and move. Even if the card they hold is not useless, it may be a low handler. This one moves poorly and it's dumber to be a pig.

I'm also afraid to clearly set up a battle. I don't know how many hidden balls and bombs I have. First of all, the other party is a good negotiator, Pais. If you have a valid trump card, it should come out when it's here, and if you're not ready, you don't have to fight it.

You can't choose to stick without looking at Uncle Ratesh.

"You're a bad neutral, too. It's not going to be the same as abandoning it, but it's going to hurt a lot when I turn to the back of my hand to see from the research content of general purpose research."

I can't attack you. If so, is there at least a convenient solution in a form that has no effect on us?

There's no way that such a convenient thing would show up.

Assume that the magic generalization was successful. If Mortairn had a monopoly on that, the Mortairns would even be able to take hegemony of the world. I don't think the Mortairns have that much ambition, but if you leave them alone, the first victim is undoubtedly the adjacent southern Kingdom of God. It's also the Ratesh family, which is the largest force.

It is too much of a problem to look at and pretend not to look at.

"It's a magical generalization."

My men, and my husband, snort at Uncle Ratesh's opinion.

"Then we have to be aggressive and friendly"

"If I could, I'd like the results to be ours."

In the end, the conclusions that emerge become very unchangeable. Carry things as peacefully and secretly as possible, manage to gain certainty and further profit.

Close in with the grin, create companion positions, and coexist and prosper. This is the only way.

"It would be great if you could do that. But you don't have any trading materials."

"Yes."

As things stand, the Ratesh family has weak bills. If other ports can be used, the effect will be diminished so as to make the deal easier. It is difficult to use the trading cards held by the Ratesh family to lay new national highways and to the Mortaire family, who are in marital diplomacy with the Bombino family.

Money is out of the question. Someone who even has a business whose profits are supposed to be outrageous. I'm no longer the person I can move for half the amount I can live with. Ten years ago, even coins like a few pieces of gold put my life at risk for the Mortairn family, but there is no way I can get stuck in gold at the present time. If you can earn as much money as you want, you're the one who can speak Australian.

"Explore Mortairn more than ever. Do something to grasp the weakness."

"Understood."

We have to do something.

Uncle Ratesh was in a hurry.