Sweet Reincarnation

"Is this the cocoa?

Slavomir, a Mortairn squire, picked a bean-like one with his thick fingers.

Slavomir is an agricultural officer in the Mortairn family, whose face is characterised by adorable wooden hair and is regarded by the women as raccoon-like and cute.

He was originally involved in livestock production on another land, but was picked up by the Mortairn family where he had become a refugee and was in distress. Among the Mortairn family clerks, it is an ancient stock, collecting trust as a brother who is said to be young but can still be relied upon.

As head of agriculture in general, a person who has notable achievements in establishing methods of growing sugar corn and in raising livestock such as goats, horses, chickens and loba and is seen as a promising candidate for future executive positions.

He is intrigued by new beans he has never known before.

They try to roll it flat in their hands, smell it, and they try it all on their own. Even here, the motion is almost somewhere, and it seems to be a complex to be told that the person is cute, but is it no longer a born talent?

Pais doesn't even care about raccoon boys like that and talks about cocoa beans.

"Isn't that unusual?

"Oh, which is rare"

Cacao beans, at least, do not exist in the Kingdom of God. Perhaps some people once existed and tried to raise them, but it is established that they have not succeeded. It is also evident from the fact that cocoa beans are not currently distributed in any way other than what Pace has.

If it is rare, it is definitely rare.

"What are we going to do with this?

"Of course, I'm going to grow it. We'll increase production as soon as we can."

"That's why they called. Are you anxious that there are not many species?

"Don't worry there. I've got a certain amount."

"Good."

A cocoa bean must be a crop because it's called a bean. I mean, if you're not even doing it the wrong way and the environment, you should be able to grow and increase it.

Except for the fact that success stories do not even exist in the Kingdom of God.

From Slavomir's point of view, Pais' impotence is not what started now. Nor is it the first time I've ever been told to grow a plant I've never seen.

Sugar corn is a good example. This is an outpatient plant that no one should have ever grown. Preparing waterways and fertilizers for use, arranging manpower, growing analogous from the environment of the place where the corn was collected, etc. Almost all of the large frames were maintained by the Mortairn family, starting with Pais, but the practical details later were the appearance of raccoon boys. What is the appropriate fertilizer distribution ratio, adding or subtracting water quantities, identifying harvest times, etc. These are trials and errors, where they have finally taken shape these days.

Likewise, cocoa beans should be grown. If I can trust Pais, I'm sure I can.

Slavomir, highly capable but not very learned, believed almost blindly in Pais. He is more of a dog than a raccoon.

"But if you can't grow it, you're in a big deficit."

"Big deficit?

"Yes, I think it's worth enough to buy a country if I do poorly, so I released just enough technology to match it. Failure to establish fertility and manufacturing technologies here would result in a spectacular investment failure. It all depends on you."

Pace's expectations are heavy.

Slavomir cannot produce everything from nothing. He doesn't have that kind of confidence himself, and he would be right as an objective assessment. The ability he has is neither the ability to make zero ten, nor even the ability to make zero one. The ability to make one ten. If Pais says he will be ten and shows zero as one, then it is his role and pride to develop from it.

So, if you fail like this one, it's a lot of pressure.

"That's a heavy load. What if it fails?"

I don't think that Pais is a bad prospect and fails. One is the fear that I will repeatedly fail and consequently fail the entire cocoa bean growing project.

But Pais smiles at Slavomir's concerns. That's not a big deal.

"Uncle Ratesh will laugh high. Because the Mortairns make a huge mistake, even though their place is sure to make a lot of money. I'm sure you'll be dancing with a cane."

"Ha."

Assuming that cocoa bean cultivation has not turned out well, it would be Uncle Ratesh, speaking of who would be happy. Other humans don't even know that the Mortairns are trying to raise something like this in the first place.

Pais has accumulated many successes so far. If we let the Great Failure prevail here, the Countess should rejoice, not in loss, but simply out of return of interest. They've been drinking scattered bitter juice, so I don't know, things like that.

If Pais succeeded in cultivating and the Mortairn family became richer, it would also benefit the Ratesh family as a spill. So, at the time the deal was supposed to be done, it makes sense to hope for cultivation success, but human emotion isn't even that simple, Pais says.

"Probably fine, though. To some extent, I know how to raise them."

Pace pushes his heartbeat that he's okay with his men who care less about failure. It's supposed to be the first unknown plant anyone's ever seen in their life, but they know how to grow it.

If you're a normal person, you don't really take this bullshit, but what you're saying is Pais, and what you're asking is Slavomir, which is slightly different in color.

Knowing how to raise them becomes the earliest prescriptive fact and deviates from questioning them.

"Where did you get that from?"

"I've known it since I was born. No, since before I was born."

"Master Pais is having a hard time figuring out jokes."

He joked about a man who believed in Pace in a way that was close to delusional, and received a statement that he thought he knew how to grow cocoa beans from the time he was just in his belly.

I won't deny the opinion that Pais would be joking either, so that's the end of the story.

"In the meantime, do you want to build a field here"

The place where Pais stands is the end of the northern part of Mortairn territory. It is the northernmost place and a rocky zone with a wide flatlands. A place that is unnaturally shattered and has sarah soil, and not even one of the pebbles, where it obviously smells like artificial manipulation.

Normally, I'm not even supposed to let you play on such a wide land, but until now, I've never let people in on this land.

Slavomir asks Pais the answer, rather than the question he wants to hear very naturally.

"Can I ask you one thing?

"Yeah, go ahead."

"What happened to the mountain that was here?

Yes, there were supposed to be mountains around the vast area that could be tall.

"There it is, isn't there?"

"To?"

Ahead of where Pace pointed, there were mountain ranges lined with mountains that grew in number or higher.

"No, magic is a convenient thing. We have quite a few people who can use [Digging]. Digged soil and rocks are transported in mass in [instantaneous movement]. Over the course of a month, the mountain moved beautifully and refreshingly."

What Pace did is a man-made sea tactic based on making magic available to anyone. Of course, it is carefully chosen by those who can keep secrets, but magic is something that can make a giant reservoir in a short period of time, even if it was originally used by one Pais. Just because there are more people who can use the same magic, it has been achieved to the point where it seems impossible and impossible to do just with people's hands.

A man who moved the mountain existed. If I told you this story seriously, no doubt, they would send me to the hospital after treating me like a lunatic or a pathetic person.

"... hey, I think I'm losing my mind"

"It's your fault. You are sane."

Slavomir held his head with a headache he had felt more than once before. It's time for a headache suspected of chronic illness, but it's hard to deal with because the cause is due to something mental. I wish I could do something about the cause, but the cause of the matter is comforting Slavomir for some reason.

In this case, Slavomir is normal that this is a strange and strange thing, and Pais insists that this is a good thing.

"Build a mountain like that. Don't you have a problem?

"Come on?"

Pais twisting his neck so tightly.

"Oh..."

Erase the mountain. Move the mountain. Build mountains. All of them are outside the realm of common sense. Is this okay? Moreover, from Slavomir's point of view, the newly built mountains are made around what was considered to be the border of the neighbouring territories. I'm not too familiar with it, but I didn't feel like I could do it diplomatically.

"It's our jurisdiction to the point of piling up in the mountains, but even if the mountains collapse from there, we're talking about neighbors"

"That's cool."

"That said, as long as we don't cross the border to dump dirt and sand, we can't let it cross the border to prevent a landslide from happening."

"Uhm."

A new mountain, made of newly dug dirt and sandstone. This stuff, it's like a sand mountain in a sandbox. If it were to collapse, it must collapse at once. If it rained, it would be out in one shot.

Even if it can be stopped from collapsing on the mortarn side, it cannot be countered until it collapses on the other side. That's a terrible story.

"We have given proper warning, and we have made no difference about anything"

"Well, I guess so."

Pais argues that he adheres to the ceasefire agreement with his neighbour. I agreed not to cross the mountain, but I don't see any wording to say don't make the mountain, nor does it say you shouldn't move the mountain.

Slavomir was half convinced that Pais told him so. In particular, we are talking about an agreement that designates mountain ranges as immovable boundaries, on the assumption that they cannot be moved in the first place, imitation that overshadows the overriding assumption is unexpectedly too much.

Is it because Slavomir also unconsciously feels around here that he doesn't interpret anything?

Assuming that we bought the land, it would not be possible through impotence to assume at the time of the contract that the boundaries that we had decided from here to here would move from ground to ground.

"The Ratesh family will help you with the magic hiding, too. It's a comforting story. As for dirt and sand, this is a temporary place. Sooner or later, they're gonna use it to fill the ocean."

"Ha."

The magic power was great, and even before, if not at all spared time and effort, massive civil works could have been done. But when it comes to why I didn't do it before, it's because I didn't want to make it public that I could use the magic of [digging] that Pace took from others.

This time, however, as a result of the transaction of magical generalized information, cooperation in concealing information was attached to the Ratesh family. This is the big one.

Even the Ratesh family decided that it would be more beneficial to "lend a powerful wizard that the Ratesh family had been sneaking away" than to be revealed that "magic has created a technology that can be used generically".

The official external announcement is that a wizard hidden in the Ratesh family was hired by the Mortairn family to erase the mountain.

It would be an extra convincing story rather than one where magic is now available to anyone. It falls to assume that where the truth has leaked, the Ratesh family made up absurd stories to distract them from the "truth".

"More than that, what matters now is to plow this place."

"Ha."

Pais with his hands wide open with a bah. At the end of his sight is but an expansive earth.

"Farming is fine in itself, but improving the soil is urgently needed. You're the only soil expert we have."

"Will that happen?"

"The land quality toward cocoa beans is slightly acidic, with good drainage. The land here is only a first-class product with good drainage, so I think we can do something about it if we make sure we fatten the land later."

"Okay."

The climate necessary for the growth of cocoa beans is the environment of high and stable average temperatures and even higher humidity. Finally a place like the jungle. The concentration of many modern cocoa regions near the equator also stems from the properties of this cocoa.

Fortunately, Path had calculated that the climate in Mortairn would grow as long as the weather was good and the temperature was high throughout the year and even the humidity could be managed. I mean, the rain is the liver.

"Later, as a characteristic of cocoa beans, you can be a shady tree"

I don't know what that means.

"Cacao doesn't grow well when the sun is too strong. We have to grow them by the shade until they are somewhat older"

"Well, that's hard."

"What we need for this is Mother Tree. I would also call it a shade tree, but you have to set a tree that grows first and makes shade for you until the cocoa grows"

"There's a tree like that, huh?

"Basically I would prefer a Mameidae plant. There seems to be a way of raising them like growing them with bananas, but our aim is only cocoa, so economics is outrageous from the edge. Harienge, or a plant close to it, should be suitable."

"Heh."

If it is a fast-growing, nitrogen-fixing, sunlight-resistant way of growing Mameidae tall trees, Slavomir is also well known. I guess it's special that we also plant cocoa together, but if harienge planting and growing trees are the basics, Pais thought that the application is to the extent that it is advantageous.

Worst of all, you can try planting cocoa in the Harienge forest near the reservoir. Use the findings there to plan a new cocoa field in front of you.

"We're going to experiment in a way that changes conditions first, but we're going to take a few years to shape fertility technology quite a bit, and then we're going to go from there to full commercial production."

"Good luck."

"I'm hoping. For now..."

"For now?

"It's raining."

It rained, and Slavomir beheaded Pais, who danced a strange, heavenly dance.