Sweet Reincarnation

"Boy's out of his mind?

In Mortairn's office, Sgt. Shiites was listening to reports from his men.

It is the vault number Nicolo, named Treasury Officer, who has been reporting. He is often in a work mansion and basically has many opportunities to meet Shiites face to face because he is indoor.

That came all the way here to anticipate the timing, because the content was the content.

Pais went crazy.

This report, together with criticism of the main muscle, can also be taken. It is such a statement that if your subordinates are in a house of tight control, they will be subject to immediate punishment. Anyway, it's like accusing the next lord of making a bad speech.

No matter how loose the Mortairn family is in the relationship between the upper and lower parts of their hands, it cannot be done where the person in question is in common sense. That's why I've been aiming for moments when the lord of the office isn't here.

"No, with rumors going on like that..."

"Then I'll be fine. He's been crazy since he was born."

"Huh?"

But Nicolo's concern is unnecessary in the first place. Shiites hangs up and throws it away. From the former, the chief squire himself is scattered about the dominant casserole and his son, Pais. If loyalty is genuine, a house far from narrow enough to punish with some light-heartedness or irony is the Mortairn family.

"That's what I and the Admiral came to when they settled my thoughts and kept bothering me. It's impossible to understand the whole idea of a boy."

"Ha."

Pace may have gone crazy. If so, it's already weird since birth in the first place. Has there ever been a moment since at least I started talking attentively, when Pace's head became “normal”? No, I don't.

At least as far as Shiites knows, I've never worried about this guy being okay with his head, like when he was normal. If you open your mouth, you're insane, if you disappear, you make sweets, there's always a place in trouble, and it's Pastry-Mill-Morthern who skips up both two and three of a person's imaginations.

"It's also Zara that after taking a long time, the big adults were all there to argue and finally figured out their intentions after the results... Well, think of it as something like that already. Trouble with decency, you'll balk."

The world, he said, balds when stressed out. It's not like there's any medical basis, but in the Mortairn family, it's become natural and that kind of common sense about who said it. It seems a theory that disturbing your mind tends to make you ill, and ill health increases hair loss.

Assuming, however deeply contemplated, what Pace would do, the squire affirmed that he would be bald due to overuse of his head.

"You're still okay."

"I don't know, man. I used to have hair in those glasses."

"Especially these days, Mr. Glasage, isn't it?"

Grassage is an ancient stock as a squire, a year in which there are already adult children. Though his body is working out, his belly has come out, and his head retraction is particularly noticeable these days. The area of the forehead has increased and has become slightly shaped to look like an alphabetical M.

We care about that too, but the fact that the main cause of stress is on the hands of our own children is a common denominator. They still had a lot of damage to their hair as a result of new recent events in their memory, when their own children soaked up a stumbling block that would make their territory noisy. Lost roots will not be resurrected unless they are also magical.

Our mourning roots are deep. In that regard, Shiites is completely other HR because his hair is blocked for his age.

"He must be stressed. So, were you talking about Boy?

Shiitz, who realizes the story was a little out of line, returns Nicolo's story to the point.

"Yes, Master Pastry has started something strange."

A young man nods forcefully. He argues that the usual human being who does funny things has done strange things even more in circles.

"Now what have you done?

"I built up firewood in the square of Thursden to set fire to it and started a strange dance around it. I told everyone to dance as well... and the area around the square has a different vibe."

He said he burned the fire brilliantly, like a campfire, and started a strange dance that became Bon au Dolly.

Along with the grand music, whilst circling around the fire, do gestures and handshakes like you've never seen before, which then seem to have some sort of legality, and match it to the music. When it comes to dancing, it is too heterogeneous in the tradition of the Kingdom of God, a dance that feels somewhere intercultural.

It is a heterogeneous dance, bizarre music, imposition on the surroundings, a unique atmosphere and all in all a suspicious activity.

Too much circumstantial evidence for Nicolo to decide that Pace's gone crazy.

"What's the boy saying?

"Because it's a rain begging dance..."

"I see. Is that what this is about?"

In Nicolo's words, Shiites somehow found out that what Pais wanted to do was exactly what he was trying to do. Around here, I guess some things are called the breathing of an abalone that I've been dating for years.

"Huh? You know what I mean!!

"So you're a rain beggar, aren't you?

"Yes. That's what you're saying. But I don't think it rains in such a ritual"

Occult superstitions are common in the world. Seriously, the occult of believing in invisible power and causality is quite deeply spread just because there is a real magic.

Nicolo also knows a few superstitions that are passed down in old folk heirlooms, such as that planting moldy cheese in the garden produces bread trees, or that if you sacrifice only seven times seven snakes to sacrifice them, your hateful opponent dies sick.

He is, fortunately, the incensed man of Pais. I understood how superstition was ridiculously irrational.

But this time, and more importantly, it seems that Pais is taking the lead in defusing superstition. What the hell is this?

No way, you really don't think it's gonna dance and rain, and Nicolo stuffs up in Shiites.

"You bet. If it were to burn fire and dance and rain, it would be the end of 20 years for me and the Admiral. It's raining like that!!

Dan, and Shiites slapping the desk.

How many hundreds of times have you once been plagued by the territory of Caracalla, where there is no water or air, when you moved to Mortarn territory? That is why we have tried to solve the water shortage problem with all our hands, relying on even the occult kind. Now, if it is resolved to the extent that it has danced a bit, Shiites' previous struggles will not be rewarded.

"Then you say it's no use?

"No, it rains. If the boy said he was begging for rain, he'd go down."

But Shiites assures me that it will rain more than Pais begged for rain.

If you try Nicolo, you're in the mood for what you're talking about.

"... aren't you conflicted?

"I didn't. Shall I explain it to you in order?

"Yes."

I have trouble being only convinced by Shiites. Nicolo wants to convince himself, too, because it's a story he brought in in the first place. This would be true, and emotionally natural.

In a slightly mundane way, the squire chief speaks to his young men.

"First of all, you know it rarely rains on Mortern territory in the first place, right?

"Yes."

Precipitation in Mortarn territory is almost entirely in the first few decades of spring only. Otherwise there will be no rain first, and the spreading land of the dry earth is Mortairn territory.

"The reason for this is because we're surrounded by high mountains all the way around. We only blow the air because it rains when the wind crosses the mountain. It's for sale."

"Really?"

"It seems so. In fact, I hear the weather changes when you cross the mountain, and I checked with the scholars, so I'm pretty sure. I'm telling you, why would a boy know that? I'll leave that alone."

"Yes."

Wind hits the mountains more than a thousand meters, and as the air crosses the mountains, the temperature of the air drops as the altitude rises, the moisture solidifies and it rains by exceeding a certain level. It is a principle very similar to rain occurring at elevated airflow or low pressure.

Conversely, as we descend the mountain, the temperature of the air rises and the humidity decreases relative. Especially when air containing only less than a certain amount of moisture descends down the mountain, the phenomenon of high temperatures caused by grated winds, the so-called Fern phenomenon, occurs.

Wet air almost never crosses the mountain range when it comes to the 4,000-metre mountains, such as those around Mortairn. In other words, the land where the fern phenomenon occurs all year round is Mortaire territory.

With the exception of spring tips, where the difference in warmth between the top of the mountain and the plains becomes an extremely special environment, there is no rain in Mortairn.

Instead, there is an extremely abundant vegetation around Mortarn territory. east of the Riptauer Knight's Territory beyond the mountain range, to the territory of Ratesh. Rich rainfall and land blessed with rivers that never wither. The south is also the barn zone.

It does not rain in Mortarn territory and there is extra rain in the mountains around it. This was the environment surrounding Mortairn.

Until now it has been.

"It doesn't rain because there are mountains. Then you just have to lose the mountain... that's the boy's opinion"

I give up that there is nothing I can do because there are mountains. This is the idea of a normal adult. Common sense of the Divine Kingdom people.

But a guy named Pace is different. If there is a mountain out of the way, I think we should lose it. And it would be insane to have carried it out.

"Such a stupid story..."

"It is the boy who has come to make it possible to tell an impossible story. Though he would still be common sense enough to sharpen the mountains. Get used to it."

"Ha."

Aside from calling wizards and awesome mercenaries ordinary people, Payce is the big dumb bastard under the heavens who has sporadically softened what he wouldn't do if he were a very common adult. Confectionery fools are talented if they push through as well.

To suddenly make sugar to make confectionery a major industry, and to tell you to turn it off because the mountains are in the way. Similar or closer in terms of insanity. If I dare say so, would confectionery be more insane? The mountains are in the way, I wish they weren't, and stories like that have also been exchanged between Casserole and Shiites. I've never been serious, but it's a joke.

"In other words, the current state of clean and refreshed northern mountains, the entire Mortairn, will have a climate similar to that of the Devil's Forest... it is possible. At least it's going to rain."

To the north of Mortairn lies an oversized large forest called the Devil's Forest across the mountain range. If we break through here, we will not be able to travel directly to the western part of the kingdom of God or to the king's capital, but there are no examples of success in challenging the past. Swallow people and never return them. Therefore the Devil's Forest.

Now the mountain ranges that separated the Devil's Forest from Mortairn territory were lost by the hands of Pais. This means that only the same rain as the Devil's Forest will begin to fall on Mortairn territory.

Isn't that amazing?

"It's amazing. That's why it's a problem. If it doesn't rain here, how does it look from elsewhere? I've decided to tell you how it started to rain, and you'll blame us for the bad weather."

"Indeed."

It'll start raining on land that hasn't been raining before. This is impossible, such as a warrant, so it will spread to the neighborhood sooner or later.

Even here, and what will happen when the land stops raining? Even if it were a land with no ties or affiliations with Mortaire territory, the spearhead of condemnation would be pointed as a good body transfer of responsibility. Whatever, we're talking about land that stopped raining and land that started raining. No matter how irrelevant the Mortairns claim, the third party's impressively poor minutes.

Also, there are people who want to know why it started raining. In a world where the vast majority of people don't even think of it or know it, such as when the mountains were controlling the rain, if anything strange, they would be able to put in an exploration that there must be some kind of secret.

You just have to explore. But if you can't find out that the changed environment is the cause of the rain and you want “visible secrets” such as magic or technology. Where Mortairn insisted that there was nothing like that, it's not necessarily for you to believe. If they think there is a secret, every troublemaker of intimidation, kidnapping, military clashes and intimidation will come in group guests.

"But when it comes to the magic candy that's lost the mountain, we have to keep it a secret."

If it leaks, it must be a war line.

Magic candy is, in polar terms, a wizard's alternative. If it is Pais or Caserol or Shiites, or the wizard can use his magic, the same can be reproduced without it.

But if you try to be a non-wizard person, it becomes the only magic activation means. If you think that this will allow you to use the "magic that rains," etc., it will already rain blood around the water.

"So we need to stick to" whoever sees it is stupid ”the cause of the rain. First of all, the boy messed with it. It rains. At that time, externally, suppose“ I danced with a rain beggar and it came down ”. This will make it easier to deal with claims."

I can't hide that it's starting to rain.

Then let's have a reason why it's starting to rain. Here's what Pace's idea is. I don't want to explain the real reason or anything, and it's not necessarily something you can explain and understand.

Common people believe in what is easy to understand and visible. You would call it a rainy dance, and if it actually rained, you would believe that a rainy dance was the only thing that worked.

Pais is not dancing believing in superstition. I'm dancing because I want you to believe in superstition.

"I see!! Even if you want me to tell you how, you can keep telling me."

"Huh?"

Nicolo exclaimed.

I deepen my respect that I will not reach the bottom of Pais's deep thoughts and the insight of the squire chief who perceived it without being told.

It doesn't change that Pais is out of his mind.

"I mean, what Master Pastry is doing is blind?

"There will be many other reasons. We have other intelligence agents rotting right now. The guys who are looking into Boy's magic will be evil pushing me that the dance might have something to do with Boy's magic, and if we involve the people around us, consider the possibility that“ someone we were dancing with ”was raining from intelligence sources. If we hire those young guys like that later, they'll take it upon themselves to mistake him for a wizard. What are you telling the young people in the village about the dancing costumes and the disguise? It will be harassment of the side to look into. I thought you might have a secret."

"I see."

Even if it turns out that the secret of rain isn't in the rain dance, it should be hard to find out the real reason from there. This look-alike thing is scattered around, and it's all going to be a reason. Intelligences will do their best to investigate. Without even knowing it would be in vain.

"From the people in the village, it would mean a festival, and it would be a tourist resource if it were rooted as an event. Boy would be thinking about that. Gather people in the square and make them festive. Look around the Nata Chamber of Commerce later. You're gonna see Hokuhoku-faced Deco, right? They're going to pay me with a rubber. Never will be."

From what Shiitz sees, Pais doesn't dance just because he's blind. It's not Pais exaggerating things with such a simple motive.

Measures to bring people together, collect money and continue it by daring to stand out. It is Payce's fashion not to wake up for free even if he falls.

"In the meantime, this means we're another step forward. I've been suffering from water shortages for more than two decades. I feel like I'm going to lose my hardship. I'm gonna cry."

Because I've worked so hard, me and Shiitz wipe the seeping tears. If you don't think you'll ever run out of water in the future, that's what makes you so happy that you want to dance. Shiitz thinks it's enough to dance with Pais straight away. My body movement was slightly suspicious because I thought of something evil.

"Uh... congratulations?

"Why are you doubtful?"

Now the squire is out of his mind. And Nicolo went out to his throat. Being able to swallow words is a rare fine play for him.

"Excuse me. Uh, so what do we do in the future?

"Have you heard anything from the boy?

"We're expanding our confectionery business now more than ever, so we need to arrange..."

The reason Pais craved rain wasn't because he wanted to dance anything.

Because there is a new product that has a feeling of an unprecedented hit. There is only one such thing as sweets that are made by mass-producing cocoa beans.

We need to expand our confectionery business. That's what Pais was judging. Nicolo has also been instructed to do so.

"Then you do what you're told. We're gonna be busy."

"I will try!!

The day after Nicolo held his fist with determination.

It started raining in Mortairn territory.