Sweet Reincarnation

That day, Pais was visiting his father.

with the good news that we have solved the biggest problem in Mortairn territory. With the news that it rained.

"Pais, well done"

Casserole, who had received only a brief overview in advance, had shown so much joy that she rarely saw it when welcoming her son. Daily heroes of a country known for its calm settling are amazing floating, showing joy and holding up their sons, swinging and praising them.

This was also, biased, a testament to how much patience and patience we have been forced to endure.

"As lord's deputy, I just did my job, Father."

"Even I, the lord, couldn't help the rain. A great achievement has been the fundamental solution to the biggest problem in Mortairn territory, which has been troubling us for many years. Again, you did well."

"Yes."

Casserole has lived a turbulent life since she was able to use magic when she was an adult. Sometimes I have wanted to escape many difficult questions before, and I have experienced things like falling into a state of absolute desperation and gaining a life in nine deaths.

A proud self to my trusted companions, my beloved family, my trusted comrades. Most of the problems were something that could have been worked out if we had joined forces around and worked hard with guts.

But there are problems that cannot be solved by magic, by money, by the cooperation of fellow citizens or by love. One of them was the weather problem. No matter how good the casserole is, how convenient the magic is, and how many of my people help me, the weather is not the only thing I'm free to do.

I thought so and gave up.

Why is it not raining in Mortarn territory? When I found out why it was because I was surrounded by mountains, hope arose.

And today, with the wonderful work of my beloved son, the sunny Mortairn realm wiped out its worst and greatest concern. Can I not be pleased with this?

A floating, possibly skipping, casserole that strokes my son's head. Pais' hair is already so shaky that she mistakenly sees it as a mop.

"That's all the credit. You have to think about one of your rewards."

The military-like idea pops up in an upbeat mood where the nose song is about to pop. The Prize Punishment is where Takemen stand, and it is the fundamentals of the military to punish sinners and reward them for their merits.

It wasn't possible on its own, it was a huge feat. I fulfilled more than enough of my duties as a Lords proxy. This is to be commended, of course, so we should raise some specific rewards.

Casserole asked her son what he wanted.

"Then make sure you have time to make sweets!! Specifically a week or so!! And a penny to buy sweet ingredients!!

Of course, it's Sweets that wants Pace.

Most of all, he complains that he wants time for his hobby because he loves making sweets. In addition, there is no way to confuse the public and private sectors with the Lords' Agent, so in order to make the sweets of your choice, you can put your hands forward with a piece of gold (Pleas) that is different from the budget of the territorial government.

"A week? Cash?"

After all, I was just ready to be asked for something more awesome, which was in a way a clap out. I felt too whispered for my unprecedented feat.

"I haven't been able to make sweets at all lately. Your arms will rust. Gibmee chocolate!!"

But it's more important to Pace than that. If you have a cocoa in front of you and you can take the time to try it, you should be able to make chocolate.

No matter how pasty they are, they have little experience making chocolate from cocoa beans. This would be more of a chocolate maker's job than a confectioner. During Valentine's Day, for example, no one crushes cocoa beans, even if chocolate is boiled or blended.

Even if you are confident in identifying the good and bad chocolate, you are not confident in creating the chocolate you want instantly from your cocoa. So far.

That's why time and money to get cocoa.

I have knowledge of what chocolate needs. I also know I can make it from cocoa beans. I want trial and error time and materials. I want. I want.

Pais is already accumulating frustrations close to withdrawal symptoms. Gibmee chocolate shouts are soul shouts.

I asked my father for money and time as my hot rolling heart asked.

"... I don't know, should I think of it as a special vacation and a lump sum?

"Yes, definitely."

Something called exhilarating and excited momentum also seems to calm the outdoors when you see people who are more excited than you are.

A suddenly calm casserole interprets Pace's wishes by chewing them himself.

"Okay. I was going to take a vacation, too, and I guess I should go back to the territory about once a year. In the meantime, you can do whatever you want."

"Thanks!!

Viva chocolate!!

And I saw my son jumping around screaming, and as usual, it was a sigh of casserole.

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In the Pirate Castle of the Réteche Territorial Capital, the lord Briosh was carrying out his affairs.

"Rio, Mortairn contacted me and my luggage arrived"

Her office has a limited number of people who can enter. No one of lower status or rank shall be allowed in. There are stricter rules of operation than being a woman.

Neither will the baggage be received nor delivered directly to the office. Once received elsewhere, it is a system whereby the rightful man delivers to Uncle Ratesh.

The luggage my husband carried for me. Besides, the sender said it was Mortairn. Someone I was bored with the other day. I try to confirm the gift by stopping the clerical hand as to what I have been giving you.

"Oh, that's unusual. Maybe it's an example."

The example is about the magical generalization that accompanies magical candy and its cover-up. It was the basic agreement that the Morteinese family would release information only to the Ratesh family, and that the Ratesh family would pay consideration to the Morteinese family and cooperate more actively in concealing the information.

I'm going to pack the details, but I let him open the box, saying maybe he sent something as part of it.

"You're a treat for luggage. Is it pie?"

Having seen the contents, Serjan was struck by the impression that the contents were sweets because they were to be seen.

"You smell sweet and good. I wonder if you can make it."

Smells sweet, along with a little smell I can't smell. It also smells like fragrant baked pie dough. What an appetite-stimulating smell that makes my stomach squeak.

"Sounds like it. Does this mean you're not going to hide that [instant travel] can be used against us at the earliest?

What are you giving me this stuff for? Where is the intention? There are endless questions. I'm just thinking that if Mortairn were a normal nobleman, this would just be in a good mood, but it's his boy who just doesn't seem to be the reason. I'm surprised you can't just be cautious.

First of all, it is strange that we have brought such baked hocahoka pies from Mortaire territory.

How did you do it? Probably used [instant travel], but if so, “who” used magic? The human being who brought it in was not Baron Mortairn. What this place means.

Whatever, it would be a meaningful way to do it.

"At the time we talked about it, there were a few things that a silver-haired boy could do with one or two extras of magic."

"Sure. Because we're going to be able to do the same."

Successfully generalized magic. Of course, it wasn't all magic, and so far, it was just [instant travel]. It is not Uncle Ratesh who receives this story in denomination, but rather that there is something further hidden. Isn't that reservoir suspicious in the first place, which I saw when I went to Mortairn territory? It's more unreasonable that I made that stuff without magic.

It comes to the possibility that Pace can use more than one magic. Uncle Ratesh would not have made that difficult.

Most importantly, the value of information that an individual can use more than one magic. Until now, it would have been worth a thousand gold.

But now that the generalization of magic has become a fact, the value of information has diminished because more than one person can use magic can mass produce it. I guess it's no longer something I desperately deny and hide, even as a Mortairn family.

"It's a huge achievement just to have the information finalized."

"Oh. The only thing you got over there is beans?

Looking at the content of the negotiations on this matter, what the Ratesh family has gained is significant. We now have exclusive access to important technologies that should be the liver of technological innovation in the world.

By analogy, it's close to monopolizing internal combustion engine technology in the industrial revolution. Without joking, I can aim for world hegemony.

vs. what the Mortairn family got. Aside from the fact that we originally developed an important technology, the Ratesh family cooperated in concealing it and craved beans that we didn't know well.

According to Sergian sensation, even though beans become specialties, it seems to be the level of error due to the seriousness of things. Then essentially what the Mortairn family got would be the cooperation of the Ratesh family.

Of course, I don't think this will benefit the Mortairn family. But it seems defensive thinking in one way or another. Compared to the Ratesh family getting such a huge plus by attacking the offense, the Mortairns seem to be trying to consolidate their protection into a bee and prevent the downside somehow.

defenses to avoid downside and beans of marginally positive real benefits. Isn't this the only thing the Mortairns got in the negotiations?

"Our cooperation wasn't explicit either, but I'm sure you're putting it in. But as far as we're concerned, we have to do everything in our power to keep Mortairn's information secret."

For once, the details of the negotiations are supposed to be at a later date, and the part about how far cooperation will go is not packed up either. Now that we have the information, if we are prepared to betray the trust of the Mortairn family, it is also possible to leave our cooperation in hiding behind and spread the word.

But I won't do that, no, Uncle Ratesh says I can't.

"Why? It's information that will produce tremendous profits. If you go anywhere else, you'll make a profit."

That's a lot of information, even from Seljan. There won't be nobles who don't want it. Diversion as one of the negotiating materials should further scratch the huge profits from other houses.

"Because it's more profitable to actively cooperate in secrecy than to benefit from it. Example technology, Mortairn holds the root. We are only in a position to have it wholesale as a priority. Unless we can replicate the same thing."

"Hmm."

This information, in fact, has liver in the fact that the Mortairn family has established production techniques.

If you just mean the knowledge that "this is possible," then any sideflow is unavoidable. Because it is not something that can be hidden through the future.

But if a bump actually exists, the opponent is one-on-one until an alternative can be made. It has to be a system of seller absolute advantage. It is foolish to undermine the seller's mood here, the Count thinks.

"Beyond being the Lord and our obedience, it is advantageous to change obedience as much as there is. It's a mystery why you wanted the example beans, but you can also get them, for example, via Bombino."

"Indeed."

It's a foreign bean. It is a very difficult thing to obtain, and with the power of the Ratesh family, it can be said to have been obtained, but it is not impossible for anyone other than the Ratesh family to obtain it.

I mean, there are alternatives.

"If we want to make a profit, we'd better be able to trade exclusively. Then it is better to keep this information thoroughly secret, our monopoly continues. I really hate you. Something I feel rolled over my hands after all."

"Still, it would be big enough to get stuff ahead of other houses"

"That's right..."

It was a deal that left something unexplained.

Even though I have not made it clear, I have to cooperate with the other person's intentions, and I should have gotten this one unilaterally, but something will remain somewhere to catch on.

"In the meantime, it's for the corner. Let's eat while it's delicious. Somebody!!

Pie treats taste better when baked. It was also a shame to turn it into a cold pie, so Serjan called a servant.

A samurai, who had refrained from being in a separate room, comes instantly.

"Yes, sir"

"Ask for tea. Will you make sure it fits the sweet treat"

"I'm in awe"

The Laity of the House of Ratesh is first-class. I didn't spend as much time and the tea was ready.

"Oh, delicious treats."

"Chocolate, they say. It's self-confidence, so it's a delicacy."

The Count also enjoys the aroma and flavour of tea, while turning his attention to the letter that was accompanied by a gift.

Her face gets more rugged as she reads the contents.

I see. This is a big problem.

Upon finishing reading the letter, Uncle Ratesh rubs his stiff brow apart.

"What did it say?

"The Mortarn realm is connected to the Devil's Forest."

To my husband's inquiry, my wife squeaks.

"What do you mean? There would have been a mountain range between it and the Devil's Forest. Did you even bother to build a road to the woods?

"How good would that have been"

"What do you mean?"

They moved the mountain.

"What?"

Serjan doubted his ears.

"He said he moved the mountain. You do incredible things like that."

"No... can you do that?

To parable, one day Mount Fuji was moving to Izu, a level story like that. It would be more common sense to cut and throw away the absurdity.

It is unlikely in common sense that something beyond people's knowledge is magic, but if there would be a limit to doing so, Sergian cannot hide his consternation.

"Normally, I would cut it off and throw it away. That boy came all the way out here to let me know, so I'm not lying."

"Wow, I can't say anything else"

Breaking, out of standard, insane, I don't know what it is, but every word feels like a shortage. It is surprising that there were people who genuinely realized, not delusions, imitations that would alter the terrain.

"This is outrageous, and we need to help conceal information. The wizard we were hiding told me to do what we did."

One of the details of the request and negotiation from the Mortairn family was a proposal to let the House of Ratesh keep an awesome wizard hidden.

Indeed, it is more convincing and believable to have an amazing wizard than the impact of developing new technologies that allow everyone to use magic.

Uncle Ratesh also admires how so-so it came to mind.

"Are you going to cooperate?

"Of course. It's good to be deterrent."

If you become as landlord as the Ratesh family, you have many enemies. If the existence of a “hidden amazing wizard” becomes a rumor here, the enemy will surely constrict. You should pull your neck in and grow up, at least until you know who you are.

Magic that moved one mountain. Being unidentified, but only present in fact, it is nothing more than fear for a hostile human being. In the diplomatic arena, even just to make it smell light, concessions might be able to be drawn.

The Ratesh family also has many advantages.

"The question is, why did you do that..."

What bothers me is why did you do such a conspicuous imitation of the mountain? I don't think I did it without thinking about it, but I'm not sure where the intent is. I don't even think he just gave me a souvenir to the Ratesh family, but why did he flaunt it?

"Hmm, does it still have something to do with example beans?

"Might be"

I have a feeling I haven't read through Pace's thoughts. As for Uncle Ratesh, I only pray that the pitfalls are not hidden in the thoughts of both houses, which were miserable.

In front of her like that, a pie of chocolate shows.

"This is my first treat to eat, but how do you make it..."

Gachan, and makes a loud noise, and the tea vessel is placed abusively.

"What's up?

"They did it!!

Serjan sounded worried at Uncle Ratesh, who looked in a hurry.

"What the hell? What was done?

"This treat is made from those beans!!

Uncle Ratesh noticed. The identity of the cocoa beans. At the end of the process, it's called chocolate.

"Huh? Is that what you can make such a delicious treat yesterday?

"I can do that...... no I'm sure I knew it was worth it from the start!!

From cocoa beans to chocolate, I can make such a delicious treat. It was because I knew that that Pais was so greedy. I wanted it until I gave you the information. For the cocoa beans, I erased one mountain and showed it to them. Thinking about it, don't all Tsujitsu fit?

"Then... that deal, maybe, has a hell of a back?

"Immediate action!! Serjan, hurry!!

"Oh, wow."

Uncle Ratesh moved out for an emergency meeting.

What is left is a ready to eat chocolate pie.

Chocolate pie that has been abandoned and has become a floating form in the universe.

That too delicious became a rumor, and there's going to be one commotion, but that's a different story.