Sweet Reincarnation

Winter is a season of socialisation if it is Wang Du.

A fun season with laughter and tears, with noble people gathering in cold farming hours to deepen their intimacy with laughter in warm places, while conspiracies swirl blacker behind them.

The Mortairns should also be very busy socializing if they were meant to be. The most talked about house right now, where the heroes that the world has heard are the dominant ones, have so much momentum in recent years that they rarely see it, and make so much money that the vault is about to overflow. It is natural for every aristocrat to send out invitations and make an effort to get as fat as they can, no matter how trivial the edge. Even a perfectly red person, such as the one whose son was taken care of by a friend of Casserole's grandfather's, insists on meeting him.

Because of that appearance, the Mortairns would be busy every day. Though it is often thought that, unexpectedly, the main Mortarn territory was not.

It is time for nobles to gather in Wang Du to socialize from the former. [Momentary travel] But unless you can use it, no one bothered to visit Mortairn territory, and there were many visitors everyday, creating a situation that could also be called idle.

For that matter, Baron Casserole, who resides in the King's Capital, and his wife Aniez, are probably busy, but the young couple in the Mortairn family enjoyed their tea perfectly, saying that their parents' hardship had nothing to do with their children.

"This is delicious."

Pace picks baked sweets that were placed on a plate and leaks rustic thoughts.

"It would be better if Mr. Pais made it, though."

Was my husband happy with his words, Liquorice replied, laughing lightly.

The baked confectionery, which Pais described as delicious, is handmade by Liquorice. As for confectionery, Liquorice can not originally make as many varieties, but only baked confectionery can be made with confidence. Because it's also direct from Pais, and most importantly, because it's a good dish that I've been baking more than once.

Liquorice cookies are premier priced enough to come with super in the world. Pais is an all-you-can-eat privilege for her husband.

Pais picking and eating another one, saying it's delicious and delicious.

Liquorice shows the virtue of humility that Pace's making tastes better, but for her husband that is what too much humility is.

"That's not true. Be confident that Rico's handmade cookies are the best in the world"

"The best thing in the world is too much."

My wife's hand cooking is the best in the world.

If this is all, it's just love. As sincerely as I can say this word, Pais is a man of the Mortairn family with strong family love.

Liquorice has the same smile on the smile of Pais, who smiles and cheers, and the atmosphere in which the conversation takes place is very warm.

"Really? Even in the social world these days, just because a souvenir is Rico's cookie is a spectacular battle, isn't it? You see, during this time, when Viscount Haphorn called me to interrupt, I was surrounded by a lot of people the moment I said that handmade souvenirs were Rico's handmade baked sweets."

But Pace's wife's proud love affair isn't entirely unfounded either. At any rate, in the culinary confrontation with the Ratesh family, it is the only confection offered by the Mortairn family, a triumphant confection and a tattooed confection of the king.

Until now, it is the Licorice cookies that have been planted without attempting to recognize the peak brand to the Kingdom of God, who did not know what a luxury strategy was, let alone even the value of the brand.

Undisputed, being the only and best brand confection in the world, Pace picks another baked confection.

"That one surprised me. I heard the Viscounts of Haphorn have a lot of children, but when they are actually surrounded by a large crowd, who is who..."

"We had the same face lined up."

A specialty of the Viscount of Haphorn is a child.

And to the extent that it is rumored by the world, the Haphorn family is famous for its many children.

A generational policy of actively embracing side rooms and a family style that having children is a good thing. An environment that focuses on raising children and a medical environment that is quite high in the Kingdom of God. There are many reasons why it can be a lot of children.

Furthermore, the high level of education given to children and the generation of talented people with that education. This is the source of the power that pushed the Haphorns up to the Viscounts (all of them).

There are many reasons why we retain our status as Viscounts, but the factor remains the same that the basic part is the multitude of children of our masters from generation to generation, and what emerges from it is the multitude of human beings on the edge of the Haphorns.

Anyway, the survival strategy of a truly unusual generation is finally famous: having kids all over the place, raising them with effort, sending them here and there, and increasing their influence.

Strategies to increase the number of children to survive are not uncommon in the animal world. The more children there are, especially at the bottom of the ecosystem.

It is a similar story within the aristocratic society, and although the influence of the Viscount Haphorn family is commensurate with it, it never extends beyond a certain amount. Instead of having extraordinary strength, the family style of compensating with numbers. In a sense, it is the opposite of the Mortairn family.

The Mortairn family is one of those houses that hangs out with each other for once, and sometimes they invite you to parties with something, but that's tough. Anyway, it tends to be a really stinky party where most of the people involved are relatives.

Haphorn family blood muscles, right or left. That's because there's a similar face here already, and if you get confused about who the person you just greeted was, you have no idea.

The people of the tsura, who were similar as if they had worn them on their faces, turn in the same direction at the same time and kill them into one handicraft. It's like a panic horror.

Liquorice, even though she was listening, was so hard to maintain a smile when she saw the actual scene.

"I was surrounded by my nephews when I disturbed the Herskivi family in other ways..."

The Herskivi family is part of the Mortairn family. As the daughter-in-law of Pais's sister and one of the few relatives of the Mortairn family in the past who cut off from her parents' home.

It feels somewhat remote if you look at it from Liquorice, so it's a house where you never had to be actively involved with yourself.

But not because Liquorice was pulling a step back, when it comes to caring around. Rather, the celebrity in question means that people get together whenever they have the opportunity. If there is a handicraft, it is not necessary.

If you look at her with a more intriguing temperament than the original one, the “sweet crepe offense” of the little ones, who gather around like relatives' sisters, etc., had nothing but wanderings.

I can't treat my nephew or niece coarsely though my in-laws. Or, I can't let my cookies that I brought into the souvenir cause me to fight.

It's a new story in my memory that got me pretty tired until Pace got around to dealing with it.

"It's already good..."

"You mean my wife is good at making sweets. I'm a proud wife."

"Ugh..."

Pais' wife boasts that Liquorice is blushing.

It's not like I don't like making sweets, and I'm happy to be told that what I made is delicious, but it's a hassle to lift it up extraordinarily and be praised for being the best in the world.

Chuckling and laughing, Pace keeps enough of his wife to sneer.

"Yes, when it comes to a wife who makes sweets well, Sister Jose's reputation is rumored to mean she makes sweets well,"

Is it a help boat? Pais switches the topic to something else.

Sister of Pais, who is also familiar as Licorice. About Jose. About Josephine. We lived together at one time, and for Liquorice we can be considered the closest Mortairn family person, except for Pais.

She had already been married to the Viscount Bombino family and had now left Mortaire territory.

The engagement reception was originally flashy, but the wedding said it went to the qualities. The rumor is that the young couple are not attending the wedding.

There are a number of reasons why I didn't participate, but one is the stirring of the hostile forces.

To an event where the date and time are perfectly leaked beforehand, all the Mortairns have gathered to avoid the risk of emptying the territory besides.

Something else, that needed to be balanced. Uranta, the groom, has no parents or grandparents. Already registered. There were also a few people who were cut off from the inheritance of the house, and there was nothing on the Bombino family's side that could be called relatives. A situation where one side calls in a lot of relatives and there are a lot of invitees, but the other one has few invitees. This obviously becomes the wrong message to make you aware of the upward and downward relationship.

So we discussed in both houses to avoid daring to call the big bill named Pais in order to strike a balance and preserve his aristocratic decency. The Bombino family side is small, but the Mortairn family side is devoid of important figures. It is perhaps the product of political considerations that this can be balanced.

I was convinced that these circumstances, such as the Pace winner and the casserole, or the Bombino family and Jose, were the ones who ate the price of Rico.

If I could, I would have liked to be at the sunny ceremony of my good sister-in-law, even if I was a little stubborn.

"You showed off handmade treats at the wedding, didn't you?"

Jose is pre-trained at the time of the dowry. This is the first marriage for the Mortairn family to have their daughter-in-law in a house of more standing than ours. Anise, my troubled mother, developed worry in her marriage, and when she made Jose look like a lovely daughter-in-law, she strained and became a special training for dowry training. Speaking of what special training, make sweets. For the old woman and daughter, who are not comfortable with a lot of feminine things, the only area in which even the blade is disguised as such was cooking. There was also the cooperation of a strong ally named Pais, who managed to remember one of the simple treats and specially trained him until he could make it.

Pais says it was really hard, but this is for the record.

As far as Rico can tell, Jose's pre-dowry special training played a role. He behaved dignified in handicrafting at the first unveiling, and earned the reputation of a good wife in confectionery making. Even if you can only make one kind of confectionery, if it doesn't find out, you can cook well through it. It's a good place to stick, but it's far better than starting with bad reputation. It was a care to be able to have a slightly better marriage, and I guess it was the kindness of Anise, who was socializing in a scattered bad reputation.

As an overnight marination before the dowry, Pais taught him how to make cattle curls, but Rico is also present at the scene. Just to know the special training, it's good news that the results are good.

"Yep. Just one thing, teaching me how to make sweets was a tough one, but I think it was worth the effort. I hear the Bombino family got a good daughter-in-law, too."

"I'm glad you're happy."

Jose and Uranta were reported to be very good friends.

Marriages in the aristocratic family are overwhelming, and there are a lot of masked couples, but all the daughters in the Mortairn family seem to be doing quite well with their husbands.

In Jose's case, among other things, it is a marriage in love with the other person. In the case of men and women, if you make them fall in love, you win.

"We couldn't show our faces at the wedding because our father and mother left, but we have to show our faces soon."

"When is it going to be?

Even as Pais, there are orchards in the territory of the Bombino family that have been permanently loaned to the Mortairn family, so we hope to continue to do so amicably.

This orchard, one of the few external interests of the Mortairn family, is an absolutely dying right for Pais as a source of fruit that cannot be covered solely by Mortairn territory. A mountain of treasure that has been experimenting for a long time and has finally begun to bear fruit here recently. Viva orchard, long live the fruit, fruit saves the world, is.

Orchard, for my sister's marriage. If it is a celebration in the corner, it will be my brother's duty to show his face as soon as possible and to hang one of the words of celebration.

But there are circumstances lying around that don't work either.

"At the very least, I don't think it's going to be easy until Northern defense is in place, so will it be after the year"

"Is it the new year"

As things stand, it is the Northern Front that is in urgent need of defence for the Mortairn family. The mountains that separated the Devil's Forest from Mortarn territory have lost their beautiful sapphire, predicting an unforeseen situation. It has been established that at least there will be more “customers” from the Devil's Forest.

There is no one in the world who knows more about what lies deep in the Devil's Forest. Because we went into the woods to find out, and none of the people came out. It's connected to hell, demons live there, monsters live there, all sorts of things they say but it's uncertain.

Even in shallow parts only, the creatures that inhabit roughly the Kingdom of God were supposedly inhabited by all but humans. I mean, whatever comes out, it's not weird, it's like a surprise box.

If we don't take good care of it, we can't go out.

"Until then, I'm busy, so I might make you feel a little lonely"

"... Yes"

As a sister-in-law, I even feel sorry for my sister-in-law when I can't even go to the wedding and see her for a while afterwards.

It's Pais who wants to cheer him up, against Rico, who is a little shunned, wanting to celebrate him.

"Once the maintenance on the realm has one paragraph, before you go to the Bombino family, why don't you go shopping for a lot of things?

"Shopping?

"Yeah. Rico should wear it too if it's a corner. Fortunately, we are warm and nostalgic now, so why don't we contact each chamber of commerce from now on?"

Shopping is a great entertainment.

Buying what you like is really fun, and Licorice certainly loves shopping.

She has a discreet personality that she doesn't often scatter on a daily basis, but she is approved by her husband and can shop more than usual if she has a big nickname for dressing to meet her sister-in-law.

Liquorice also got her smile back on this.

"Glad to hear it."

"Is there any hope?

"Even if I say hope..."

If you want to buy clothes, you don't know what clothes you have until you see them, and even if you want them to be tailored, call the craftsmen before you decide.

Jewellery and the like are more desirable to buy according to the clothes, so there is nothing you would want me to say this at the stage where I am thinking about what to do with the clothes.

Shoes, hair accessories, rings. Liquorice thought a little bit that none of them had anything to pin on. My husband mouthed a subtle suggestion to his wife, who had been silent.

"Uh-huh, right. It seems fashionable to decorate your chest with something that reminds you of the sea these days, so why not look for a pearl necklace? The pearl doesn't stand out when the hair color is pale, but fortunately Rico has a beautiful hair color, so you might want to choose a neckline to match with your clothes"

Pais is more familiar with fashion than Licorice.

This is because the information network of the Mortairn family is in the Wang capital, and because there is a mother (Anise) who has been in fashion since day to day.

Pais, who also has some insight into beauty as an artisan, is easier to talk to as an anier than a casserole who is not interested in women's fashion. Inevitably, Pais monopolizes the conversation about the epidemic.

Occasionally, there are troubling circumstances because I try trendy clothes at Pais.

"Looking forward to it"

The young couple in the Mortairn family lived their days very amicably.