Sweet Reincarnation

About a sunny day. There were visitors to Thursden, Mortairn territory.

That's not a small number of people, either. It's a group of over 200 people. Besides, the vast majority of them are armed, and everything creates a noisy, swordswallowing atmosphere.

Shh, you're going to mistake me for a bandit, but the majority of them are mercenaries.

The representative was visiting the Lords' Palace in Mortairn territory.

She has blonde hair that also looks like dull brown hair and is muscular in shape. He is a big man who will be 190 cm tall, but his eyes are intelligent and his residence embodies the unique adulthood of what he wears courtesy.

If we were to talk about the overall impression, would it feel like a big, well-behaved dog or something?

"You've made a good decision. You're welcome."

Welcome a man like the Golden Retriever is Pais who deposits the Lord's Absence in the Lordship Hall.

Welcome guests with a full smile that is even adorable.

"We have heard rumors about Sir Pastry-Morthern. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The windy big man, accustomed himself to being invited to the noble mansion, kneels with his right hand against his left chest, even as he gently folds his hips. Best courtesies offered by non-aristocratic humans towards aristocratic humans.

Even this sophistication will show that the big man is not a free man.

"I won't introduce myself because you seem to know me, thank you. Er..."

"Beginning of the dawn, I am Pylon, the sixth head of delegation, my lord."

The man who named himself the leader of the mercenary regiment "The Beginning of Dawn“ does not break his obscene attitude toward Pais.

This courteous sturdy (not least) is the compiler of the mercenary regiment that the Mortairns were aggressively soliciting.

"Your Excellency, please don't. My father is the one with the title, so I am the nobleman, the nobleman."

I dare you, I guess. Pais letting the man on his knees knees kneel and take his hand and stand up the same way he does.

In fact, it's true that Pais is stateless if he's going to be in a social setting. However, in a social setting, they are treated in accordance with the position of their parents first floor, so they possess about the same character as the Associate Baron. Besides, if the person in question wanted it, he also had the opportunity to hold his own title. When several new titles were created in the east, etc., so if Pais had even indicated his intention, he would have had as much control over one or two titles as he could have. It is a famous story in the aristocratic society, and it is rarer for a aristocrat to treat Pace in an understated manner if it is about the baroness. So much so that even Viscount humans sometimes treat Pais equally.

In other words, stateless is close to pre-construction.

Pais himself should be aware of that, but he wants you to take it easy because you're only in the same position. Pais entertains the pylon.

"There's no such thing as an unruly man. Oh, hey. You have a title as Lord's Agent."

It is the job of the chief squire (Shiites) to teach Pais such a visionary attitude.

Though it is, it plays a role in soothing the atmosphere in the field, and this is what we have cultivated for many years, the breathing of Azumi.

"Was I? Whatever it is, you don't have to give me a harder tone. Because if you do your job and comply with the order system, it's our business not to ask for details of courtesy."

On top of that, I assure you, no matter how polite it is from Pace's mouth.

It was the Mortairn family that became more interested in the house when the mercenary disputed knight collapse than the former. It is the policy of the house to place more emphasis on profitability than courtesy, on the character of the person in question than title, and on the strength of the person than status or position. It is home style.

As if to embody it, Shiites laughed nicely at Pylon as he treated Pais in disgust.

"Yes, yes. Look at me and you'll see, Parvo."

And a word. It is a tone wherever you go. To Shiites' words, Pylon laughed bitterly.

"Brother Shiites, let the parfait go. This is still dawn's head, isn't it? I'm sure you'll want to show the others."

If we get this far, we can't have a tough conversation as a pylon.

From the original, Pylon and Shiites are familiar. That's why we've known each other since we were young, and shoulder-strapped conversations can't last long. A pylon with a broken posture puts his head on Shiites' grumble.

"Not for a while. While you're at it, be a good old man. You used to be a fucking kid following me around chocolate."

At the beginning of dawn, there are many former orphan humans. On the contrary, several children are also being looked after that they are currently progressing and orphaned.

This has been a tradition since its inception and the way it has been done for a long time. Naturally, so did Shiites when he was young. I was picked up at dawn, and there my brothers took care of me, and if you lengthen me, I will take care of my disciples.

One of Shiites' disciples, who was so adorable, is now the sixth generation head of delegation, Pylon. It's a story that feels the weight of history and the flow of time.

"Isn't twenty or thirty years old? Isn't that when I said goodbye?

Pyron and Shiites no longer hesitate at the earliest while enjoying the tea and treats prepared by Pais. If they bring up a story from a long time ago, it will overflow the nostalgia.

It was the year that Shiites could still be called a youth, no boy, when Pylon was a child before Holy farewell. That would be an old story to the extent that it was called a long time ago by the public.

"The boy from that time is now the dawn captain. Ah hey. Time flies early."

"If that's what you're saying, you're saying that your brother got married and even had kids."

"Ouch."

Although Shiites boasts, from a pylon this is the event that makes you feel the awesomeness of the course of time. It's not a frightening pylon even in front of 10,000 enemies, but I was seriously frightened when Shiites told me it was because I had a child. I couldn't tell what surprised me.

Were you surprised that what you thought would never change has changed, or were you confused that the statue of your brother that you have kept strong in you will collapse from the ground up?

Anyway, it is true that a human being with two names of red copper and who would also be the head of the Pylon Corps, known in the neighborhood, turned right and left when he heard the news of the marriage and the birth of a child in Shiites.

"Everyone who knows about your brother has doubted his ears, right? That Thousand Mile God-Eyed Shiites had a belt."

Honestly, I still feel incredible. Even if he was thus assured by his mouth, he could not wipe away the thought that Shiites was.

"Hey, stop that thousand miles."

Shiites despise the light mouth of such a pylon.

When I was once young. The alias for "Thousand Mile God-Eyes (Southern-Got-Eyes)", which I used when I didn't know anything about teenagers, is only young if I try to be a good old man like the one my kids have been made of. I can still listen to other people who don't even know what they're seeing. But when my old disciple tells me, it makes me feel like I'm going to be judged for my old wounds.

"Huh? But my brother said it himself because he didn't like the two names peeper..."

"Just stop it. From now on, you guys, you're going to be hired by us. Dear Shiites, worship and serve."

Yes, there's a pylon here, not to waste anything on old stories.

The enthusiastic solicitation of Shiites finally led to the beginning of dawn being hired by the Mortairns. I am here today for the contract and the terms and conditions.

"Heck, Dear Shiites Sgt. So, can I check the details of our contract? We have a memorandum of understanding, but I'd like to officially sign it."

Pylon also leads a group of mercenaries called the beginning of dawn. As the head of an organization with a large strip from two hundred people, you can't help yourself with every contract. Even if they were my brother, who I used to take care of, and who I could call my own.

Earn enough money to keep you alive, including women and children. That is the task of the Commander and the sixth generation of the dawn.

When this happens, it becomes a meeting between the Mortairn family and the top of the mercenary regiment. That is, a meeting with Pais, the Lords' proxy.

"Of course I don't mind. You can have the fine numbers checked by your liking, but that's three big contract matters. Can I have it checked?

"Heh."

When it comes to work, Shiites is thoroughly assisted as a squire chief. What was offered to Pais was a wooden plaque summarizing the terms of the contract and parchment describing the formal contract details.

Even as a pylon, this is an occasion to carefully check the contract contents for pitfalls.

"One, a total of two hundred and fifteen people will be employed in the Mortairn family, excluding non-combat departments such as store management, among those belonging at the beginning of the dawn. The term of employment is five years and the contract is automatically extended unless one of us mentions it within each other. The extension period is five years. In the case of contract breaking, the contract expires every five years, and the liquidated damages are paid by the party who said the breaking is halfway through. Fine numerical changes to the contract will also be discussed at the time of renewal"

"Yes."

The first condition is the reciprocity of the contract.

What the aristocratic side often asks is that the continuation of the contract itself be automatic and that the duration of the contract be long, while only the will of the aristocratic side be exercised with regard to the breaking of the contract.

I want to keep the mercenary regiment, a powerful force, under my control. But I want to make sure it gets truncated when things get inconvenient.

There are really many aristocrats out there who want to make contracts like this, even though it's like such a spontaneous intent is engulfed.

In comparison, the contract with the Mortairn family is indeed fair. The duration of employment is not too short, nor too long. The timing for breaking the contract is also clear only at the time of renewal, plus it's great that both parties have the right to break the contract, and it's a good condition that penalties are imposed on both parties at the time of breaking.

As a pylon, there can't be any complaints.

"For one thing, apart from salaries, the Mortarns bear the costs of training and fighting. provided, however, that they are subject to timely audits in respect of their use"

"That's not a problem either."

It's easy to rub when it comes to gold.

The good news is that although I say I will bounce the salary and actually pay it, the contract will make the mercenary regiment self-inflicted with all the food and housing and armed expenses.

It would still be better at normal times, but if things were actually to happen, the depletion of supplies would be significant. If plunder or something is allowed, it still hurts to be self-inflicted from the beginning of the dawn, which emphasizes discipline. Especially with regard to the wear and tear of weapons and protective equipment, it costs a lot of money.

In a few cases, even if they played some salaries, if there were a few fights, they would be in deficit.

This is why there are circumstances where looting is rampant in the world's wars, but it is preferable not to have to do it as a mercenary group that was originally assembled to protect itself from the ramblings of such soldiers.

In that regard, the terms of the Mortairn family can be described as broken in financial terms. It is great to be able to claim the necessary expenses from the Mortairn family, even though the pre-negotiated salary alone is a considerable amount in advance. Now you can fight without worries, and you don't get hurt doing it alive because your protective gear is dented when you train.

Auditing is somewhat caught up, but as for the Mortairn family, there were circumstances where it would be difficult to divert expenses to different uses, and Pylon also accepted without complaining.

"One, during the period of employment, the members of the mercenary corps shall be granted citizenship of Mortaire territory"

"Not good. I've never had such a condition before."

And above all, it is this citizenship that is a breakthrough condition.

Mercenaries are things that cross the battlefield. Nature, it becomes unusual to have what can be called a home. Just like pedestrians and others, they fall from land to land, and there are no human beings who provide identity protection.

If you are a local person, the lord collects taxes instead of guaranteeing your identity as a civilian, but mercenaries move, so even if you call it taxes, it's about customs duties at the station.

Nobles will not protect people who do not pay taxes. When a mercenary commits a rub, if it comes to trial, a person without citizenship is guilty without unilaterally defending himself.

Or, for example, where I complained that my property had been stolen, they didn't acknowledge the property rights themselves in the first place, and they don't treat me properly. They treat you the same way they treat stone falling on the side of the road.

Whether or not someone hires you, you can sue your employer accordingly.

But any aristocrat, a resident who pays taxes and a temporarily hired mercenary, would protect the inhabitants.

The contract with the Mortairn family specifies that both judicial and property rights will be treated on an equal footing with the Mortairn inhabitants. This is very much appreciated as a mercenary with a common root grass.

Isn't it a fairly favourable treatment as a mercenary to just say that you can protect what is normal without being treated unfairly?

"Essentially, we treat them on an equal footing with our inhabitants and our rights are protected in our name. Naturally, the obligations to be fulfilled are also equivalent to those of the inhabitants, but instead of making combat a professional treatment and obliging them to be placed under our command when things happen, we exempt them from the obligation to pay taxes and labour. So you're a soldier hired by us."

"Be generous, as much as you appreciate it. Come on"

Pylons who also looked around at fine numbers and other things and signed that there was no particular problem. Now, contractually, for at least five years, the Dawn Regiment will be a hired soldier of the Mortairn family.

Even as a Mortairn family, going is not a fixed-term employment, but a policy we want to employ as soldiers recruited at all times, but we still do not build trust in each other enough anyway. I guess I'm going to have to take the time to build up my credibility.

"Now that you've become our soldier, let's also talk about the circumstances of our home. That's why I hired you."

"Easy to ask"

"As things stand, our house is in crisis. While it rapidly enriches economically, armaments have not kept up with it at all. This is the kind of situation where you have a lot of money in a borough store with only old locks. At least I want to keep my watch decent."

Thieves didn't even bother coming because there was once only a piece of money in the borough store. If there's a lot of money in the borough store, that's already a jump in the odds of the weirdos attacking us. This probability will not go down even if it never goes up in the future.

That's why we have to at least keep an eye on him, renovate the borough shop, and rebuild the new building.

"You mean we're watching?

"You will. You may also make them do dangerous things on the front line, but you're never going to take it lightly. I reward my work with a just reward. Besides, in our house, the squire chief is Shiites. I assure you it's much more ventilated than being hired elsewhere."

The reason I want a soldier in constant employment is because I want to use it even at times when I can't conscript my inhabitants. It is very gratifying that there is a force that can move freely at times such as during the agricultural breeding season and at night. That is why there is a great reward for laborious work.

Pais, who did not hide that feeling, told Shiites that he would decide to single out the contact point. Consideration is that communicating through a person you used to be familiar with would also be smoother than communicating poorly with Pais, a nobleman.

There seems to be a problem with being too smooth.

"It's well ventilated, but your daughter-in-law's hidden."

The words of Pylon, who laughed at Kerakera, were perhaps a glimpse of Shiites.

He rubbed Shiites, whose femininity was particularly famous, and told him to hide his wife.

"Parvo, you're on the table!!

Pais is convinced of the success of this measure as Shiites and Pylon begin a maneuver that does not leave him feeling blank for more than twenty years.

The Mortairns are elitist. That's why I don't even want cheap water increase when I increase the number. If the mercenary regiment of the war, the beginning of the dawn, gets acquainted with the Mortairn family at this rate, all of this puts the creation of a strong standing army into perspective.

That way, the skinning out of the night police territory is also current.

"Shiites. If you want to get out of the table and do something, please show me where you are using it as a training ground before doing so. That would be good to dissolve today. After tomorrow, we'll talk about the operating system."

Pace flies the instructions quickly against the two of us having a friendly exchange.

Let's start with a guided tour of the facility.

"Okay. Brother, please."

"I don't have a choice. Whoa, over here."

A pylon that follows Shiites after a refreshing and forward, naturally. No matter how many decades, do my childhood memories still make me do that? The position of the two seemed to be determined by extreme nature.

I dropped those two off, and now I'm in the mood to get back to work, Pais. If the next job turned a blind eye, there was an appeal about the Chamber of Commerce that forced the residents' house out. The final verdict of the trial also begins to read within the work and what is written in the pleadings. I'm tired of just looking at the subtle documents of the subpoena, but if I can't skip it, I do my job silently.

About two, I just got my job done. A slightly panicked Arlach rushes in to Pais, who was motivated. He's one of the young men, and he's the one who was supposed to be at the training ground today.

"Young lady!!

"What's up?

Pais asks what happened to the attitude of his men, who changed their blood phase, without panic.

Earlatch, breathing deeply, reports loudly once breathed.

"The Dawn people are out of violence!!