Sweet Reincarnation

Anger blasts.

How many battlefields have you been working out to keep your torso tight behind your ears? What you hear is this again a bunch of cursing and threatening complaints that have been worked out so badly on the battlefield.

"Temeye!! Say that again!!

It seemed like a member of the group who belonged at the beginning of dawn to have a rough voice that wondered which anti-company it was.

That, too, is not one, two, but many. Besides, it is Pylon, the head of the regiment at the beginning of the dawn, who is at the head of that group.

In contrast, it is the servants of the Mortairn family who are confronted without hesitation by such a yancha strong side. That's the rookies you were supposed to be training for today, too.

"What the hell is going on?

"Oh, boy."

Pais has rushed to hear the reward.

It was Sgt. Shiitz who responded with a loose voice just to say what, he finally came.

In Pace's eyes comes the colour of the accusations against Shiites. Why not stop such a loud and yelling situation?

Of course, I don't blame him directly for being a delightful offender who is amused and incites fights, or for having deep thoughts about becoming a squire chief.

"Shiites, explain."

I can't help but think that Pace's words contained a few thorns. I'm not as good a person as I was able to deal with people who wanted to do more extra work. Only an enlightened saint can do that, or a confectioner who is otherwise in an exceedingly moody state.

"When the people at the beginning of the dawn came to the training ground, our young people were also in training. So, just so we could say hello to each other, come on. And then, oh, my God."

Oh, man, and Shiites shrugging his shoulders with his hands up.

If you're going to say anything about his explanation, say hello and there it is. Where can a relationship be so sinister as to yell at you by mistake? We should be adults of mutual good sense and common sense.

A rookie who grew up in an elite education who also has one or more mental workouts. One, a mercenary with a tenacious spirit who has worked out on the battlefield.

Both of them should be mentally mature, so it is unlikely that there will be a fight or something sooner, but is it something that will get you this far with about greeting?

"What's the greeting?

If you have troubled me by exchanging greetings, the only cause is in the content of the greeting. Either of them fought and incited the fight, Pais asked.

"'Let's work hard with each other,' 'I'll help you if anything happens.'"

Shiitz, who has been on the field since the beginning, will try to summarise his greetings.

The young squire greeted with words of encouragement the soldier candidates who would be newly hired by the Mortairn family and perhaps work for them as their own men.

And the mercenary said a very ordinary phrase to the mercenary stream about a young man who might become a new superior.

Pais felt that when he heard what it was about, he could see just a little bit of the situation.

"It was Dawn who said I'd help you, wasn't it?

"Yeah. Exactly. Come on"

"And then the young man said to you," What do you think I'm going to do to help you? "

"Your Answer"

"... you have no idea what both sides are saying, how to get angry. Somehow."

In the first place, it is natural that nobles are trying to use themselves conveniently, if we take it from the beginning members of the conscious dawn of mercenaries. That's why we're making up for what's missing. Be aware. Also, otherwise it would be conveniently used and crushed.

It is the mercenary's opinion that it is only an auxiliary role, and it is also before the building to protect ourselves.

Conversely, it is the worst quality (people) to be able to throw everything round from the beginning, leave it to you, etc. If it succeeds, the handle is taken, and if it fails, it pushes the blame. There are instances like this that rot, and even in the sense of a prevention line, it is only natural to appeal in the first greeting that we help and do it, that the subject is there.

The announcement that you're the star and that we'll be on the sidelines. I guess that's what mercenaries always say.

In contrast, the young men welcomed him as a new soldier. That's why we'll do it together, in the form we reached out to. The first ritual to welcome you as a compatriot to fight with is to say hello. In the battlefield, under the same flag, the relationship between life and death and depositing your back. As a pride in our strengths and pride in being the elite of the Mortairn family, I hope that we will feel the same pride in each other and, if we can, in ourselves. This would also be another supremely natural idea.

Let's do it together. Greetings that you guys are the stars, too. It's a lump of goodwill for a squire.

But if we try to put ourselves in each other's shoes, this just sounds like we're already selling each other a fight.

Because of our consciousness as mercenaries, we can only be dissatisfied with being asked to do the same as our squire for a human being who admonishes us that we must be auxiliary forces. Something like asking for the same level of awareness and responsibility for temporary contingents and part-time workers as full-time employees. You'll even want to make a fool of yourself for what you're talking about.

But on the other hand, if we try to be human beings who want us to be full-time just like ourselves in the future, it's natural that we want them to be more conscious and responsible. If you just say you don't accept such responsibility, you'll remember what these guys are angry about.

If you look at it from the Dawn people, the young people sound like an unknown opinion, and if you look at it from the young people, the opinions of the Dawn members sound like irresponsible opinions that are not party conscious.

There is a buying word in the selling language, but as it turns out, the initial greeting was twisted, so it became a reward for cursing at some point.

"Were you there and couldn't you stop it?

Pace sighed all the time, telling him to do it.

The difference between buttons like this would not have happened in the first place if someone were to arbitrate. As such, it is a sigh that if it is in Shiites, it is likely to be understood.

"Me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm an ex-daughter, right? You look like you're young, you look like you have dawn shoulders, and you look like you're wearing a young man from dawn people."

But it's a tough position as a shithead, too.

Seriously, it's a close position to both, but therefore, if you arbitrate poorly, from either faction, you'll look like one of the other party's peers.

What would happen if such a person arbitrated?

That is what you will feel from a young man that the chief squire is being mercenarized, and from the face of dawn, you will be disappointed that Shiites was a nobleman's subordinate.

Shiites didn't go into arbitration, he didn't go into position. We argue that there is a big difference here.

"Will that happen in a position......"

Pais demonstrates an understanding of Shiites' claim that he doesn't even know it.

The fact that both the Mortairn family and the dawn used the detailed Shiites as guides. That's the shape that's gone out the back. In a sense, it can also be taken as a failure of Pais.

This could be an unfortunate accident, happening as long as it takes place.

"I knew this was where the boy came in."

As Shiites says, Pais would be the perfect place to fit in this place. Arbitrating to remain neutral from both and to have a good future relationship requires some talking and charisma. When it comes to people who have both together and have enough authority to arbitrate, there is only Pais on this occasion.

"You have no choice."

I just had to do it, Pais, and I scuffed out another sigh.

After a big, deep breath, his chest stretches and he speaks from his belly.

"Both sides!! Stop!!"

I don't think he's a boy. A loud voice echoes the training ground.

I'm not experiencing a battlefield on Dada, I'm a majestic voice as a general with air-shaking shocks and clarity that can be clearly heard in anyone's ear.

The war-experienced mercenary immediately exercises perimeter vigilance when he hears it, and the young man, who has been educated by the military, simultaneously corrects his posture and salutes it.

In the meantime, the reward for the cursing of both sides stopped.

"I heard the story in advance. In the meantime, as the keeper of this land, I cannot overlook the commotion. Talking to each other on their fighting hips won't tell them. I'll take care of this."

"Ha!!

"Knock."

When Pace broke, the squire responded clearly, and the mercenaries behaved openly dissatisfied.

Pylon, the mercenary commander, doesn't have the attitude to put his grievances on the table as to what he thinks at the time Pais broke in.

Pylon's attitude has a reason.

In the original case of these rubbings, it is often assumed that the mercenary side is at fault without question. That is because it is a weak position that a person without citizenship has no right to be tried in the first place and cannot contest the judgment handed down by the person above.

Of course, I am prepared not to resist by force or just quit if it is obviously unfair judgment and if it is bad it involves the life and death of my fellow citizens, but if it is assumed that both sides have their own say as this one does, there is no one who can protect people in a weak position.

However, the Mortairn family is different. At least, that's what happens in the contracts Pylon has made.

Promises made with Pais, that is, promises to treat mercenaries equally and equally with their inhabitants and ministers. I'm trying to figure out how effective this is.

"At home, fighting is fundamental to both success and defeat. But you won't talk until you hear what both sides have to say. Try to make our own claims from each other, from what happens."

The mercenary is represented by a pylon. I didn't let Dada be the head of the organization, but let us assert our legitimacy rationally. If you were listening only to his opinions, it would surely be a statement of opinion that the squire seemed bad for third parties.

And the representatives of the squire were pro-holes. Without falsely telling the chief graduating gold sign, they taunted and showed what they thought and what attitude they were unhappy with.

This is also an angry tongue about how crude a mercenary is if someone had only heard Prohor's opinion.

"I know exactly what both sides are saying."

Seek input directly from interested parties. It was a surprise to the mercenaries just to be given the opportunity to make a legitimate objection.

And the surprise continues even more.

"Both have a point, and this time I will not be guilty of either"

Despite the quarrel, the ruling without blame. The mercenaries, who thought there could be a very light punishment, were surprised by this as well.

"Except one word from me against both. First, young ladies and gentlemen. You are in a position to keep the peace and calm the disturbances. It's verbal discourse, such as fighting with someone who didn't even break the law, just because you were dissatisfied with him or her, while on duty. Like much reflection."

"Yes."

"And dawn folks. This is Mortairn. I don't know what position you've been in until now, but I ask you to follow our way more than you have been hired by us. Speaking of which, we do not tolerate people who are prestigious because they are squire, while at the same time we do not tolerate people who are sweet because they are mercenaries. In the future, make yourself more aware that you have a people to protect on your back."

"Ugly."

Complain to your squire to take into account the mercenary's position, and encourage the mercenaries to feel the sense of duty they expected. In the form of both fights and defeats, Pace put the spot away.

"The rest will be called a response to recurrence prevention... we don't have much time for each other in the first place, yet to face each other. We'll need to deepen mutual understanding."

"Mutual understanding?

Shiites reacts to Pais' words as he watches the spot still.

His boy mutters a word or two after he ends things in peace. I don't know, I have a bad feeling.

"That's right. Both have a position and a say. Different environments I've been in, different common sense. We'll need each other's walking distance to fill it up."

"These guys are bad, aren't they?

"What!?

"So I'm telling you to stop doing that"

"But..."

Pais arbitrated, both of which should have subsided at first, but I can't imagine how the smoke of the spark remains. Pais decided that the abandonment was a lower measure, but that time would not solve it.

"I can't help it if this happens. Let's take the hard way."

"Boy, I have a bad feeling about this?

Pace started smiling very nicely.

I have a bad feeling about Shiites for a long time and the squire who knows so much about Pais, no, I think I have bad memories.

And it came to pass, and there was no stopping the runaway locomotive, and there was a great sigh of sigh around Shiites.

"It's a fight-out that speaks for both of them. Let's go both ways here."

"Both success and defeat?"

"A situation where each other hates each other. I'll knock you into a situation where you have to help, even if you have to. It will impose harsh trials."

"Specifically?

Pace shrugs as everyone thinks it won't be a busy thing anyway.

"... would you like to go on an expedition to the Devil's Forest?"

The north woods were creepingly swallowing the light.