Sweet Reincarnation

In the Bombino territory Nylier, large numbers of nobles were gathered. The southern aristocracy is central, but many are territorial aristocracy.

When it comes to why they are gathered, it is in the common ground of the gathered aristocracy.

What they have in common, that is, those affected by the damage caused by the Veterinary Disaster and the Dragon Disaster.

A herd of beasts emerged from the Devil's Forest. The great army of vermin was probably driven away by dragons, but that's why he was concerned and hungry.

Not to mention the damage to agricultural land, to livestock, but also to people.

And then the Great Dragon damage that happened. This is mainly the damage that occurred in Lunsbadge territory, but also in Bombino territory, with a marginal impact on the outside territory.

Restoration of broken streets will also be forthcoming, as will the impact of the vicious beasts, which have not yet led to their complete eradication.

But there's a topic that blows up such a negative story.

That's the dragon exorcism.

Like a dragon on the royal seal, a dragon is special not only for this country, but for the noble. Every country, most royal families have enough legacy to fight dragons.

However, the story of the actual defeat is unprecedented.

Looking back in history, there is no such thing as a human story that has accomplished so much greatness.

Then we must celebrate.

It is natural to set up a series of work by the Allied Coalition of Bombino Mortaire and, on the occasion of extra-large achievements, a seat for celebration.

The glass in my hand was poured with wine and I was now waiting for a late toast.

A young aristocrat appears with a beautiful woman before the unexcited aristocrats.

Standing forward as the organizer was Ulanta-Mil-Bombino. The woman on the side is Josephine-Mille-Bombino, his wife.

"Everyone gathered. I'd like to start by thanking you for coming together."

At first, from Uranta's greeting.

A common greeting to begin the conversation with no difficulty and speak only of social dictionaries.

You may find it boring according to this, but we were all listening seriously as to who we were talking about in the vortex.

"The vermin disaster that was ravaging our land and all over the south was cleaned up, and the" special individuals ”who were seen as the culprits were able to join forces with our home and the Mortairn family to clean it up safely."

A special individual is a daring way of saying it.

This is the result of Uranta's concern for Pais. If only the achievements as a dragon killer are communicated in advance poorly, that is what makes the whole country, rather than the rest of the world, a scene of havoc. Some countries use dragons as a sacred use of God, so there will be more extra commotion. Until some rooting is over, let's lay low as much detail as we can because of the consideration given to the Mortern family by the Bombino family.

Of course, there's no way a stupid big monster can hide it, and it spreads as a rumor, but there are many half-hearted people who listen to rumors when things are just things. They usually don't listen properly when they say they crusaded a legendary creature like the one that comes out of a fairy tale.

That's fine. If you make a leap to hide it poorly, you make it extra believable in the rumors. I dare to spreading fluffy and insignificant information, and if anything, I spreading it from myself with my tails on. That way, it would be an exaggerated story and other more lying stories because it was originally a rumor of unbelievable content.

The way we manipulate information around here is the way the Mortairns do it. Who is it that whispered in Uranta's ear? If you're a wise person, there's plenty to guess.

My greetings are over, and here's to you at last.

Anyway, I just wish I could tell I beat the mighty enemy, the toast word is simple.

"Celebrate the victory, cheers!!

"Cheers!!

The faces of everyone who raises the cup are beastly faces that calculate how they will move.

Uranta, who inwardly makes irony as to whether this is also a vicious beast crusade, began to greet him around as an organizer.

If it was meant to be, the first person I wanted to take a trip to was this Medal First Class, Mr. and Mrs. Mortairn's place. But not today either. First of all, we need to greet our blind invitees. As an organizer, we have to speak to everyone first.

On the other hand, I decide to give the Pais and the others one last word of voice, and I will give them a brief greeting one word or two in turn.

Pais was also Pais, surrounded by people as one of the leading actors. Along with his wife, Liquorice, where he socializes like this, he seems very aristocratic.

confetti, military, political, economic, confetti, relationships to confetti. Pais, who has a wide range of topics, is also good at conversation. To the extent of the occasional mix of laughter, he made a ring in a bright atmosphere. Even as we show off our knowledge that even adults can't fathom, we listen to our listeners thoroughly in conversations. Something that can pick up extra information from these chats or lead to business conversations. You can't fool around with chatter.

For about an hour, the young couple in Mortairn crowded the place as a social flower.

Mr. and Mrs. Bombino of Uranta and Jose, who came there. When you're done greeting and finally have a conversation with the Pais and the others, you're relative to the Pais and the others with a relaxed look.

"Lord Pastry, once again, you did a great job. Thank you for your help."

"No. It was with Lord Uranta's consideration. If you mean active, Lord Uranta was brilliant."

Conversations are exchanged from each other's social decrees.

"Pais, Rico, you look good"

"Sister Jose is no different. You're still too well."

"Sister-in-law, I'm glad you look happy"

And Mr. and Mrs. Mortairn also exchange words with Jose, who was beside Uranta.

It's a conversation with my sister, who married the Bombino family. If it's been a long time, it's probably been a long conversation, but I didn't originally have any reluctance toward my sister, and Jose's reluctance toward my brother doesn't exist either.

Jose gives him a glimpse of Pais, who has only a little glimpse. I'm glad this is where the eyes are. If only in his body, Jose would not hesitate to have pulled Pais's cheek.

My brother and I are good friends where we whistle that we do not blow.

"Oh, yes, Rico, I'd like to have a word with Lord Uranta for a moment, so can I ask for your sister?"

Pais suggests a secret conversation with Uranta.

So far an outspoken suggestion, Uranta laughed bitterly if she couldn't even say no to the boulders. The elephants who are listening around are packing their distance all the time here. Ulanta, who seems too obvious to laugh, but still knows it's important to have a conversation between men, asks Jose to take his seat off.

"Jose, that seems to be the case, so I'm going to need someone from you for a little while"

"Okay. Okay, Rico, let's go over there and talk."

"Yes."

Even as Jose, I don't like tough stories, so I'm lucky enough to take my sister-in-law out for a meal. The Bombino family, with its fishing and trading ports, has long been a first-class product when it comes to ingredients, and has a reputation for being polished in food today, when it has been financially loose. Well, I've had an edge on the flavor with a very particular paste, and the quality of the food doesn't even take a pull from that Ratesh family.

That's what it tastes like, and Jose takes his sister-in-law around.

Uranta and Pais dropped off the women and had an attitude where they could secretly talk to each other in private. Jesus Christ and breathe in each other.

Again, my brother-in-law exchanged greetings that had taken his shoulder out of strength.

"It's been a long time since we celebrated like this"

"Right. Was it time to crusade the pirates?"

Once upon a time, Pais and Uranta had celebrations of victory in the same way. During a pirate crusade that was ravaging Bombino territory neighborhoods. It was, in fact, a ploy by another house disguised as a pirate, but it was then that it broke this plot and became a cut off for the Bombino family euphoria.

It was also this fold in the pirate crusade that Pais and Uranta faced for the first time, and since then Uranta has admired Pais for something and the two families have continued to hang out intimately.

"It was when we were single."

"Yes, I was."

The two laugh.

When I had the celebration before, my fiancée was the one. Both Uranta and Pais were single. When I was an easy-going bachelor, but I feel nostalgic, I blossom into chatter with no other love.

Neither Pais nor Uranta have any grievances about the person they married, nor regret getting married or other fine dust, but it would be a lie to say that I don't miss the freedom of my bachelor years.

I feel like there are some free damned people even when I get married, but that made the conversation buzzing with stories about the nostalgia of my bachelorette as such.

At that time, on the other hand, the women are also flourishing in the women.

Men and women alike like a delicious meal. Fresh fish with fat are purchased directly from the harbour, and the Bombino family serves dishes with plenty of spices from distant countries, which José says are the best when it comes to flavour. As far as fresh seafood is concerned, I can't fathom anything in the Mortairn family.

"Rico, the fish here are really delicious. I'm proud of us."

Jose recommended marinated white fish. The sea bream companion's sole is a local fish (jiba ou) that can only be taken north of Bombino and grows in the deep sea. Around Rateshvar, he's stopping too far south, and being water-fried in the kingdom of God is about Nylier. If it were to be water-fried north of Bombino territory, it would be something that could be taken in other countries conditionally.

In other words, if you eat detachment, it is still about Bombino territory in the Kingdom of God that the consolidated number is steadily watered down.

The only fish that can be eaten here is the sea bream, which is also Bombino's specialty.

Liquorice, who took the body of a white fish on a plate and took a bite, was surprised by the sweetness of its body, which collapsed in dust.

"Really, it's delicious."

"Yes, sir."

It's not even my own creation, but for some reason I'm proud of Jose.

Jose wants to burn his sister's care because his brother grew up in an environment that doesn't look like his brother. My lovely sister-in-law was delighted when she fed me something delicious.

Liquorice remains surprised by other specialty dishes with plenty of seafood, such as stewed bright red, tough-faced fish or pasta-like dishes made with shellfish.

So, uh, I remember what I heard before.

"My father-in-law said before, 'My daughter was caught by a fish and married,' but maybe, really?

"No way. My husband made a good choice. But there was a time when you could eat some delicious rice. I'm sorry my daily meals don't taste good."

"haha"

The suspicion was that, in the conditions of marriage, the enrichment of food was a top priority. The dispelling of doubt directed at Jose is impossible in front of a delicious meal.

A pair of beauties drumming their tongues at a delicious meal while laughing.

"Looks like you're having a glorious conversation."

Pais, who had a far-sighted look at such wives, was relieved by the two friendly bickering. I was just finishing up a confidential story and picking him up, so I start to wonder if I can keep this up.

"Enjoy this one here"

Sometimes, apart from his wife, he was a thoughtful man. That thought seems to have been the same for Uranta. At some point, I have two glasses with booze in my hand. It is obvious not to say who and who.

"Oh, is Lord Uranta a wine?"

"As a nobleman on a boulder, you can't drink it and you can't dress up."

"It is"

As the head of the aristocratic family, there are many opportunities to be called to the liquor table. If it is a complete lower door, there is no choice, but if you can drink it at all, you should drink it. It is also often the fear of the aristocratic society that it can happen that important things are decided in booze seats. If you are reluctant to drink, you may be distracted from hearing important stories at what time.

"It's one of the things our house invests in, but it's something that was especially natural. You're acting like a big deal this time."

Prepared by Uranta was a certain baronese wine famous for its sobriety.

It is the brand of wine that the Bombino family buys together, and it is also the wine that is said to have been thin, premiered and invested ten times more often in the normal year.

"Isn't that good? What makes an investment come true? Compared to that, our orchard..."

What depresses me when I hear it's an investment is Pais.

The orchard he was investing in turned out to be stunningly unbroken. The person who caused the damage is a dragon and cannot claim damages.

"Well, the land is intact, why don't we rebuild it again"

Even if it crumbles once, you can start over.

Uranta trying to comfort her brother-in-law by saying so. But it is the sweet fool who is not satisfied with just rebuilding it.

"I'm not happy just to rebuild it. Anyway, I'd like to scale it up."

All this time, Pais said that he wanted to expand the Mortairn family colony on Bombino territory, as well as its outside interests. It is this boy who falls but does not wake up for free.

"... you won't have to do that."

"Is it difficult?

"Politically and rightly, there is a lot of trouble involved. But if you really want to say it, I don't care if it means thank you for everything you've done, including this one."

"Must!!

Fortunately, can I say? There is a house that has been greatly depressed by this disaster.

The rights they had over the Bombino family will probably be harder to secure. As for the Bombino family, it's better to transfer it peacefully to a willing Pais than to be poorly disenfranchised by a powerful house.

Uranta agreed to expand the Mortairn family's interests because they also needed to pay back the debt they had helped with reinforcements.

It is indeed true that sometimes important things can be decided in a booze place.

"Nevertheless, when I heard about this incident, I felt bloody distracted."

"Haha. The belly of the dragon stinked."

The secret of this pais. Uranta was shocked when she heard about the operation of knocking down dragons from her belly. I'm surprised you're safe doing that.

"I didn't expect to be swallowed up by myself"

"Whatever you think, I didn't think you were the one who could attack and win from the outside. But I thought you might be able to come from inside. To attack Kinjo, attack from the inside. It's the foundation of tactics."

"That's right...... didn't you think if I made a slight mistake, they might bite me to death?

"I was sure I could observe. There was no way to bother putting what went in the back of my throat back into my mouth and chewing it back, because it looked good in my mouth. Besides, I also asked how she tried to spit out something caught in her throat, so it turned out she was outside-soft inside. Even as I was flying around, I checked to see if I could get there."

"That's amazing, but in the first place, it's something I've come up with a lot."

Pace's bizarre is even more so now, but it's amazing to think about purposefully jumping into the dragon's mouth where you made it. Find a way to live where you obviously think you're going to die. If you try to Uranta, you can only be surprised at the awesomeness of Pace's idea of trying to imitate the way he finds life in death. Again, I think Pais's anomaly has emerged.

"I just knew a fairy tale called One Dimensioner. That's the wisdom of my ancestors."

But if you try to paice it, it was a natural idea to think of big monsters first and foremost when small grains deal with them. There are cases where parasites kill hosts in the body, not just one dimension of a fairy tale. The epidermis is stiff and I can't help it, so I aim for a soft spot. Attacking the weak spots of the enemy is a lot of tactics, Pais insisted.

"Is that what it is? Lord Pais is knowledgeable."

Of course, Uranta doesn't know the fairy tale of a one-dimensional teacher, etc. How the hell did Pais get that knowledge, knowing that even Ulanta, who is known as a study man, doesn't know?

It will be something that everyone wonders about.

"Yeah, well, speaking of which, I gathered what I wasted in this orchard, and I made sweets out of parts that I think I could use."

Did you feel such disturbing signs around you?

Pais told me he brought a souvenir. As a matter of course, it is sweet.

From the ones crushed in the orchard, this Pais Handmade Sweet utilizes a careful selection of only those that can still be used adequately.

"What's no longer available?

"I also felt like making food crude, so it's an effective use. I've made it a corner and a luxury specification that I can't usually eat."

Just as soon as possible, Pais behaves sweetly on Uranta. It was made on purpose by renting the kitchen of the Bombino family.

"This is..."

"It's a 'fruit parfait'. I was bound to serve it."

"Excellent"

It was Parfait that Pace prepared.

It is also a fruit parfait that is lavishly served with fruit. Raw cream and chocolate sauce are also used, and above all the berries are accented with a bit on the top.

The brightly colored tail will complain about the deliciousness from the eyes.

"Then hurry up."

I was handed a special long spoon and Uranta tried to eat a parfait, that was then.

"Pais!! What's that, sweet!?

"Saw, found"

I have found the fruit parfait in Uranta's hands, more so by the person who wanted me least to find it.

Pais held his head wondering what kept the women away for.

"Mr. Pais, you're so beautiful. Is that a treat?

"Until Rico...... ha"

And to the new wife of the eater, my sister-in-law sends reinforcements again.

Two people, Jose and Rico, tag together and keep sending a hot glance at the new sweets of the delicious looking Pace.

Under these circumstances, if there were one person who could eat bakubaku and parfait, the person would have an iron skin.

Regardless, Uranta, a very standard surface skin, transfers beautiful works of art into the hands of his wives.

Especially Jose and others are awesome. He opens his big mouth and plays a mountain parfait with pakuli. The dragon is also full of food.

Ulanta shrugged her shoulders against Pais as she sidelined the women who let her smile swing and eat the parfait.

"Lord Pais, this is the best place to retreat."

"... your wife's more troublesome than a dragon"

Most fearful is Dragon's Appetite.

The two loving wives were deeply sympathetic to each other.