Sweet Reincarnation

Sometimes it gets cold in the morning.

Mortarn territory, which has been proud of its luxury in recent years, also has many visitors. Among other things, the more sensitive a person is to business opportunities, the more he sees the growth power of Mortairn territory and tries to come even by pushing people. Mortairn territory, where thousands of visitors are becoming the norm.

Essentially, it's a southern border that doesn't refuse to come. Various people gather because they accept various people on free passes without taking taxes either.

Merchants, refugees, fugitive peasants, mercenaries, craftsmen, even nobles at the end. Sometimes royalty comes.

Various people gather, various supplies gather, various information gather, and gold gather as well.

It would be preferable if it were, but the influx of outlaws has also been happening here lately. Land with gold to let anyone in. Where the money is obviously collected, no matter who sees it. Fraudsters, petitioners, robbers and thieves, among others, were gradually increasing.

It should be noted that the best petitioner is acting as a lord, which is a joke of the Mortairn family.

Such a full Mortaire realm will still be visited today. It was a one-of-a-kind guest.

"Boy, the guests are here."

Shiitz tells Pais that he's canned in the office. Pais, who was buried in a ton of work, openly looks sinister and asks Shiites.

"Now who is it? If you've come without any prior appointments, drive them back."

Yesterday, there are many visitors to Zarsden, especially in the name of Pais. There are various reasons why we are aiming for dragon material, or for the vast spillover of profits that we would derive from it, but all in all, it is a disturbing presence for the Mortairn family.

Close to more friends as soon as they win the lottery or solicitors of investment trusts who come by as soon as they retire. Most humans are synonymous with beggars, even if there are no beneficial humans. At least from the eyes of Pais, Casserole, or Shiites, it's like a fly gathering in rice. I can't even get emotions other than depression.

Therefore, Pais had instructed Shiites to refuse any unacceptable visitors without prior communication.

"That's what I'm talking about. They're with me."

Even as a squire chief, I know how Pace feels, of course. Essentially, because Shiites is in charge of dealing with visitors, and Shiites is dealing with customers who don't even have to let them meet Pais or Caserol.

Every day, every day, the pain of having to deal with an elephant who comes in the same way with the same content. At least I know what it's like to ask in advance and then come and say shit.

But Shiites also reluctantly came to take the next one, saying that today's customers are the ones who can't even drive them back.

"... a royal human has come, there is no such thing, is there?

There have been royalties, rather than kings, in Mortern territory, whose people have come. I came out as a judge when I had a culinary showdown.

With that in mind, perhaps we should assume about our King, who is curious, that he will visit us to see the dragon.

But if that's who you're dealing with, Shiitz says you're pulling Pace without question.

"There's something worse than royalty."

"Is it someone of your sister's?

If you are royal, Pais must greet you with or without permission. He is the greatest human being in this country, so whether he has a rash or not, greeting him must be the highest treatment. But it's not. If the royal family is here, they must definitely be [traveling instantly] with the magic of casserole. It is unlikely that a royal human being came with patience at a time when there is no casserole.

Then and of all the opponents that came to mind in Pais, I was concerned about what Shiitz said, a visitor who in a way is worse than the royal family.

I wonder if there are any more troublesome people than the royal family who can be made to go through all the trouble, but the worst guests for Pais in a sense rather than the Mortairn family are a large number of sisters.

If they did, Pais would have to deal with them. And where you've dealt with them, mental fatigue always accompanies you. Pais mocked herself that no visitor would be as bad as her real sister.

"You won't even need to see if you can get it through. Hold him by now. Come on."

Shiites, however, laughed lightly and denied it. A young lady from the Mortairn family whose grandmother tramples a lot more than her ex. Even if they were all wives, their personalities wouldn't change suddenly, and if they came to their familiar parents' house, they wouldn't even have to ask to come to Pais and do one of the hugs. Instead, he may be coming to Pais before Shiites tells him he's a visitor.

I came home and I said, "Hi, how are you doing?" They are not classy sisters enough to say hello.

"You're worse than the royals, but not your sisters? Oh, is that a church?"

Of all the tips, Pace finally figured out the answer.

"Correct. What do you want to do? Do you want me to push you back, slap you back, or do you want me to stick you down?

A church is an organization that has little contact with secularism. It is the existential significance that basically exists for faith and becomes the spiritual pillar and moral norm of people.

I rarely join forces somewhere politically. But its influence cannot be fooled, and it is an extremely good organization, especially in the sense of its ability to gather information. For the most part, one or two people in any group are a mixture of devout followers, and no matter how honest and brilliant a person may be, depending on their faith, a potential spy.

If it's troublesome, it would be a troublesome customer in the sense of something swollen that I don't want to touch if I could.

"Welcome aboard"

I can't take the option of driving you back here. I have trouble getting resentment for it, and Baron Mortairn Taserol is also a devout believer there. There are many men of faith in military families who have a lot of opportunity to see the scene in life and death, and they don't want to be the only ones who want to be enemies.

"Well, I'll show you to the guest room."

"Yes. Tell them I'll ask you when this task is done. About an hour, I think."

"Aye."

Pace's work often involves decisions. A perfectly organized top-down, albeit home-style, that allows you to take your people's opinions flexibly. Many jobs will be delayed if Pais doesn't issue a go sign.

Pais is going to get the job done at a fair rate while thinking about it as soon as possible. As I magically transcribe that it's troublesome to sign, I can ask how good the procedure is.

With one street divided, Pace heads to the reception room.

"Thank you for waiting. This is Pastry-Mil-Morthern, Lord of Mortairn."

"… is an Assistant Superintendent of the Southern Diocese of the Divine Kingdom of Praulich, Episcopal Church of Bovaldia, Bishop of Ornbernst-Lottrohawi"

He was in the reception room, a man dressed in bishops' clothes and wearing a bird's necklace that pictured the Spirit as the use of God. It is about the age of the second half of the thirties and has a soothing appearance.

There is a wrinkle around the eye area, and the tea is cut into short pieces with slightly different gray hair. She must be stroking it with fat or something, and her unnaturally applied hair doesn't even look like a helmet.

The mouth smiles and, despite the raised corners of his mouth, his eyes are fine and he stares straight at Pace.

To a face that reminded him of a fox at any rate, Pais remembered the priest when he received another liturgy of holiness. That had a neighborhood on its round face, and at first glance it was a panda face. I will finish my greeting without even thinking that the church's alias will surely be a zoo.

"Welcome from a far away place. Speaking of the presidency of the Southern Diocese, there should have been a church in Rateshbal with headquarters. You must be tired of a long journey."

One of the most prosperous in the Kingdom of God is said to be Rateshbal, the realm capital of Count Ratesh territory. It is a town where many chambers of commerce, organizations and organizations have branches, but of course the church also has branches there. It is a large church that presides over the south, an organization of origin that has kept the periphery together since the days when the territory of Ratesh was an independent state.

From there to Mortairn territory. It's a week to two journey. It would have been possible even in a few days if it had been hurried, but in any case it should have been a rather tiring itinerary.

The man of the priesthood snorts deeply into the words of Pais.

"The only and absolutely great God will impose a test on us, the Son of God. I wouldn't call it hard work or anything like that if it's something I love but can give for it. Don't worry about it."

There is more confusion in questions such as the faithful than clergy, but the point is that I struggled, but I say you don't have to worry about it.

It is a hidden conversation of medium abdominal blackness around not denying that it has struggled.

Neither did Pais, who was aware of that, from the looks of it, show any familiarity with the negotiation of that hand, continuing the conversation in a way that only seemed plain boy.

The fox and the fox, Shiites and others beside him, are laughing bitterly.

"Is it Master Left? So, sweet of you to say, may I ask you a quick question?"

"Then it is about the work of God, which was given to you a while ago. It is God's grace to withdraw from the great evil of avenging men. As soon as I came to preach God's proxy word with revelation. I'd love to hear it."

"Huh?"

Pais doubted his ear for a moment on the other person's words.

If the boy's knowledge is correct, the clergyman in front of him said he owed the crusade of the Great Dragon that Pais and the others had just exchanged to God.

A dragon crusade to jump in with the thought of dying as people are eaten and finally “dug” from the inside by using magic.

He was a boy who wondered what it meant, but if it came from a church where the magical power was due to God, that would be what crusaded the dragon with the power of God.

Pais, who finally came to mind there, had a hunch about the difficulty of the conversation. From Pais, magic is only one of his abilities, only one of a few means, but from the Church, the power of magic is a testament to the greatness of God, and all the merits exercised by the given power are in the shadow of God. Pace sighs in his heart when the premise is likely to be a hugely different discussion.

"The Church has recently taken over the dragon that vandalized the south. It is the word entrusted to the Archbishop by His Holiness, but it may be obeyed."

"... you want me to give you the dragon I defeated?

"It is God's revelation that it is for the Mortairns"

The bishop's demands were simple.

Bring in the dragon. Begin with that word. It is an overly straightforward demand for a direct ball, which I completely ignored both the decorations and the pre-construction.

Of course, if you look from the church, there may be some reason for it, but what you're doing is just a cuttlefish. At least that's what Pace received.

Therefore, it comes with perseverance.

"I refuse"

"It's God's word, isn't it?

You didn't expect me to say no, the bishop stifles his face and taunts Pais.

"I don't deny God, but I don't even think he's involved in the world. I think God's will is distorted by someone's words."

There is also a world with a visible miracle of magic, a fanatic of bees in the sense of faith. The vast majority of the faithful are moderate, and that is the extent to which some people of loose faith, when it comes to Japanese people, are seen by the heavens, but some people consider faith to be absolute, even though it is an extremely small minority. A world where enthusiastic believers don't mind devoting their lives to faith, denying God doesn't matter how many lives there are.

Therefore, I cannot say a word that denies God. Pais chose the Word and showed it by saying that demanding a dragon is not the Word of God itself.

"What!? That can't be happening. God is the only one and absolute."

"God may be, but it is man who preaches the word. Kids will know that words conveyed in message games are distorted."

It's not a denial of God's word, it's a denial of the spokesperson's word. This is Pais's claim.

But I was ordered to take the dragon.

"Really? And this is a different issue."

If it is a story of not coming and not coming, the story is parallel.

The assumption that the Word of God is absolute does not break. Unbreakable. It is a denial of faith, and the dragon becomes a danger to life in another sense, even if it can be protected.

Still, Pais masterfully makes the bishop's demands. While insisting that it is not equals to uphold the faith and to comply with the demands of the bishop, and upholding the position of upholding the faith, the surrender of the dragon continues to be refused.

There is a strong exchange inside.

"... don't I think there are signs of disaster in the Mortairn family?

"Say?

Pais shows a strange breeze at the change in the wind direction of the Bishop's conversation.

"I cannot deduce God's will to me, but I still believe that the existence of legends such as the Great Dragon was real and crusaded is beyond man's control. All the powerful of the world will seek dragons, or will want them to compete."

"Right. Surely there are many voices you want"

"Then, by stopping at the church, we shall be free from the lust and smugness of the world. I won't say anything bad. Past greed loses itself. Dedicate yourselves to God before you attract evil."

"That being said..."

Originally, as a church, he also recommends donations to rich people who are over-profit or guilty not to buy unwanted jealousy resentment. It goes without saying that this is effective, and appealing to goodwill in the form of donations is also a constant means for the big rich and powerful.

Indeed, these days, the people who want dragons have come uncut, and in the Wang Capital, Caserol says they have been subjected to an even more rounded entertainment offense. If this is troublesome, it's not my job to donate the whole thing to you. The aim of the weird ones is also dispersed against the church, which has the effect of making the Mortairns easier as a result.

But Pais doesn't even want that.

"Then why don't we just step aside from the dragon's blood?

"Hmm?"

"The Church reaches the voice of God. I've heard stories about the healing power of dragon blood. This would be worth using in the past. I don't know if it feels intact to pull over. But what if it's otherwise"

"Otherwise?"

The bishop has presented a compromise.

If it is difficult to pull in all the dragons, the suggestion is that you should pull in other than the most useful blood.

"If it's anything but blood, let's be limited in what we want. If this is the case, unnecessary strife can be avoided by the fact that we stopped at the church. As for blood, some will be returned to the earth."

"... that the Church meditates its eyes on the whereabouts of dragon blood?

"Whatever is more shapely than the original, anything like blood is shapeless. Nothing counts for one or two, and it will be impossible to count how many there are in the first place. As a church, it's impossible to be involved."

"I see."

The Church deposits about the dragon's body, which clearly stands out and is difficult to hide. On the other hand, with regard to the blood of dragons, which is liquid and can also be subdivided, he said that the church could be treated as if there were none. I don't care what the Mortairns hide.

This will mean that the Church takes on a significant part of the trouble. Even if someone says, "I want dragon blood," I can tell you that the dragon stopped at the church in its entirety, or that it doesn't have any left. How much was there, how much is there now, where is the object? If you can work with the Church to make all of that possible, it might be beneficial to offer some profit.

"But the body of a dragon will be different. He also looked good from a distance on his way here. I can't hide it. If you can't hide it, you can't leave it alone."

I'll take care of everything, and the Mortairn family will sufficiently benefit from the proposal.

Well, it is well done as a compromise proposal. Perhaps he was coming to negotiate with the intention of bringing a drop around here from the start. If you think it was a negotiating technique that made impossible demands at first, and gradually lowered them, then maybe the first high demands were also looking good.

"I wonder. As a Mortairn, it will be profitable."

"Sure, I understand what you're saying"

"Right or right. Then why don't we do something about stopping in quickly?"

Did you see it as a fondness for the words of Pais, the bishop who reveals his joy?

We prepared a good drop and brought in a proposal that was also of benefit to the Mortairns. As a negotiator, I must have had a medium hand.

In fact, if the Mortairns are not greedy, it is not a bad idea for the Church to keep what appears to be the best interest of the dragons at hand and other miscellaneous parts. Normally, I'm pretty sure you think this will bring the negotiations to a conclusion.

But Pace still shook his head sideways.

"No, I say overlapping. I refuse."

"What!?

"Shiites. His Holiness the Bishop means to return. Drop me off."

"Okay."

Pais unilaterally informs me that the negotiations are over here. Of course, it is the bishops who are pushing for no appointments, so it would be natural for you to pick them up if you think you have finished your business.

While the Shiites kicked me out, I was nevertheless a bishop who had asked me to reconsider, but I had no choice but to be kicked out by force of boulders.

expelling the bishop, in a quiet office, the chief squire asks the deputy lord.

"Was that a good idea?

Regardless of the content of the negotiations, oh and if you say you unilaterally turned it down awesomely, the Church and I may be able to lump in the future.

That was the chief squire I worry about, but Payce's thoughts were elsewhere.

"... Shiites, I've got something to do right away. Call Lord Horwood."

Pais about calling the director of the lab.

I was surprised at what was there.