Sweet Reincarnation

Lord Huberlek, is Lord Huberlek here?

The church is the least suited to the liveliness, but the noise is devoid of shards with a solemn atmosphere.

It was for the purpose of presenting the engagement of Miss Hiroshi Borderline.

Various thoughts crossed and it was a noise that was going to be mistaken for a festival, but it calms back like it hit the water.

For one man came.

Who is this man across the horse?

You can tell that by looking at what you're wearing.

Polished full-body armor. A sword placed in a stunning decorative sheath. Ritual cape.

And a three-headed dragon that stands out in the cape. Embroidery of the Duke's House crest.

It is the use of the House of the Duke of Kadrecek, which I have been waiting for.

"I am. Who is it?"

My men pushed people like wild horses apart, and in the meantime it was Uncle Fuberlek who showed up.

The boulder greets the man who has become a messenger, with the prestige of the male of the East.

The apostle's man, when he saw the borderline uncle, first disembarked.

Show the liturgy of placing your right hand on your left chest, from where you do not get one knee, you can tell that you are noble.

However, this is a formal liturgy.

Uncle Borderline himself, in a thoughtful meeting, already knew who the person to pick him up today was.

"We're out of time, my lord. Lord Viscount Vetzen of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Plowlich is in the Son and the Central Army Staff Abelt-Ecker-Mill-Vetzen. At the time of this engagement announcement, Awkward Job came to pick you up at the behest of General Kadreček Central Army, who told your son not to do anything in case."

"It is a courtesy. Thank you very much for your kindness. Let's get my daughter out of here."

The man of the messenger, the eldest son of Viscount Vetzen, becomes a man.

He became the son of several military factions in the heavy town of the central military system, known as the Duke of Kadrecek, and naturally he has met with Uncle Fuberlek on several occasions in social and negotiating settings.

But it makes a lot of sense to dare correct the role in front of the public.

By appealing internally and externally to the fact that the escort will serve as the highest-ranking one, it will help to make the Duke aware of the importance attached to this engagement.

It's easy to understand if you think of welcoming the president of another company as something that would make a different impression for a regular employee than for an executive.

"Father."

"Um, finally your sunny stage. I'm sure they're waiting for us, so let's get out of here."

Soon after the sacrament of another liturgy, the princess appeared conveniently. He said the ceremony was just over when he was picked up for some reason. With a church priest, it seems to accommodate the best.

Miss Petra said that magic was slightly more powerful than people and that there was a critical possibility that magic could be used, but unfortunately the magic itself could not be used.

There is no way to be anxious because of that.

Because there are elements in the desolation of looking back at oneself that are unrelentingly weak.

The carriage, worn in front of the church, seats ten.

The finest of the six-headed draws, decorated with the Duke's three-headed dragon crest. It seems to be a military family, with little decoration of light objects, but a fine carriage conceived of practicality.

"Please, give me your hand."

Viscount Aberto offers his hand by the carriage.

Due to the tall height of the men and women, it takes the form of looking down slightly at Miss Petra, but the standing behavior was princess on the boulder.

"Come on, get in."

My father urges me, and the girl rides the carriage.

Together, Uncle Borderline himself boarded the carriage and proceeded to the Duke's residence.

"Sir Mortairn. I asked for Liquorice and the rest."

Casserole and Shiites finally sighed of relief as they dropped the rattles and loud noises away.

"Is this one paragraph of our work?

"Well, we'll just wait for you to come back after the revelation. So I sent you to your uncle's territory and finished. We make a lot of money."

"Steady, there was a lot of trouble with identification"

"Sort of."

It was better because the entrance was hidden in one sturdy room, but people are still pushing me.

Assuming there's a room with a back door, just thinking about the watch there would take twice as many escorts as there are now.

In addition, because I need so many escorts, I am the one who has been pushed to temporarily hire people.

They are desperate because there are examples of temporary employment where they have been recognized as capable and have become fully employed.

That's why some people tried to break in. Some tried to get close with evil in mind, but in a discreet way, the Mortairn and Fuberlek escort forces eliminated a significant number of them with strength.

"By the way, is the boy okay?

"What?"

"Whatever I say, it's a grown man and an adult girl, albeit seven. Wouldn't you rather make one of your mistakes?

Shiites is particularly worried.

It was not Casserole's idea to put it down and do what now, but I don't think it is necessary to worry about it.

"From now on, with Miss Liquorice's Sacred Separation ritual, she'll be quarantined, and you don't have to worry. Besides, I won't leave you alone. I did a scare watch ahead of time."

"Scary watch?

"Oh. I'm scared like my wife"

"That's the scariest part."

Shiitz looked in the side room with the same eyes as even the poor abandoned dog could see.

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A room in the church.

A simple room that is usually used to receive guests, etc.

It's beside the cathedral, and the walls are thin, so the hustle and bustle outside comes through.

"Uh..."

In a room like that.

Pastry-Mill-Morthern sat uncomfortably.

Across the street from the boy sits a very beautiful girl. It is Liquorice, Petra's twin sister.

If it was meant to be, such as across the street from a beautiful girl, tense as a man naturally.

Unless you're also a fag, it should be a situation that everyone should be happy with. Whether Pais is extremely normal and normal, just confectionery crazy, so you can be happy, but the reason you can't do that is behind the girl's diagonal.

"Why is Mr. Caella here?

"Liquorice, I'm here to protect you."

"Because you didn't follow Mr. Petra?

"Liquorice, I'm here to protect you."

A tight-eyed, ageless samurai is staring at the boy with eyes that shoot through him all the time.

If Pais moves slightly ahead of herself, and in case he moves strangely, perhaps the first step will be hers.

The position of samurai is a special one for the aristocratic house.

In the first place, there are two positions to serve the House of Aristocrats.

One is to maintain my life as a nobleman. i.e. personnel defending the private aspect.

The other is to assist you in your affairs as a territorial nobleman or kingdom bureaucrat. i.e. personnel to assist in their practice as politicians.

In either case, it is all about important positions and is often institutionalized as a hereditary jury. In the form of the deacon's son being educated as a deacon to serve the next generation of lords, or his position as a financial assistant being taken over by the child.

In this world, where it is physically difficult to move people around, searching for a competent person can only be done within the realm or on the brink, and humans with specialized knowledge naturally do so more than parents can teach that knowledge.

The post of samurai is also unchanged, in large frames, a position of protection of the nobility's private life. Most of them will be attacked more than they are.

But not the samurai.

The aristocrats have women, starting with their wives.

If you take care of the woman around you, you can't let her be a man, so only a woman can be a samurai.

Financial secretaries, etc. are possible for both men and women, but only women can be samurai.

If a woman who works as a samurai gives birth to a child, it is not always a girl. In the first place, if you are married, the children you have given birth to are treated as daughter-in-law children, so there is a reality that it is extremely difficult to "subjugate" your position as a samurai.

Therefore, among many professions, the post of samurai rarely “meritocracy” passes.

"Uh... it's so awkward"

……

From aesthetic taste, courtesy, appearance, upbringing and knowledge, and escort ability to cleaning arms.

All versatility is required of a samurai.

Starting with Miscellaneous Women (All Works), the more humans combined, the higher the status of a samurai.

He is one of the most prestigious houses in the east, and would be quite highly treated if he were also a samurai serving beside a courtier, and as a samurai he would be accordingly accorded a high status.

That is, nothing more than what is an excellent woman.

Pais thought there and felt the cold in his spine.

Because I perceived what the woman in front of me excelled at.

Pais is a child, no matter how he looks, but also a martial artist enough to have learned the sword before words from his father. As the analogy suggests that those who excel in one art excel in many arts, the speed of swallowing is where Shiites, not only his father, but also his friend, admits.

Sometimes, therefore, you notice.

This samurai woman.

Pretty strong, that is.

In other words, the woman in front of her is a militant who also serves as an escort.

It must have been unpleasant to get distracted before a "no matter” woman.

It was also unsavory that, even for the characters, they increased their unwanted vigilance against the boys and the other boys.

This is the spot where both of Miss Liquorice's warriors were distracted by something completely different.

In the meantime, the ground suddenly rocked out at a time like I was after it.

"Yikes!!

"Ohhh."

Physically, seismic intensity 5. Or maybe more. Intense shaking.

The women who were born and raised in a country where earthquakes were extremely rare were wolfed.

Ms Caela stood diagonally behind Miss Liquorice. But that makes a decisive difference from the pais or liquorice that was sitting there.

No matter what the master of martial arts was, there was no way he could stand in a shake with a seismic intensity of five or more, and he couldn't move in or out.

I guess it was supposed to be a boulder that got her in shape in just a few moments, but when she could move. There was only one big hole in front of me.

"Lady!!

A big mouth with a pompous opening.

“Around the chair” had been cut in full.

"What's the matter?"

It was the two of us who jumped in there.

Caserol and Shiites, who were supposed to be protecting the room in the cathedral.

What they saw when they entered the room was also a large hole beautifully drilled into the floor that was supposed to be cobblestone.

"The lady's in this hole"

"What happened to our son?

"Probably said we fell into a hole together..."

For anyone on the spot, obvious facts.

Big hole where the chair was. An invisible girl and boy. To conclude, it was natural to assume that we had both fallen into a hole.

"Shiites. Go immediately to the Kadreček family mansion. Explain the situation to all concerned."

"What will the Admiral do?

"This is what you do!!

An invisible deep hole in the bottom.

Nevertheless, the casserole jumped in without hesitation. To add and subtract the same impotence, Shiites sighed one.

Courage and recklessness sometimes become similarities.

When there is unknown and danger in front of you. Hit the unknown without fear of danger if necessary.

If there's a need to protect it, it's courage.

My own son. Or the girl to be escorted. If you think you should protect it, the courage of the Knight Sir, who jumped in without hesitation, in a large hole named Unknown, is commendable. I didn't give Dada a brave name, but this audacity when it comes to having trouble is still alive.

Well, it is also true that a knight Sir who is transferred when something happens is no more apt.

If you don't think about your subordinate and best friend,

"He's always been impotent and cancer. After all, I always wipe my ass. Do you have a parent?"

Shiitz's stupidity disappeared into the hole.