Sweet Reincarnation

The brilliance of the dressed ladies. If you compare it to a flower, the feared gentleman who is attracted to it is a bee. He jumps around the flowers busily, honking his feathers for sweet honey.

The more momentum there is in wings, the more adorable the flowers are shaken by the wings and turning their heads away from the bees. Sometimes I get closer to bees from flowers, but that makes me happy.

"But there will be too many, no matter how many"

"Hmm? Looks like Pace the boulder's tired too."

"That's right, Father. How many do you think you've been dealing with since just now?

"I don't know. I'm not counting from five."

"Thirteen. Come on, I'm getting tired of repeating the same thing."

Mortairn parents and children. There is a reason why children are easier to find.

But there was no choice but to know where they were.

Where the two of you are. It is, in other words, the venue for the celebration of the engagement of the grandchildren of the Duke of Sukhoure-Mil-Kadrecek and the three women of the Petra-Mil-Huberlek Borderline Uncle family.

For a more specific location, the Royal Castle courtyard and the room facing it will be rented out for a presentation.

A celebration of the grandchildren of the royal family of kinsmen. As a royal family, I would like to rent a place instead of a celebration, but it will remain foiled in the Duke's house. It will also lead to the improvement of the family names of the Kadreček family, which have hidden forces in the Wang capital, and the Hubarek family, which will be related to each other in this case.

That depends on how well it goes with the standing dinner party in the Royal Castle courtyard, but there's a reason to embarrass Pais here.

There are a lot of people.

The courtyard of the royal castle is commensurate in size so that it can be an army camp in case. There are 1,000 people there, even if you look lightly, because there are so many invitees who don't miss it. There will be twice as many people and security personnel who serve meticulously.

Not to mention the court aristocrats who have their place in the Wang capital, and the territorial aristocrats have come quite a bit, and many houses are sending their names even if they can't come. Naturally there is no one-person decision from one house, so many houses are bringing couples and children.

It's more troublesome than anything to have this kid.

Anyway, the purpose of the gathering is to unveil the engagement. It takes no effort to bring the topic to an engagement or marriage, and the boy, who is the actor in solving the kidnapping of Miss Borderline Bojia, has just been attacked by a matchmaker. There seems to be an irrationality in the world called hottie inequality, and many teenagers look at it with envy.

Known to be a wizard in person, his father is a hero of the war, having considerable connections to both the Kadreček family and its relatives, the Hvarek family, who will henceforth be the country's largest faction, and brilliant and talented. There were so many people who just wanted to get on the edge here.

Especially since they look like hunting prey to a house with a daughter who's just about to make up for her age.

When it comes to engagements, there are manners in the social world (salons) where nobles gather. As a minimum of manners, it is one of them that the person under the table should not speak to the person under his/her nose if he/she is annoyed. If we do not protect it, it is still evident today as a rather important custom because those full of heart may destroy the corner place with greeting offenses.

In that regard, if you are the son of the Knight Sir, you are also under the present. Except for the same qualifications, everything is obvious. Conversely, speaking from most people is not a violation of manners. Besides being prone to voice, it's worth it, so it's better to tell them not to voice themselves.

That number, by the way, has slightly exceeded ten, even though it has not been long since the meeting began. Inside, I was even introduced to the Count's maid of honor, so it's amazing inside. However, the young lady was five years old.

"Oh, Lord Mortairn, were you here?"

"Congratulations to the Duke of Kadrecek on this one. No thanks for inviting me."

"No, no. To Sir, Miss Petra's sister. I took care of the kidnapping fold. That we have successfully opened this ceremony without taking care of it. I think you should be thankful."

"It was my job, too."

It was one of the hosts of this reception who showed up to the Pais and the others, who looked pioneering. Elizebio-Hazbnowa-Mil-Kadrecek, one of the most prestigious Kwon Men power leaders in the country's aristocracy. An ancient haughter with a samurai prestige and a unique sense of intimidation.

Once again, the Duke turns his attention to one boy when the greetings between the noble principals of Elizebio and Caserol are complete.

"Even though Lord Pastry-Mortellen has told us about his work this time, we have heard rumors. I would like to thank you for protecting Miss Liquorice, my step-grandson, and for being the one who cannot move out of her chair because of her role."

"No, as a knight, you will not be thankful to protect a woman."

"Well, this is a good idea. I want my grandson to apprentice the same spirit."

"My friend (Sucre) is full of pride. I greeted you again today, and it was splendid."

The Duke's grandson, Sukhoure, is the protagonist of the reception and thus sits like a figurine in a room facing the courtyard. I couldn't move until I received all the congratulations from all the guests, and because the woman I fell in love with at first sight was next door as my future wife, I was solidified in my cock.

The only time the tension was loose would be when Pais accidentally hid his laughter when he greeted him and made an easygoing conversation.

"The Medal of War. When you say it to a certain lord, there is something I think. I wonder if it would be a little more dependable for Sucre to be an engaged man."

"If I crawl, I say stand, if I stand, I say walk kindness. No matter how good it is, it makes me think even more. You have to be careful for yourself."

"Oh, that's what your father should tell you. Lord Mortairn opens his mouth and talks all about you."

"It's embarrassing. My father has many things to respect and he is proud of, but he thinks it's the balls that are too troublesome."

"If you take it seriously, even though you're an adult, your child is a child. Sucre and the like are still like leopards with shells on their buttocks. Not to mention the fact that less than ten of you are still a lovely child."

"Depends on the fear. By the way, my lord, I'd like to take this opportunity to confirm one thing."

"Well, I don't know what"

An innocent smile of a child is the soothing of a person's heart. It's the same as loving the awkward movements of a newborn kitten, which would be cheeky loose unless you're a pretty twister.

That's what Pace is floating about. If I had a mother here, I would have been bored by the urge to burst her tender cheeks.

Even for the negotiator of the war, the Duke of Kadreček, it did not hit an exception. It must have been a failure to think about it later that I accidentally broke my guard.

"I had an odd thought about the fold where Miss Liquorice of the Huberlek family was caught earlier. For the sake of the thief's good hands and certainty of his decision to withdraw, there were also awkward parts of him who grabbed him wrong or insufficiently secured his exit. There was a clear bias in obtaining information. You would also have needed the financial strength and connections to have a valuable wizard and secure a base. For that reason, I didn't think he had that many connections. The fallen aristocrats don't have enough connections to do whatever they want in the Wang capital. All in all, I can't wipe the impression of a chiggy hug."

"Well, you have a lot of imagination."

"But here, if there was a third-party intervention as a hypothetical story, this tigh-hug unnaturalness would be eliminated. A third-party presence that circulates biased information, prepares connections, and misses the rampage in the King's Capital,"

"Hmm, hmm"

A duke with an attitude that is really interesting, and a boy who handles cute, innocent children well.

I guess I was lucky that the party participants only seemed to be talking to the public without any other love, as far as that was from where they left off.

"This case in the first place. Which is the most profitable as of right now?"

"Well..."

"Assuming there are people to gain, I could clean them into a potato ceremony that doesn't hide hostility from the“ someone. "“ Someone ”should have pretty strong authority over the King's Capital, and he could purposefully make a hole in surveillance by playing some security.“ Someone ”sold favors to the other in this marriage.“ Someone ”could have bought safety by daring to assault my sister. There's more..."

The Duke, who came here and perceived what he was going to say, let him pull his face as soon as he could. I come to recall once again that the boy's smile in front of me was a tiger's smile rather than a kitten's.

"Enough. What you're trying to say is that one of them is a nobleman?

"No. I'm talking about the imagination that if there were only such a person behind the painting, my lord. Kids and I sometimes dream of making up absurd stories, so that's if you laugh as an adult measure."

"You are an adult. I'm sure you can handle children."

"That's it there. From my father and His Eminence the Duke, if I stay with a shelled leech on my ass."

"I often say that. I find it horrible."

Was it his insistence as a negotiator that the Duke could hide his sigh? In the wake of the spitting thoughts from the bottom of his heart, Pastry bowed his head to his feet.

"Well, it has nothing to do with that." We have, as you know, a land of hardship. Whatever the only hand you can hit, it's common for the world to be difficult if there's nothing to precede you. My wise lord, I want to help you understand the situation and thank you very much. "

"There was no alarm or gap. By the way, what if I can't help you?

"My mouth will be lighter. His Excellency Uncle Neighbourhood is here, so I guess I'll have to say hello, and I might accidentally talk to him because of the child."

"Okay. Surrender. We'll promise you the assistance you deserve later. It's also known as this gratuity."

"I am impressed with your quantity of equipment. I would like to greet you again later."

Hmm, and the duke with a rough nose had thoughts of being hit in the heart.

Indeed, I knew that all the hostilities, including the former Duke of Armenia, were in motion, and it is true that I was asking for an opportunity to exhaust that. It is also true that he was somehow spreading false information to the enemy and supposed humans.

I can assure you that it was the Duke himself who gave the instruction.

But by mistake, it's not something you're going to do to expose your lovely grandson's fiancée or his sister to crisis. Information management is normal business as the custodian of the King's capital's military power, and given the Duke's position, there are many enemies and so on.

When I took it all together, it was pointed out that it was almost like the Duke was doing a selfie, and I sweated cold.

While appreciating the fact that I have been advised to go far, I am uncomfortable in that I have been openly collected.

All in all, because of the complexity of the hearts and minds of the sad people, they razed their noses.

Young boy, no matter how you look at it, and the sight of a friendly, long story from the side. If the boy's counterpart is a powerless man lined up, he stands out undeniably.

Some of them therefore called out.

"Oh, Lord Mortairn. And do you have a son? Thank you so much for coming. I can't thank you enough for your help this time."

"This is the Huberlek border uncle. We congratulate you once again on your son's engagement."

Another protagonist side of this engagement reception. Donashel-Mil-Huberlek. That's him. It is rare to be in the King's Capital, a role in preserving the frontiers between the Eastern Takeover and the virtual enemy kingdom of Elese Ya Siri. If for no good reason, like today, we can't leave the east.

So many people call out to keep the edge on this occasion, but he has his thoughts and he has bothered to do so at a time when the Duke and Pastry are in full swing.

This is a slight act. It's not against the rules, but if I don't have quite an excuse, I can frown.

The act of interrupting someone else's cheer is an act that everyone hates, and the side that was pushing it when it was interrupted even has animosity, if it was in the middle of negotiations. Something extra, something like that.

Yes, it takes a lot of time.

"Huberlek Borderline Uncle. I know what it's like to thank a young hero. If Sir was a parent, he would have been grateful to have helped his daughter. But I don't think a heavily seated lord of the state has to rush like that?

I was overlooked by the Duke, who was talking to Pastry today.

In the future, the Duke and the Borderline Uncle will be related. There is no choice but to gather my ears and eyes around the two of them, and if I show them that I am too close to them, if I am trying to do something that is not good by consorting them, they will search my stomach without pain and make me exercise unnecessary vigilance.

Therefore, after we have exchanged marital appointments, we should show as little likeness as possible. I'm sure you know all about that.

Nonetheless, the thoughts and feelings of the borderline uncle who came from himself to the Duke. Not to mention the imitation that seems to have frowned upon. It is clear that I did not just speak out with ease.

Something seems to be happening, and the invitees are intrigued to see how it goes.

"No, no, I was in a hurry to thank Lord Pastry-Mortellen, even for me. Again, it depends on your sincere gratitude to Sir"

"I'm afraid."

"Thanks to you, my two daughters have grown up safely... with that said, Sir had already been subjected to another liturgy of holiness. You know, magic."

"Yes, I was only thankful for God's grace."

Pais deduces the thoughts of Uncle Borderline.

If you're going to push me through this kind of insanity, it's not a normal welcome first. I want to gain until I sweeten up some disadvantages, I have a very big profit. Or I want to avoid a slight negative review or something so big that I think it is now. Either of them.

There is no early risk that a frontier uncle who has something to protect will want to avoid it until he has put it at risk. If so, what should be considered to have come out loud in search of the only great benefit?

Think of it from where you've been calling out to Paisley, and the first benefit is what Paisy herself has. If you had found merit in Mortairn territory, you would have called your father.

From what I have cut out about the Sacred Another Rite, I would have brought a story to accompany it.

So Fu Pais comes to mind.

Magic.

For Pais to think, the most valuable thing he has is it.

One in 10,000 rare qualities. Furthermore, Uncle Borderline knows the magic of Pais. Maybe I've come up with something that's not visible to me.

When this happens, depending on how you take the story, it leads to a lot of money. And the boy giggles in his heart.

But more than that, we have to make sure that we don't lose.

"Sir gained his magical gift from his father and inherited his rare beauty from his mother. As long as I'm really jealous."

"It is up to my parents to thank me for saying that to His Excellency Uncle Borderline"

"Of what. If you're as good as Sir, you'll get a lot of deductions in the near future. Reiki talent will be particularly popular with you ladies. Or is it possible that even those who have made up their minds can stay?

"No. I, for example, am still far from such a story if I were a young man."

However, the wind direction is suspicious.

"My lord has already grown up, and I never said it was too soon to consolidate myself."

"I have the feeling that as I was born into the Knight family, there will be no stopping any of them. But as I mentioned earlier, I'm a young man."

"Is it Master Left? If you have a good person, you can consolidate yourself in the future."

"Well, I haven't met a good person yet"

Casserole, who was silently listening to the exchange between Uncle Borderline and his son, felt hit.

Even if he is a satirical son on a daily basis, he is still unfamiliar with this exchange of hands. And now there's something harder to break into conversation.

"Ho, so what about my daughter, etc?

"What? Miss Petra just entered into an engagement with Lord Square, didn't she?

"No, no, it's Licorice. I don't think my daughter would be satisfied if Sir helped me."

"Ha, it's an honor..."

"You look distracted."

"It would be disproportionate for something like me. Miss Liquorice might find someone better."

You must not give a word here. And to the extent that I think about it, Pais is also wise.

However, it makes sense that it is impossible to do all that you have had in a boulder with memories of your previous life, including those that you have never experienced at all.

He had not realized that he had already given words in previous exchanges.

If you had noticed, you would have handled it a little differently.

"Well, you said earlier that if you had a good person, you would consolidate yourself. But you said you didn't like my daughter. Okay, well, from you, does that mean my daughter's bad?

Coming here, Pais also finally realized his own failure.

The bitter face of the father, the duke's face, the flattering face of the borderline uncle. All this leads to one answer.

The boy didn't notice.

To the fact that his primary value is not magic, but himself.

"... no, never with such intent"

"You're not dissatisfied with my daughter?

"I have no objection that Miss Liquorice is a wonderful woman..."

"Good for you, then. Lord Casserole, may I?

Coming here, Uncle Borderline finally spoke to Pace's father.

In this situation, there is only one answer that emerges, for example. What would happen if I rebelled against the face of what had been said in a place where Uncle Borderline pushed and the Duke deliberately gave a stare?

I don't know. There are no humans here.

"I thought it would be an honor for our family."

"Okay, then it's settled. Quickly, let's get everyone together. Hey, gather all of us now."

"Oh, then let's gather the people of my Kadrecek family. Somebody get everybody."

While I'm at it, people gather around the Pais and the others.

In your hand, a new liquor will be prepared.

Slightly, one girl came beside Pais.

He is the victim of this kidnapping, but also Licoris-Mil-Huberlek, who was protected by a juvenile.

Tried to look subtly sideways, Pais was blinded by her.

As a relative of the main character of the reception, there is naturally an admiration from all around for its stunning specifications.

The hairstyles are slightly uppermost and splashed with brilliant ornaments. Though there is no piercing, a luxurious, albeit modest necklace with dozens of gold coins flying around the neck.

The girl herself is the most eye-catching, although she wears a dress that makes for a beautiful gradient from top to bottom.

The embarrassment of being the star and the unique embarrassment of a girl of her age who puts it in her attitude. Like not running away, not hiding, but happily being beside the boy. Naughty, and then adorable, makes everything you see feel happy.

Adults and others narrow their eyes that they were such first-love beginnings.

"Now the lords of the gathering. I, Donashel-Mil-Huberlek, this time coincided with promising my daughter's companion. Its opponent is Sir Sukhoure-Kadreček. And it is both the names of Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I would like you to distinguish between your new sons and lords."

"Now to be eye-catching. If you think you have more beautiful daughters in our Kadrecek family, the hero's son will also be righteous grandchildren. To this delight, cheers!!

"" Cheers!!

Pais sighs haha at his engagement, which was quickly decided upon.

But that's not because Miss Liquorice doesn't like it.

Crisp eyes. Soothing nostrils. Yearly appropriately glowing creases. I can be sure that all of them are adorable and will definitely be beautiful in the future. Even from the boy, she is not dissatisfied with anything herself, but rather as happy as she is.

What's bothering me is how many old men took the head of the toast.

"Dear Pais,"

"Dear Liquorice, You've caused a lot of trouble this time."

"No, what is annoyance, etc. So... Was it okay with me?"

Liquorice looks anxious.

As she was also born into a nobleman, she knew that at some point she would have to marry someone her parents had decided to marry. If it was after receiving another liturgy of holiness, I was prepared to decide who to deal with even immediately.

Well, I have feelings for the boy who protected himself. If you describe it in non-decorative terms, I'd be happy to say a word.

But what makes her nervous is that she says she's four to five years old. Years of difference around this age seemed more serious for him than adults thought.

I'd love to be honest with you.

"Me too. Best regards,"

"Welcome."

It's truly novel. The two of us, lighted and reluctantly packing the distance, can see such a pure love heart that the adults watching are likely to turn red.

From now on, we just need to get to know each other carefully. The time for both of us is now. Such a nobleman-specific mindset was also a reason for the adults around to watch.

"Yes, Master Pais. I made baked sweets based on what I had received before."

"In the meantime, that's a cookie"

"I'm bringing it, so make sure you eat it"

Baked sweets that were kept by the samurai. Pais is convinced that this is who he was wondering because it smells sweet.

If you open the seal that was wrapped in the fabric, it has about ten (and) cream colors. The fragrance lingers on the fluffy fragrance, which must be because the ingredients used are good.

"Go ahead."

"I'll have it."

- Sakuri and the baked confectionery were sweet and salty.