Sweet Reincarnation

eastern part of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Praurich. In the ever-contentious southern continent, this is considered an even more contentious land.

If we follow that reason, we will arrive at the historical history since the founding of the nation.

The Kingdom of the God of Praurich was growing in strength as a radical force, using the Bovaldia Episcopal Church, which was born in a small town, as a national religion. And the kingdom of Elese Ya Siri, which had expanded its forces as a great power since that time. How many times (every time) do we bump into each other with more than 10,000 troops, when it takes less time for the rapid forces and the conservative forces to bump into each other?

Starting at some point, the frontier of the gaze has been drawn naturally. Whatever was not the only decision, nature and each other's parts were fixed in the form of confrontation between the two sides.

In the first place, it is only the boundaries that emerge from the strife, but there are constant moves to expand the area, even if every thing is forceful.

And it is the Luttrut Borderlands of the Kingdom of Siri and the Huberlek Borderlands of the Kingdom of God that gave birth to it from the history that both countries have been holding each other back.

Both sides of the border house have made each other enemies of each other's uncertainty, and they have continued to compete almost as small as usual.

One of them.

In the central part of the Borderland of Hubarek was Alcom, the capital of the Territory. The town is built to surround a small high hill and is said to be one of the greatest cities in the eastern part of the Kingdom of God. There is a castle in the centre of the town, protected by a moat, built on a hill so that, when things happen, it can be fought thoroughly.

The castle, which can also be seen from outside the city, has been inhabited by generations of Fuberlek border uncles and their families.

Donashel-Mil-Huberlek. That's the present owner of the castle. That he was now in a room in the castle, facing a squire as secretary.

"But since you were so kind?

Yes, a squire who spoke to Uncle Neighborhood. At first glance he looks like a skinny good man, a man entrusted with the diplomatic service in the realm and one of the heavy ministers of the Borderline Uncle family.

"What?

"It's about the ladies. It would make sense for Lady Petra to gain trust in the Duke of Kadrecek's family if she were to visit the King's capital. But, Liquorice, why are you even being sent outside?"

It is odd to say that we gain trust.

Uncle Borderline himself, I don't know what it means to leave my daughter in the king's capital. He's a good hostage in a pre-built engagement to get help from the Duke's house. It would be my subordinate's concern to call it gaining trust. Fortunately, my fiancée, the Duke's grandson and Petra, were close, and I heard they were meeting each other at a tea party. I hear it's a good idea to replace even handmade plugs.

So what do your people care about? I don't know that. It's not Donashel. I understand it's my sister who cares.

Whatever the shape, in a situation that seems to be a hostage, I'd like to ask if it makes sense to keep my daughter with a weak aristocrat.

"The fox likes you. That's what I'm here for. Nothing to worry about."

"Female fox?

Countess Ratesh.

"Oh, that's the girl."

It is a well-known fact that Count Ratesh is an unafraid negotiator.

To the extent that she was comfortable calling herself a female fox, she had a common understanding. It is therefore satisfactory.

"It's obvious that that woman is trying to take in our son-in-law."

"You're the one on the left. We learned about the remarkable development of his land because of a recent incident and we looked into it quite carefully. If you're Uncle Ratesh, who keeps the south together, you won't be surprised to find out more about Mortairn territory than we do. I'm sure you're letting the church hold the money."

"He said it was an invitation to a new tea party to come there. She can see what she's going to do."

"Normally, how would you look or guess? So, you said you hit him in the hand beforehand?

"Yes."

I can't count on noble engagement. Therefore, it is not unusual to have more than one fiancée.

Several men in one woman may be available as fiancées or candidates for engagement or, naturally, vice versa.

For the gathering of new tea, young gentlemen and ladies gather. It is also true that all men who are close to Uncle Ratesh are.

As it is a negotiating place in form, it is customary for people to come who can have some decision-making power, so since the reality is that it is a tea party, it is mostly the new tea tasting where surrogates, not the owners themselves, come. Surrogacy in this case has become half normal to let the sons and daughters of the aristocrats go.

Ask them to be intimate because they are good with anyone, for having a young, old successor to the Mortairn family in it. Friends or acquaintances are good. And we'll get along very deeply.

Deepen your ties with Uncle Ratesh and deeply connected humans. If you do, you will also deepen your fringe with Uncle Ratesh, even indirectly. Uncle Borderline and his men thought that there was a thought.

"If you keep your daughter, it's not unnatural to take her to a new tea party as your fiancée"

"Naturally. For this reason, he deposited his daughter with a message to Sir Mortairn to his men in the King's capital. I'll trust you to take care of our daughter and keep it. I still have confidence in the eyes that see people. And..."

"And?"

"I haven't even told the Duke yet, but it's time to move. There's also the kindness of wanting to leave my daughter where there's no danger."

"Was I? No, I offered you something."

Uncle Borderline nodded deeply to his men who bowed their heads.

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The main village of Zarsden in the territorial capital of Mortairn territory.

It is a village built to enclose the relatively better land of water and gas in a land of scarce water.

It's in a normal village like anywhere else, the most prominent building. That's the Lordship Hall. There have been some recent rebuilds, and the brand new, bright white walls are full of cleanliness and the house also looks out of place wind in the countryside.

This House has one unusual characteristic.

Zubari, the cooking area is huge.

Even the average aristocrat is about three to four cooks, but the cooking area here is even more so.

The village rumor is that the lord's son wasted as much as he wanted, and (but) the rumor is half true.

Whatever, the cost of building this new cooking area came out of the next lord's pocket money. The rumors were correct in the sense that they could have been done by listening to the boy's requests from one to ten, and I could say that the rumors were wrong in that they were not even admitted to waste.

"Humph ~ Ruru ~"

In such a large cooking area, there was a moving shadow.

Sing a nose song in a good mood, while giving it a sweet scent.

Whatever the person is, it's the most mischievous kid in the village, Pastry.

"What are you doing?

"Hey, I thought I'd make a souvenir to take to the tea party."

It was my fiancé, Liquorice, who had an interesting gaze on what Pastry would do.

I have come to Mortairn territory with various thoughts, but I am happy with the person who did it. Everything you see is rare from a girl who can't get you out of the hall every day.

Well, as a fiancée, with a conscious boy is somehow a noise of heart.

Beautiful boy moving around in a circle of fun. Liquorice thinks it's going to be fun just to see it but also to myself.

What Pace prepared was sugar and honey. And Bonca. The sugar I bought until my parents reduced my allowance is a luxury item, and honey is quite valuable in the territory.

But the boy was not hesitant to use them.

"I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do"

"You make candy. It's not a big deal. Just watch."

Spread the flame that was burning in the pan to some extent, then add the pan about between medium and low heat.

Place the water in a pan and add while dissolving the sugar and honey one by one. In fact, this formula ratio is the result of Pais' research. Sugar and water candy would have been the best way to make armor candy, but I made the mistake of trying to use honey for this purpose.

Sweet scent drifting around.

The warm smell of sugar and the honey that mixes with it is just a fragrance that is going to sweeten your mouth.

The boy gently mixes the contents of the pussy and foaming pan so that they are not carefully scorched. Adjusting this fire rate is difficult in this world without gas stoves. Even if he looks like he's having fun, only those eyes are serious themselves.

After a while, the thick contents begin to color.

After the moisture flies and sees out the right time to get to the right temperature, the paste is removed from the fire for each pan.

As it was, the freshly made candy was draped at regular intervals over the prepared clean iron plate.

"Clear and beautiful color."

"Right. But I'm going to do a little small work... a little"

A pile of candy just twenty times the size of a coin.

That's what Pace thinks of as a sussus with a small skewer like a yang branch.

I gently stroke the head of the mountain and flatten it, moving the skewer a little bit to create what is the only shape. Every time Pais moves a skewer, various forms of candy can be made.

Its handy. The delicacy of the movement and the lack of stray may be called boulders.

"Dogs, cats?, to Mr. Bull...... maybe a bird?

Liquorice was also looking forward to seeing how it went. I deduce sequentially the shapes that can be done. Although the dog cat cow hit surprisingly easily, the boulder took off the shape of the plane. Pais laughs and answers off the hit.

Ha, her reasoning stops. In candy without the same object as one, she finds it revealing a delightful color.

"Wow, is that a flower?

"Correct. By the way, Peony is the model. The trick is to solidify it a little and then apply the design. Too soft can crush fine workmanship, and too firm to make it. It's about discernment."

"So much for eating."

"Ha, that shouldn't be right. If I don't eat you, candy would be pathetic, wouldn't it?

"Hehe, but I still want to leave it because it's beautiful"

Soothing.

The way the two of you look like such a good fit for words. There were people watching each other smile at each other.

That, too, comes from the gap in the door. Sneaky as a peek.

"Sounds familiar. More like this, we have to be aggressive from Payce."

"Ma'am, Pais is gonna find me. We need to be quiet."

"I figured you'd better stop it."

Pais has a fiancée.

The shocking news is that there are no strangers in Mortairn territory.

Naturally, Pastry's mother, Anise. And I learned from his childhood trainers.

Breaking news delivered today during the whirlpool of shocks. The less entertaining country man jumped and rumored to the rumored fiancée that he was coming.

Says an on parade of exaggerated ads that would make their faces bright red and deny if they heard that they were a worldly beauty, that they were propositions that attracted men, that pastries were mellow and boned. Rumors are largely confusing.

When this happens, naturally, there are some things that drive me to confirm the rumors. Early childhood training, etc. is at the forefront of this, with excess capacity for action in vain.

Especially Lumi, etc., a girl even though she is said to be a male victor. I'm intrigued by other people's love stories. It's my best friend, Shabbat. We're still working on the investigation, with the intention of involving Pais' mother and sneaking up on it. In front of the door.

Marc and others don't want to watch their best friend flirting or anything, but rather, they want to give their hot friends one of the curses of jealousy, and they're trying to stop the women. But they can't be the kind of people who listen to Marc's advice.

"Go ahead and hold your hips tight. It's best to take a gentle hand from behind and make it together. My hands are already blocked."

"Ku ~ I'm making something to that effect."

"Is it good, like this"

While the tooth turtle is here, Pais will continue to make sweets.

"This fruit is Bonca, isn't it? What the hell are you going to do with this?

"This is how you coat it with candy."

candy left in the pan. Slightly yellowish, clear liquid, the boy sprinkles on fruit (kajitsu). When you call, it's important to balance the size of the contents with the thickness of the candy, he says.

What Pace makes is so-called (so-called) apple candy. It is a treat that can be considered a classic in edge stalls and so on, and its history is quite old.

Originally it is said that it also meant the preservation of fruits, which are completely sealed with candy are far more sunny than they would normally be left behind. This is not the case with something from a stall that stabs with chopsticks, but its crux lies in the harmony of acidity and sweetness.

"This one over here fits when it's time to consolidate. Would you like to taste it?

"Is that good?

"Of course. The apple over here... it's not, because Bonca candy is made at last."

"Well, I'll have it"

Liquorice made a crisp noise and roamed the candy.

"Sweet."

Pais handmade confectionery with a mouthful of apologies for growing up well. Simple, but therefore, its performance was remarkable to the amateur.

Immediately, just a little bit more. Bonca candy that is eaten without stopping. If you look at that, it's self-evident that the girl liked it.

Lick candy. A refreshing fruit that can be eaten just when you are used to sweetness and the bitterness seems to come to your mouth. And candy licked with fresh delicacies again. Good sweets when it comes to perfect balance. Messengers of peace who produce harmony.

Liquorice had never had such a delicious treat. So shocking delicious.

Pais smiles and stares at the girl who eats with a silent smile.

Still, as a single artisan, I'm glad you ate what you made deliciously.

"I'm glad you like it. Well..."

Is there anything else?

While everyone on the spot noticed, the juvenile craftsman walked toward the door with Tsukatsuka and opened the door at once.

Suddenly opened doors.

To that applause, three intruders fall into the cooking area.

"Mother, and even Lumi and Marc. What were you doing here?

Pastry asking that with a very good smile.

"Oh... oh, I had some errands. Ho ho."

Anise was the one who escaped the scene the most. Only the boulder has the merit of the year, and he escapes quickly.

It was the two childhood tamers who ran away.

You can't possibly tell the meaning of Pastry's obvious smile from two long relationships.

"If nothing, I was going to give you two a taste..."

"Oh, is that good to eat?

A girl with a tenderness of food. Luminito shines his eyes.

Bonca candy served meaningfully in front of her. Since Miss Liquorice had been eating it looking delicious, she wanted to try it, so she reached out.

And my hands wave empty.

Pais deepens his smile that the Peeping Demon can't have a sweet face.

"Marc on Lumi, peeking is a good hobby.... as punishment, we both have no taste or sweets for the time being. I'll take this to your father and Shiites."

"Yeah, that's not true."

"I stopped."

Leaves only a delicious looking smell, the back of a distant paice.

It was the peeping demons who sadly drop it off.