Sweet Reincarnation

Celebrating victory makes sense.

To disseminate the fact that we won the battle, to hustle up our own justice, to criticize the injustice of our enemies.

And for the soul of those who died, and for the comfort of the living.

"Celebrate this victory, cheers!!

"" Cheers!!

Fuberlek Borderline Bo Luan, the territorial capital Alcom. In its almost central castle, the Great Hall is currently open.

In the bustling hustle and bustle, one luxurious dish after another was carried, starting with the whole roasted lamb. A number of dishes arranged narrowly at the central table attract more attention than anything else. but that is not to be praised. Because if it is, cooking and so on should be a guest's attraction.

The dish stands out in the hall because of the lack of shades that are common in this hand socializing. It was to celebrate the victory, and all the soldiers were collected. The number of women is clearly lower than in the general social setting. No one comes to the battlefield with a family, so all in all, the number of women is limited, and it becomes a society full of men.

Still, there are more than two hundred people in the hall, and with the exception of the guard squire and the underserved, what is the only food and drink in everyone's hands. This occasion is also a comfort, because everything you eat and drink is the luxury of Uncle Borderline.

Military merit, which is not enough to reward, is often given the right to participate in these places as a reward replacement. This is also why there are so many squad leaders who were truly on a transport mission or who were on sentry duty.

Most of them are in a position to serve houses, beginning with the Borderline House, as squire. From their lack of luxury on a daily basis, it was a wonderful opportunity to flutter through the delicacies and wines behaved by the Borderline House, and my stomach was swelling all the time here.

One of the most popular of these is the wine made in the territory of the Borderline Uncle family. Den is located in the center of every large wine barrel and is so popular that people never cease to live off the spot.

"But you ended up in another skirmish"

"I was going to put up a corner handle, but I feel sorry for my enemies out there"

Alcohol goes in, and if you're all around men, your mouth is often lighter even for tough people. Especially if there are many people who serve their husbands as squire on a daily basis, there are people who feel they agree even with the stupidity of others.

My boss's stupidity, my family's stupidity. Even though it was a very variant assertion of stupidity, much was still about this battle.

"About the Lutroot idiots. I thought you were gonna hit me with blood on your head."

"Thanks to you, I missed the handle. In the end, only the boys who came from the extra room handled this fight. It's good, because even if you're born noble, you'll be handy on a horse."

Among those counted as military meritorious in this battle were sucres and pastries. In fact, it would have been something I couldn't help but complain and dissatisfaction because it was about an offensive battle in Pioneering Village that became a decent battle.

It was only when the feast of the victory celebration began that the voice was small, but what a lot of people with louder booze.

"Totally, all the time. This guy's just unhappy. Young lady, never mind."

"Oh."

Certainly special medals will also participate in the victory celebrations. Even as a sucre, he participated reluctantly, but many of the words he hears there make his mind choices.

His escort's squire today is still young. Because the people who were usually the lords around me were all wounded. One of them died. He was the longest dating man.

Such sacrifices should have been more than ready to come to battle, but I wasn't used to being too sudden at first. I try to keep my voice shut, but I realize I'm not here. Every time I repeat that, my heart gets deep and cold and dark.

"Young lady..."

"It's okay, it's okay. You should enjoy Edmark too. Look, there's a lot of delicious stuff out there, all right?

Skoole's smile I tried to force myself to laugh. I can see the force in my eyes and between my eyebrows because I tried to laugh just at my mouth. The servant who was beside him also breaks his heart in the face of the Lord.

A smile that hasn't cut off. What about all the pity that is in it?

His youth is kind. A kind-hearted masterpiece that will not forget his love for those below, even though he was born into a noble family, raised as a great-grandson, and has learned to be at the top of the military family.

The temperament of a proud husband from the bottom of his heart, usually. That can only be a source of anxiety now.

"You don't seem to be eating well. Our meals don't suit your taste. What do you think?

Someone who has been calling out to a depressing squirt.

To him, the Duke's grandson, there is only one person on this occasion who can do that. future father-in-law and organizer of the party. Donashel is in the position of a frontier uncle in Hubarek.

Donashel sighs inside to see how the food and beverage held by Sucre has never diminished.

It is sad as a father-in-law to continue to look down on you like this, and you will be handicapped by the seats at the corner of the celebration and beyond.

"It's a very tasty meal. The alcohol I received is also great, and it doesn't mean it doesn't fit my mouth. It's just... well, maybe you're tired"

"Really? No, I'm pretty tired of it in the first place, too. Still, Sir was named a martial arts medal. Even if you don't look like that, I think it's good to be proud?

"Thank you for your concern"

With the acknowledgment, the young man lay down his face.

But if I didn't, because they said it was a martial arts medal and I almost accidentally rebelled. In front of those who died in their own iniquity, I wondered what face they had and what they boasted of the Medal of War.

Due to his natural seriousness, Sucre was still unable to process the grid.

When Donashel and Sucre were creating an awkward atmosphere while caring for each other, a different twist ran around the corner of the venue than the chatter.

That's one of the cards Donashel can hang up on this occasion. Trump card boy.

The boy finds Sucre and Donashel visibly and eye to eye.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen, this way. Here you go."

If you are called by a borderline uncle who hits you on the eye, you will have to go on the spot as a pais as well.

Without attempting to do so, the two men who were to be righteous sons to Uncle Borderline were to be lined up. Behind the pais, Nicolo with his luggage is serving.

"Congratulations, my lord, on this victory. On behalf of my father, I would like to congratulate you with all my heart."

"Ha, I would also like to thank Lord Pastry-Mortellen for taking the time to help me from a distant realm"

Pastry and Donashel. The two greetings began with a social dictionary. Socially mature interactions are strange and calm.

"I heard more certain things about Your Eminence's extraction than my father did, but in fact, it was more than that in my eyes. Quickly and decisively, boulders are revealed in the country's heavy towns."

"That's awkward, when you're so praised. If only I had your father's advice."

"Our power, for example, is insignificant. Let's compare it to the power of the Lord Duke of Kadrecek, who does not stay here."

To the story of Pais, Donashel turns his gaze to the Sucre youth. I still remained discouraged, and I could see from earlier that I was reacting negatively to every part of the conversation. A humble attitude of self-reflection compared to yourself is desirable in normal times, but only painful now.

Therefore, Uncle Borderline sends a plea to Pais with a light gaze. I'm begging you to do something.

Take it, Pais turns the conversation slightly forceful.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. We hurried and rushed, so we didn't even bring souvenirs. Therefore, we would like to make something that we have made by renting a little kitchen here as a celebratory item. My lord, may I present it on this occasion?"

"Of course. Shall I carry them right away?"

"That's not true. I'm bringing it here. Nicolo."

"Yes, young lady."

Called on by Pais, Nicolo offers the flat cage (basket) he had in his hand. A table was immediately prepared and placed on top of it by working downwards.

Naturally the contents are confectionery (sweets).

"Ho, this looks delicious"

Donashel, who saw the contents of the cage, shrugged unexpectedly. Position pattern There are many opportunities to eat sweet things, but they are clearly heterogeneous compared to them. First of all, from the looks of it, it's very different from what Donashel knows about confectionery.

At first glance, it has an atmosphere like a stewed fruit. But from the fragrant fragrance, he guessed it would be baked confectionery.

Even if I feel blue squirting right now, it doesn't mean I don't like sweets. Not to mention, as one who knows the extent of Pace's confectionery, now I wonder what it is.

"What is this, Lord Pastry?"

"I baked it for Lord Sucrolle, baked sweets. The name is Tart Tatan."

"Wow, is that baked sweet?"

Tarts that are also cut and distributed immediately. A fragrance that even feels beautiful, with a fruity, refreshing aroma that blends with the aroma of baked dough. Those around them and others look like they are going to come hungry just because of the scent.

An elegantly cheeky squirt of that slice.

The moment he puts it in his mouth, he opens his eyes and is surprised. Warm fruit juice spreading with jitters. My mouth is fat, so I could guess whether it was bonca or not from the flavor I ate, but I was surprised that the flavor would change so far from the baked fruit.

"It's a delicious treat. It's really delicious."

"It's an honor to compliment you.... Speaking of which, what about this confection? Did you know?

"Is that right? What kind of story?"

"This tart, in fact, is a confection of failure."

To Pace's words, Sucre shook his hand all the time.

Failure, I overreacted to the word. Pais continued his conversation as he stared at the condition.

"Originally, a treat called tart makes the dough first. A homely treat where ingredients are placed on top of the dough and baked in the oven. You can call it cooking, but the procedure is simple. Kids don't have to fail if they follow the procedure."

"Sure, I'm familiar with baked dishes"

"In one city, they had a sister named Tatan, who was a good tart maker. They were also good at this Bonca tart. Because it's easy. But one day, when I baked them, they accidentally forgot the tart dough and only baked the fruit first. To an unexpected failure, I was forced to cover the dough and bake it along the way. Forget the steps and try to fix them, and whoever sees them will fail."

Sucre felt like she was being blamed. Such as to learn to be angry or even angry at the words of Pais that would give special emphasis to his own failures.

"That's how this tart tatan was made. People in the world might call this tart a failure. But I think this tart tells us something more important, a delicious success."

"Important?

"Yes, that means that failure must not end without failure. If the Tatan sisters had stopped making sweets and dumped fruits and rebuilt them when they realized they had failed along the way, this tart would not have been born. The important thing is to make an effort to take advantage of it even if it fails. Because the Tatan sisters cooked without giving up even if they failed, it is important to continue their positive efforts even after they failed, as this recipe was born. I feel that way every time I eat this tart."

"Take advantage of the failure, is it? Sure, right..."

In the words of Pais, the youth thought of the faces of the deceased.

I even feel sentimental about all the good people, who have always cared for me since I was a little girl.

I can't do that to myself, such as leave their deaths as they are.

I felt that Sucre understood a little bit of the term "effort not to let failure remain a failure."

As it was, the youth quit the place. It was a departure after a polite greeting to Uncle Borderline as well, but the appearance was somewhat more positive than before.

Left on the field were Pais and Donashel. The two relieve themselves of how one young man brought it back from a deepening depression.

"I guess I've got a better face"

"Yes, my lord. I hope this will cheer you up a little."

"Not to Sir now, though. The heartbreak of the first line has to be overcome by itself. I had the same experience when I was younger."

"Right. I had a hard time when I was younger."

"Whoa, whoa, in Sir's year, the words are too early. We'll need another twenty years."

Uncle Borderline laughed a lot at Pace's, jokes and pickable remarks.

To the appearance, the boy gently clasps his shoulders.

"Well, if Lord Scuole will bring it back, that's fine."

"Right."

"I must thank my lord. There is also a reward for this one. Is there any hope?

To Donashel's words, Pace organizes a list of what he wants in his brain.

There's one thing you need to hit.

"If that's the case, my lord, I'll definitely have something for you. It seems sweet and frightening to your liking, may I ask you a favor"

"Well, whatever it is"

Where we don't get an immediate cheap contract, Borderline Uncle seems to be a politician too. But his eyes are full of curiosity. What is what Kirinko wants? It intrigues me.

"What I want is a juicer. I'd like a wine juicer."

Donashel rounded his eyes to unexpected content.