Sweet Reincarnation

The Kingdom of Praurich is a great power that conquers the southern continent.

Among them, the western border of the region known as the South. Confronting neighboring countries across mountain ranges, a section of the arid basin is called Mortaire territory.

This land also means a buffer zone with neighbouring countries, and it is a very difficult land. For this reason, it was a place that could be described as a non-interference zone under royal jurisdiction but without any hands.

In the past, land was so arid that it could be mistaken for a desert. Make this a rich, livable, abundant land.

It is a difficult cause that the people of the world have uttered impossible. Everyone laughed spirally if they couldn't do it, a cause they scorned as unscrupulous.

More than twenty years after this land was given to the heroes of the war.

To this day, the Mortarn realm is becoming a green land.

The wheat ho drips heavily, the grain vault is full, the forest is being formed, the waterways pass through the villages, and the people keep smiling brightly.

It is a tremendous feat that flips from the ground up what can be called common sense in the world.

Why did you achieve such a result?

A lot of people, a lot of resources, a lot of money. Common sense is what you need. Is this an achievement because we have prepared and operated these?

No.

It is according to the deeds of only one person that we have tried to make possible the impossibility of Mortairn territory.

Pastry-Mil-Morthern.

The eight-year-old silver-haired boy was always at the center of the commotion, mindfully.

He is also said to be a walking troublemaker.

Someone asked me why I would cause so much trouble.

Answer and say.

"I need it for what I want to do."

A dream he told me one day. Dreams of making the best confectionery. The boy said that it was necessary to enrich the territory, so he did not make a scene.

And he keeps creating new disturbances again today, and every time, he's making strides toward dreams.

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"I see, it's a strange coin indeed"

"Yes, sir."

The southern head of the kingdom of God. He became the leader of the southern valves and one of the kingdom's foremost landlords. Count Ratesh's house.

Countess Ratesh, the head of the countess's house, faces a man in the office, even as she sends her escort to her back.

He is twenty-eight years old. Sitting in front of her, commonly referred to as the Thirty Ways, is a formidable man.

He is also with him, of the Earl family, who has a role in the center, and his name is Sergian.

The two of them have been quite close to each other since the previous pageant.

Adult dating in a way that respects each other. More than friends, less than fiancées.

Lovers, if you ask me.

What are those two doing in the office?

Whether you're talking glossy or not, Uncle Ratesh hasn't lost his shame enough to get a whole escort behind him to imitate such a thing.

Both had the results of information-gathering, carefully examining the Mortairn family, including pastries.

"I see why you should be wary of this boy. At the same time, the reason I want to keep it on hand as an odd coin. And I thought you didn't want to leave me like this."

"Well, that's all I know."

"Miss Brioche... No, excuse me. In order for Uncle Ratesh to retain his influence in the future, he will be enriched“ on his own ”by Mortarn territory with a rounded face. Didn't I?

"... Yep. Exactly."

Normally, for a woman who is called Uncle Ratesh to be a Kakukan, a female jewel, a female fox, or a back house without going, no matter how many times she is called, I don't like to call her a lady. I can't hide being blushing a little while I'm trying to calm down.

The marriageable age in the Kingdom of God is teenage. An unmarried woman in a society who may be said to be late if she is over twenty refers almost to a girl in equals.

Serjan's attitude towards Uncle Ratesh as an unmarried woman is the way he treats “girls," so to speak.

Take it for the Countess, some of the joy you wanted somewhere in your heart, and some of you feel ashamed that it doesn't suit you objectively.

To respond normally, I really get between them.

"Is it desirable for his land to develop itself?

"Of course, it would be desirable for Uncle Ratesh's position to enrich the South as a whole."

"Then we still need to fix the appearance that we are getting richer under Uncle Ratesh's influence. Uncle Ratesh's quality of governance could be questioned if at least he reveals what is reaching out to him."

"Exactly. My head hurts, not at all..."

The chief of a faction must give profit and protection to those below him. It's subordinate consideration.

Factions exist in the sense of mutual assistance of profits, causing disobedience if they are the lengths who unduly seize them. A good leader must be one who benefits the entire faction.

Because of the faction, the faction's interests are maximized and distributed by the power of the faction. The difference in distribution was also a sign of strength as a length.

That is why it is difficult for people to grow up on their own, even though they are believed to belong to factions. The chief may be seen as incompetent.

When the parent company has done nothing but the subsidiary has grown suddenly independently.

The top of the subsidiary receives recognition for excellence. but the person in the parent company, on the other hand, could be defamed of incompetence for holding hands.

Or baseball or football, if the kid who was practicing at will improves mechanically and the other kid stays poorly without any instruction from the team director.

The director may be called incompetent. Instead, if they say it's better to do it on your own without taking instructions or anything, your face is rounded.

If it continues, there is a risk that no one will listen to the supervisor's instructions or anything else.

Faction leaders in the kingdom of God had similar problems.

At the very least, we need the face of what helped us.

"Home affairs assistance is difficult…?"

"That boy's wisdom to surpass that? I don't think it's gonna be easy."

The intractable Mortarn territory, which also sounded like a sound on the southern continent.

It doesn't come out that way, such as wisdom beyond the arms that enriched it. If we could, we would have had Mortarn territory in our hands from the beginning.

This is how more troubled people are because they have tried to do something that they have been told is impossible.

"What about the diplomatic side?

"What do you want me to advise people who can fly around and socialize across the country? to opponents with handouts not only independently in the centre, but also to the east and north? This is the hard information you got, so you can go jump in and ask?

"Is that true, too? Magic is insane."

"At least I wish I could have sold you a favor about a dance lesson. Father Tanuki in the east pushed me out. After all, having my daughter beside me is a powerful hand. I'm not exactly old enough for Dada. There's a pawn in the good part. That's why I think we need to strike a hand against each other... but when it comes to foreign affairs, it's going to be behind us."

On the diplomatic front, the freshness and quality of information are of paramount importance.

In that regard, Uncle Ratesh builds his own information network by letting him say something about his long tradition, his high status and his wealth of financial resources.

At least, the quality of events inside the kingdom was secured to the point that most things would be heard.

but in the sense of freshness, there is no way you can beat the magic of the metastasis of the Associate Baron Mortairn. Because at Uncle Ratesh, no matter how hard you try, you can't go any faster than wolf smoke or a fast horse.

"Then we have no choice but to put cooperation on the military side to the face"

"That's right..."

Emphasis will be placed on the trilateral powers of internal affairs, foreign affairs and military affairs as pillars of government in the Kingdom of God.

Against the Mortairn family. If, among other things, it becomes difficult to create a form of "helped" against the pastry, regardless of the first two, the only thing that remains is military.

"... I see, that's why you showed me your findings."

"I'm glad you noticed."

On the military side, Uncle Ratesh helps the Mortairn family. If so, it is the right of initiative that counts.

Whatever, the head of the Mortairn family is a hero of the war. How big an army would it be if it helped enough to sell thanks for this?

Even one Associate Baron Mortairn is comparable to a platoon if he is bad. Then at least two platoons would not be seen to have sold their thanks if they had not prepared them as reinforcements.

However, it is quite painful to break down the two platoons of the Standing Army, which normally operate on the Twelve Platoons, even though it is Uncle Ratesh.

Each of the twelve platoons defends the Quartet in order to protect its correspondingly large territory in the south. From there, if we pull through the two platoons, the fear of insecurity is inevitable.

The problem is not so acute as to put the risk on the scale.

Difficult in quantity.

Then we'll just have to get better with quality later.

From Uncle Ratesh's realm, he sends big men as reinforcements.

If this were the case, I would be selling you enough gratitude.

But there are no other people in Uncle Ratesh than Uncle Ratesh who can be considered a big man.

Until now it has been.

"If you're going to be Uncle Ratesh's son-in-law in the future, you're going to have to be the face of an army."

You mean to me, work as Uncle Ratesh's son-in-law?

"Don't you like it?

"I think it is also admirable to be given a place of activity for military personnel. but I'm not so hungry for blood that I want to sober up and get into the military. If you're concerned about just one thing..."

"What if I do?

For a moment, Serjan's eyes tend to lay low.

"I was wondering if you'd be happy. I really want to help you if I can."

"Of course, it's a pleasure for me to have you active."

"Then it's for the good of you. Happy to take it on."

"Good. I'll put the details together again."

I understand, and Serjan leaves the room behind.

All that remained were the Countess Ratesh and her men.

The Countess took one sigh.

"Good day, my lord"

"I don't know, I feel weird. Pushing trouble on your lover."

"Guess what."

"If you're going to observe, keep this clear. So, how'd it go with you?

A subordinate voiced by the Countess. Heavy town with internal affairs even on the territory of Uncle Ratesh. He is an old man with gray hair.

I have served my predecessors, and I am more familiar with the field of internal affairs and the internal circumstances of the territory of Ratesh than the Countess herself.

As a result, people who want to be welcomed to their son-in-law in the future were very capable. It is a kind of recruitment interview.

"I'm not retarded. Well, you don't seem to be able to read the back, so it wouldn't be for foreign affairs, but it would be a point. I could see your honesty, and I could feel your affection. Look, it looks like a soldier. This also passes. After that, if you can show off your military capabilities, you'll be able to jump a few complaints."

"If that's what you're saying, it's okay."

Behind what my men say is an indescribable part of this story.

A new son-in-law candidate behaves prominently on the table stage.

When this happens, there are bound to be people moving.

Uncle Ratesh also has many enemies. Even if they're not enemies, there are a lot of people who want to sneak off and pull their legs. In addition, some would move that the only delicious position of son-in-law of the Count Ratesh family be taken by the leftovers.

An early story tells me to be a moth light.

I would have scored full if I had noticed this, but apparently Serjan didn't care that much.

He seems to be a military man in terms of his neglect of belly-blooded politics, preferable to treat him as a friend, but does not rely on him as a lord. That's why as a son-in-law, I'll make a good assessment.

"Later, through your son-in-law, how much you draw the example boy to us"

"That's where we'll see you."

As son-in-law of the Count Ratesh family, an assignment that must be crossed.

With that future in mind, the Countess squeezed her hand.

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"Humph, Ruru ~"

Mid-autumn day.

The problem children were still problem children today, not knowing that Uncle Ratesh was bothering his head in dealing with them.

Silver-haired boy. Pastry is about to try a new treat again, to say what he's doing now.

If autumn deepens, the kind of goats the pastries have purchased will no longer produce milk. In winter, the milk will also be empty and turned into cheese and other dairy products.

Therefore, sweets were prototyped to effectively use a very limited amount of milk from this period.

The boy is making something of the Manmaru. Make one by hand and line it up nicely. Is it about the size of a brilliant array of things and a little bigger than a meatball?

It is inexplicable.

It was also logical that Marc, Pastry's best friend, asked.

"Pais, what are you making today?

"Hehe, that's good. You listened. Today, we are preparing for the winter season and prototyping sweets made with pork fat (dust). It's called Ollie Cook."

"Ollie Cook?"

"Yep. The simplest one is flour, eggs, a little salt and add yeast to the mixture of milk and use the dough you put to sleep. If you have sugar, you may add it and make dough, and it's common to mix fruit. You can fry this in oil."

"Sounds like bread."

"It's something similar. You can be sure if you think about it as a relative of bread. It's like a fried bread cousin."

Ollie Cook, a treat famous for being the source of doughnuts.

As far as Pais knows, he decorates a page of history as a treat originating in the Netherlands.

In the name of prototyping to consider whether this can be added as part of winter support, I am moving on to my hobby.

Every year, in Mortarn territory, the winter support is also to be led by the lord. Especially since there was banditry last year.

Creating berry jams, preparing vegetable leaves for salting, stockpiling firewood, preparing candles, preparing cloths and yarns, inspecting houses, preparing herbs and soaking alcoholic beverages are many things that need to be done.

In the south, it's also a semi-arid zone, so you don't have to watch out for snow, but there are still a lot of supplies that you have to prepare and prepare for a cropless winter.

However, in spite of what is commonly done in other territories, there were things in Mortarn territory that we could not even do until last year.

That is the winter preparation of livestock.

In many territories, pigs and other livestock are kept like abandoned animals in the woods and slaughtered (and chipped) for food during winter before winter. Or crush them sequentially during the winter months and wait for spring.

It is common to keep it made this season, even if it is intestinal or ham. As in sunshine, it is a common sight in rural areas to make more salt, and thin flavored bowels with spices are treated as preferences for aristocrats.

this livestock. In Mortarn territory, the introduction began this year.

It starts with a goat that is easy to grow, which Pace ran through and got, but if the greenery turns out to be abundant and the forest is possible in the future, the breeding of prolific and extremely cost-effective pigs is also being considered.

Even for Slavomir, a livestock number squire, pig husbandry was experienced before coming to Mortarn territory.

One of the issues to be considered in the future is this pig farming.

"Is that the pig fat one here?

"Yeah. I bought it for a commission I paid for the usual pageant. This mountain alone is quite a luxury, as it's three gold coins."

"Yeah, it's that expensive."

"In the extra village, pork fat is a necessity in the winter season. I bought one pig for fifteen-and-a-half lets. By having the meat taken down, we made it a form of buying only fat."

Pork for consumption is, of course, a useful ingredient for meat and fat.

What is called lard is made from fat, and it is widely known as a relatively well-preserved oil that is difficult to oxidize as an edible oil.

From the small cut eyelid dorsal fat, Pace removes the lard.

Even the marc smiles slightly at the soggy air that is caused by the heat of oil.

"Now, if you want to oil it, let it be lowered to the ingredients of the dish… let's fry it with the oil you made"

"Oh, finally."

Drop a ball the size of a golf ball into oil.

Start by trying the frying condition from low temperature oil.

Where some trial and error results emerge, Pace runs a note writing on the wooden board.

"Low temperatures are not good. High temperatures keep the fire from passing inside as the outside burns. Between medium and low temperatures, longer frying times are best..."

"Hey, you can eat this."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"Accidental."

Marc ate all the failures, including the overfried ones and the weak ones on the streets of the fire.

There are still good things left to do, but this will determine where to go.

"Now, shall we try to get Father and Shiites to eat a well-made prototype? As a winter hobby, I need you to appreciate it."

"Hey Pace, about another one's good, right?

"No. Because this assessment determines the future of this Ollie Cook. Marc than that."

"Am I?"

On the plate, it was a paice stacked freshly fried with cut oil, but it returned an inclusive look against the marc.

"Looks like there's a rush case over there, right?

"What the... Lumi!!

At some point my best friend stood in the cooking area.

For some reason I felt more girly than usual because my hair was as neat as it had been through, but it seems that only the angry personality male winner remains the same.

"It's a bad idea for both of us to be eating something delicious. Feed me too!!

"Now Marc has eaten everything you can eat"

"What is it, Marc? You even ate my share!!

"No. I ate the prototype... damn it, Pais, remember."

Only the escape leg is the sight of a boy who is trained from day to day to be chased by a girl.

It was the usual everyday landscape of the Mortairn family.