Sweet Reincarnation

Countess Ratesh is married!!

A severe earthquake ran not only to the Kingdom of God but also to foreign countries in the news released less than two weeks after the dinner party. Plus, the haste that the ceremony is a month after the announcement.

A sudden announcement of the heavy town of the Kingdom of God, making it the leader of the Letheche, who in recent years has shown a vigorous rise in his right shoulder. Exactly the kind of fuss you made with a beehive.

Nor could Mortairn territory have been irrelevant just because it happened in the southern part of the Kingdom of God. In the month between the announcement and today, Caserol has been very busy communicating emergency communications to people by contacting them to confirm the facts. I spent days sparing while I slept in all my preparations, even for Pace.

"But you've often noticed, boy."

"Because Uncle Ratesh's food preferences were clearly changing. He became just as fond of dark flavors as Mr. Nilda, a manual worker, who craved acidity and avoided alcohol. Even in his outfit, he was wearing less exposed clothes to keep his body cool and designed not to tighten around his waist. Isn't this more impossible to tell you not to doubt?

"Right. Nevertheless, what is that Uncle Ratesh's birth..."

"As for the first time before construction, to avoid the intervention of third parties by carrying out weddings electrically…. You've been obstructed a lot before, so that's why. Even the sudden announcement to those close to him, because he kept silent with his allies to deceive his enemies, has not even appeared on the table. But the real reason is obviously because it's not convenient to have children before marriage. Lord Seljan is fast."

"No, didn't you push it down from the Countess of Advocates? I was in a hurry because I was late, so I thought I might have rushed the fait accompli."

"Then maybe it was stirred up around you. If you were in a hurry, the people around you would have felt more serious."

"I see. That would mean Guru, including his men. For once, the Countess and her husband were all dressed together and the victim was a line..."

"Shiites, Pace, you guys aren't talking about taking care of yourselves either, just get ready"

Blamed on casserole, it's all about getting ready for the wedding attendance.

It is Uncle Ratesh's wedding ceremony. The outfit must be a formal ceremonial outfit with a well-defined dress code.

"Whatever, I'm glad Pais noticed in advance. I've been hearing about wedding ceremonial clothes for over six months when I use them."

"My father, too, is shallow in the day to be a quasi baron, but you can't use the previous one. Glad we made it."

About costumes for ceremonies. In the case of funerals, abbreviations are also acceptable. When people die, it's mostly sudden, because Zara has it if there's nothing to prepare for. Rather, it falls to be taken into account that he knew he was going to die beforehand, such as being ready to attend a funeral.

Whereas, in the case of weddings, a minute's gap is not allowed. If you imitate the festivities, you have to be prepared to retaliate.

Even as a Mortairn family, it is the House of Ratesh that must never be turned against the enemy. I also needed to pay close attention to my outfit.

For example, hairstyle first.

In the case of men, they should not be stretched more than shoulders. Also, don't be bald. A really hairless person wears a rash.

Your forehead must not be on your eyes, and your ears must not be hidden beside you.

It was not supposed to be rusty, but to be thoroughly groomed with perfumed oil after combing with a hammer.

Strict about the outfit as well, trousers for men. The more embellishments there are, including embroidery, the better, but there should be too much to hide the original fabric.

Even on a jacket, only the clergyman is good in a flirty outfit, otherwise wear a jacket shaped like a swallow tail suit. The colors are assumed to be varied and good, but the number of the previous buttons is determined by the position, with the associate baron having three large buttons and one small button.

In the case of a paice, the small button is reduced and the front fastening is carried out with three large buttons.

Add a shoulder cloth to this if you are receiving a medal. It's like being called a sash in modern times, but this was also strictly determined by the type and rank of the medal.

The casserole, speaking in the Mortaire family, hangs a plaid pattern embroidered cloth with red and white yarn over the blue monochrome dye.

I've decided to keep the medal on this cloth and decorate it on my chest to make it stand out. When wearing it, wear it on the inside as high as a medal.

And this cloth should not be dirty or flaky. What was intentionally attempted to tarnish was even supposedly good, even if the opponent was superior, with his sword pointed at him.

Shoes are always leather boots.

The colour is assumed to be black or tea, but long boots to the knee must always be used. Weddings are usually held in the summer with lots of sunny days because you have to wear these even on rainy days.

This time the season is the opposite, and this boot is really hard to handle in that respect. It's time for the leather to harden and cool down to the toes of your feet. Even a man would be a source of concern.

"It's a hassle"

"Absolutely."

It's hard to say noble because there are so many other fine touches, but you have to prepare them perfectly. Because a weak aristocrat like the Mortairn family without a liturgical officer has to check with someone who knows what to do.

about these preparations. Because it usually takes more than a month, there was a huge commotion in various places at Uncle Ratesh's wedding, which was carried out quickly.

Especially in Wangdu, shopping rushes occur by those who participate and their relatives. Blind craftsmen became so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep.

For example, it was the cutlery who was busy with this rush. You think the price of buying hair has temporarily soared twenty times and all the blind civilian women in Wang Du have been seen shortening their hair?

There have been numerous cases of women walking down the road and getting their hair cut, showing up to hair resellers. It became a matter for the Knights stationed in Wang Capital to dispatch, but this degree of disturbance could be called a prelude.

Alternatively, there is trouble with the cloth maker.

When making a single piece of clothing, a cloth of one color is not the first. Use a combination of several colors. However, the amount used varies from color to color.

Normally, we have inventory, and for orderers, we repair and prepare the cloth we need from it, but because too many orders came at once, the inventory continued to be empty. In particular, the colors of a large number of knighthood and quasi-barrow positions disappear from the town.

When this happens, it is usually between union craftsmen to accommodate the stock and arrange the necessary cloth, but this time it seems that the stock will be wiped out again by the person who accommodates it.

Craftsmen worked with each other over a limited number of yarns and cloths, and until the blade wounds broke out, all the places involved became rough.

The carriage man was busy too.

If we want to get from Wang Du to the southern border Ratesh territory, we need a sturdy carriage. It would be nice to have someone close enough to get on with each other, but if not, we need to get them quickly.

Something that takes months to build one can't be ready right away. A matching carriage, or a carriage for the carriage of goods that the merchant had, was bought and bought, and the house continued to make it by reinforcing it. There were many houses that managed to repair only the shape.

But now I don't have a horse. I don't mind a single head pull if I'm a merchant, but I need at least two heads if I'm a nobleman. With regard to this, some houses were confused, but still unable to be aligned, that arose up to the onslaught of farming horses.

Therefore, casserole also overlapped with requests to act as a haulier, and said to Pais the state of the mover in March. So busy around my eyes that I was worried about overwork death.

Or mercenaries.

Due to the number of requests for escorts, all mercenary regiments from famous locations will move from Kingsville to Ratesh territory.

Therefore, the situation is unsafe in the south from Wang Du, which means that there will be a shortage of mercenaries and too many bandits elsewhere.

So much so that the extra expenses were incurred and some houses were left unprepared for the key wedding.

These special needs and disturbances.

After today, we will cross a mountain, and many human beings grate their breasts.

On the contrary, however, it also meant that today is the busiest day.

"In the meantime, I'm all set. I'll get the women, so I'll ask them to load their bags. Ah, carry this luggage with care not to put it sideways or upside down"

"What's in this?

"It's a treat for Uncle Ratesh."

"It's big enough to say confectionery, isn't it?

"That's what it is. I've worked hard to get ready, so I'm confident."

"You must be giving the wrong priority to work hard. When I'm fucking busy, I don't know how to make sweets."

"I can't give this all away. Phew."

I won't get out of hand when it comes to making sweets, Pace said, but all the adults are throwing a spoon about the weirdness of the priorities.

That this boy's only flaw.

I leave it up to my men to load my bags and prepare gifts. If not, the two wizards who can use [Metastasis] will no longer be able to devote their efforts to flying around here and there.

Especially when it comes to magic, domestic fingerfold paces are mandatory as magic tanks. I don't have time for anything. It should be.

We must hurry, send our own faces to Ratesh territory as a matter of priority, and then transport the various human beings involved, both parents and children, in pistons.

If it is only until the ceremony begins, it is the two Mortairns who are busy next to the chief squire of the House of Ratesh.

"I'm ready."

"Sister Jose, you look great. You'll always look cute. You have all my designs."

"That's right. They told me it would take a while to change it badly, so it's a corner and I got it all together. My mother will be here in a little while. It takes a lot of time to make up."

As the wife of the aristocratic family, Anise has been carefully prepared for a few days, saying that there must be no gap in familiarity. Again this morning, I'm up and ready before the sun rises.

Still, due to various circumstances, compared to my daughter, I can't help but take time to make up, etc.

All the men to be attached sighed. Even though we are busy, it is also a man's worth to wait at these times.

Finally, the preparations for Anise are finished, and the Mortairns gather together in front of the house. All his servants accompany him as escorts, except for Shiites, who is an answering officer.

Along with the loaded carriage, Casserole and Pais ride. The women get in the carriage and the squire solidifies around on foot. It's a march to the square.

This is also your job as a lord.

Even though it is a very short distance to the square, we also need to show our faces to the people at these times.

The inhabitants envy the appearance of the decorated Lords. The magical demonstration of a lord seen this way from time to time is a kind of entertainment. People were also gathered from villages in the realm for the opening of magic shows.

"Then everyone asked for the rest"

"I'm coming."

When the family is transferred by instantaneous travel. The inhabitants of Mortairn territory are proud. Our lord is the best in the country.

Only Shiites, the voicemail, was flattered by the difficulty of the aftermath.

And he was in the square of Rateshbal, the territorial capital of Count Ratesh, not to mention the Mortairn family that moved. There were also general circumstances that prevented me from going directly to the castle.

"Well, this is Ratesheval."

"You're in danger when you get yourself out, Jose. Be nice."

"Ah, it's my sister Bibi!!

Jose waves as he rides himself out of the carriage.

At the end of her gaze was a woman who looked very similar to herself. The color of the hair is very similar, except for the fact that the nose is noticeably inward, so much so that I can say a few years after Jose.

That should be it, too. Whatever, Bibi, Vilve is Jose's fruit sister.

Bibi approaches the carriage of the Mortairn family, with her husband, Sir Hurskivi Knight Hans, and children.

The sisters will greet Hans and Casserole as they wish, once they have greeted a single adult.

"Jose, you look good."

"Sister Bibi hasn't seen you in a long time"

Words are exchanged amicably, although no elaborate greetings can be made for each other in formal dress and in heavy clothing.

And naturally, my sister's eyes turn to my brother as well.

"Pais, too, it's been a long time. Have you grown a little taller?

"It's been a while, Sister Bibi. I got it measured when I tailored this garment, but he was just a little bit taller too. You've noticed."

"That's enough. Because it's about my brother. Oh, yeah, yeah. Thanks for everything this time. It would be hard to say it's from my husband, so I'll thank you."

"It's for my sister and brother-in-law, so it's no big deal."

Sir Herskivi is a weak aristocrat, as pictured.

Naturally, we can't imitate that we can stretch information networks across the territories, and we don't frequently show our faces in social settings.

That's why most of the information arrives late and often goes around the back with something on it.

That's why Pace went around and leaked information, giving up the excess cloth at purchase value, and so on. And somehow I was able to dress up and welcome today.

Since he cannot speak of his lack of strength, it will take the form of a thank-you from his wife to his parents' house on behalf of Sir Harskivi.

But instead, trouble is being pushed.

"Then I beg of you, brother-in-law, mother and sister Jose."

"Um, I want you to take care of it"

Trouble is guarding Uncle Ratesh on her wedding day.

We have to fly around. We have to escort the women from Pais and Casserole.

When it comes to weddings, it's natural to talk about marriage in a social setting. Naturally, Pais, who even the great nobleman sees, and Jose, who still has no fiancé, are delicious prey.

There are not many people who try to push in under the guise of coincidences before the ceremony begins.

I pushed any such hassle upon the Hathkivi family, so I cannot forbid to sigh upon the Mortairn family, even though I hope it will be held.

"Well, shall we go?"

On the decree of Sir Herskivi Knight, a group heads to the castle of Rateshvar.

The servants of the House of Mortairn and the servants of the House of Herskivi will escort them. Now we can have a dozen army groups, but that's why consideration of the surroundings is indispensable.

If we hit it badly here, it could be seen as military action against the Ratesh family, so we have to march solemnly to the castle.

"Welcome aboard. Similar to the House of Mortairn and to the House of Herskivi. We will now take you to the venue."

Once we reached the castle of Rateshvar, the main entrance was completely open. And the soldiers of the Ratesh realm line up sloppily, welcoming visitors instead of the dauntless soldiers.

It seems that the guide is served by a young man on behalf of a busy squire chief.

Proceed along the directions, a room in the castle. Pass to the location where the hall is located.

Here, we will be waiting until the reception is held by two of the Raytesh uncles, Brioche, who held the ceremony, and Serjan, Count of Aulion.

It is in the Church that rituals of vowing the same love to one another God and the Spirit take place, but this is truly the only participation in the body. As soon as it is over, there will be a new colour for the bride and it will be a reception.

This reception is the most powerful way to see the Ratesh family strained.

"That's amazing. That feels like Uncle Ratesh."

"Yes, the people who are here are blushing."

It is often said that if three women come near, they will be raped, and the conversation will play as soon as the two daughters are aligned with the liver balls mother of the Mortairn family.

Moreover, there are some socializations in these holding rooms, so there were several people who knew each other trying to participate in the conversation. Oh, it's been a long time since we've had conversations like the ones we've seen somewhere.

Gathering women dressed in formal attire makes it a very colorful group.

"People are coming together. Maybe it's time."

"Right. Your Majesty is here, so it's time to start."

Everyone guesses that the king and his wife will soon begin a reception in their seats in the gallery. There is no reason to keep the king waiting long.

By the way, it was also Anise's husbands who carried the busy king and his wife to Rateshbal.

Until the end, I was busy casserole and pais. When he came back under the Aniez in the holding room, he was in a helo.

"Father, can I go home now?

"Don't be stupid. This is the real deal."

"I'm so tired."

"That's just like me. It's already started."

And then the ceremony begins.

The king and his wife are led to a set of seats, and people leave the holding room.

Together with the Dukes of Kadrecek, with the Marquis of Siebert, with the Bernards of Huberlek, with the Bernards of Enzensberger, with the Counts of Milo, and so on, in turn, the Mortairns were finally called together.

"I'll see you later"

"Yes."

The Mortairn and Herskivi families are separate and the Mortairn family is called first. The seats guided were about inside the lower seats, but from the bride and groom close to the central conductor in a position where the face could be seen. Now I know exactly what they're treating me like.

From Uncle Ratesh's point of view, less important families are in a difficult position to see away and face.

Especially since Pace's seat was probably the easiest position to see his face is an obvious sign of intent.

If Zacherol looks around, he realizes that the force map has changed significantly compared to a few years ago. The same is true of the fact that the Viscount Bombino family, which was on edge with the Mortairn family the other day, is on a considerable upper seat, and the fact that the Kadreček family, apart from other heavy towns, has recently placed their seats in His Majesty and his wife could be described as an eye-catching change.

"This is going to get more wind to us again."

Casserole shrugs.

In general, it is common to the faces with large movements of seating order that they are also those who have been associated with them.

For the better and for the worse, there is only one cause, but the cause was currently only conversing with my sister and mother.

"You're hungry"

"Dinner's still ahead of us. I have to say hello, and I haven't finished guiding you in the first place."

The guide to the last one was also over and the bride and groom came out to reveal themselves.

All rise together to welcome you with applause and song.

Uncle Ratesh, the bride, is a full-body white costume. Wearing a skirt that was still wider than he had spread his hands, sitting in a dedicated chair, he looked as if a large wheel of flowers had blossomed. After all, there is something about women that glows in these places.

And Serjan, Earl of Aulion, the groom. After today's vows in the church, it will be sunny and Sergian-Mille-Ratesh, in the position of son-in-law of the Ratesh family. This occasion is also a revelation.

He is also a white costume, but there is a brand new medal on the shoulder cloth. It is a testament to the recognition of military merit by pirate crusades, and Pace declined, but Viscount Bombino has been awarded the same object.

A successful bridegroom and a beautiful bride. There were two people there, who could be considered beautiful men and women, who received blessings from a large number of people.

And the feast begins.

Time for a meal after a long and sleepy boring time, such as the congratulations of His Majesty the King or the greetings of his guests.

The gastronomy that the Ratesh family has spared no effort to pour into is too much for the guests to pound on their tongues. The delicacies and delicacies of the mountain sea line up. Some of them were tarts I had seen somewhere.

Using this meal time, the attendees go in turn to congratulate the bride and groom. Gifts are also supposed to be given at this time, but are mostly inventories. The goods will be handed over at a later date.

It was a sudden story, and there were many houses that didn't even care about gifts. Whatever it is, it is a bad season to say that there is a lack of various supplies in winter.

Besides, I'm not saying that the house that brought in the real thing is zero either. Regardless, the Mortairn family is one of them.

"My lord, I congratulate you with all my heart on this marriage. Also, as someone who is more thankful every day, I have something that I would like to give you to celebrate this occasion with a little less. Please accept Sir Serjean-Retesch's sentiments to keep you happy in the future."

"Thank you very much to Lord Pastry-Mortellen for your extraordinary help in this matter and for this celebration."

After the Social Dictionary, Pais showed off his gift.

What was inside is naturally a treat. That, too, is the perfect treat for a wedding.

"This is..."

"Yes, my lord. It's in a treat called Crocambush."

Crocambush.

Decorative confectionery with shoe cream stacked conically and coated with candy and the like.

Europe and America. Especially in western and northern Europe, there are rumours that babies can be picked in cabbage fields, and shoe fabrics that stand out on cabbage mean offspring prosperity.

It is a desirable treat for a wedding, and in some parts of Europe this crocampush is sometimes used as a wedding cake.

Pace only told them that shoe fabric meant offspring prosperity and made it a gift.

Casserole and others with strange faces on the side explore the secrets of this Crocambush delicacy and method of making, and are prepared to have another commotion, but the central figure of the commotion smiles and socializes without knowing it.

Because of the large number of invitations, it was not possible to take up that much time, but even a small amount of time was affordable.

Pais gives a deep salute.

"I'll see you later to celebrate"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you"

From start to finish, Pais begins with a social dictionary. If you return to your seat with a smile on your face, your body will satisfy the satisfaction of finishing the job.

And there was no way the feast was going to cause big trouble or anything, and it went on safely.

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South of the Kingdom of God. Uncle Ratesh.

There were two names that came to be called nature in the first generation that stormed the southern seas narrowly.

Says the pirate uncle.

Sometimes he stands on a ship and contends with his neighbors, sometimes forcefully following the rogue by force.

The figure overwhelmed the beholder.

In times of uncertainty about the foundations of the Kingdom of God, among other things, replenishment jamming operations are also planned and carried out, such as attacking hostile ships and taking loads. As a pirate with the title of knight, it is also the knowing truth of history that caused him to tremble around.

The castle where the pirate uncle lived in Rateshbal became known as the pirate castle from what time, and with such overwhelming power that he was even said to be a pirate among the pirates, he took control of the southern sea.

Generations since then, Uncle Ratesh is called the Pirate Uncle.

"Of the female pirate who sounded like a sound, are you saying congratulations? It's been tough to fix your dignity."

Oh, I don't know what you're talking about.

To Uncle Ratesh, who strokes his belly as merciful, relative is a silver-haired boy.

Two weeks after the wedding, which knocked the whole country down to chaos in a major commotion. The situation has calmed down, and Pais is visiting again to celebrate with a souvenir. Souvenirs, of course, shoe cream.

Is the content of the celebration a wedding celebration or another celebration? Only we know better.

"It would be now. If no one noticed the signs, if the invitees were unprepared, all in place and absent, your face would have been rounded, wouldn't it?

"I was sure you'd notice. Hey, rare wizard, Sir Pastry-Mortellen?

Pais realized that in the words the woman in front of him had said, she had been used as good.

The strength of the Mortairn family lies in the speed with which information is communicated.

That is why we are entrusted with the remotest part of the border, even though the title is low, but this time we were used for the speed with which that information was communicated.

Where Pais noticed "somewhat” Uncle Ratesh's pregnancy at the dinner party, in the form of passing that information on to a marginal place.

The number of connections and the speed with which information is communicated in the Mortairn family. Using it, it is also possible to prepare a large number of people for wedding attendance in a short period of time. But even though I know it, I'm not a nerve in line, including boldness, because if Pais doesn't realize it, he's going to be greatly disgraced.

The user tongues about his free work, but this time he wins a bottle of Uncle Pirate.

"I hear you didn't get the information and some nobles matched your wedding attendance?

"Your Majesty, the Duke and the blind aristocrats, including Lord Huberlek, will not be a problem because they will come to fame when they join us. I'm surprised there were so many deaf people."

"And can your Excellency gauge the accuracy of the information networks of other houses…? You have a good personality."

"I'm glad you complimented me."

The swirling aristocratic society of the number of martial arts. The quality of the information network is directly linked to the strength of the nobility.

In other words, it is a house of high strength to know exactly what is going on in this limited amount of information, and to be able to attend a wedding, or send a surrogate.

Conversely, the house where I heard about the wedding and panicked with all the water in my sleeping ears is a house of low strength.

Even in houses of low strength again, it is not an insult to have managed to make them ready. A house that failed to prepare and could not participate, or that remained incomplete, is not worth dealing with.

Yes, Uncle Ratesh judges.

At least, there would be no better trial stone to gauge the accuracy of other home intelligence networks against their homes.

"Today, it was a celebration, so we'll be around. I'm just glad to see you're doing well."

"You don't mind if I take it slower, do you?

"That's another opportunity. Then, my lord, please love yourself. Because you're not alone anymore."

Not a single body.

It's a word I can accept that my husband will be there because I'm married, but I can't possibly understand the meaning of the words behind it.

"Right. Thanks."

Uncle Ratesh smiles.

And mercy for his own precious treasure.