《Sweet Reincarnation (LN)》


 Chapter 0.1

    Does God exist?


    A being that many philosophers have wondered about, theologians have raved about it , and scientists have denied it . Some see it in the sun; others see it in Mother Nature. Some see God in the ocean, others believe in the existence of a higher being.


    And sometimes one sees God in man as well. In the presence of someone who is overflowing with talent, as a being loved by God.


    God¡¯s beloved child. A being that people are sometimes in complete reverence of. Sometimes they are the object of envy and jealousy. A person who is sometimes called a genius, sometimes a prodigy, and sometimes an existence that is looked down upon with deep respect . There are beloved childrens of God in every aspect  su as ;. I sports, music, academics .


    And even  among  pastry makers.


    ¡­


    ¡°The remaining time is less than 30 minutes. Each country seems to be making the final touches.¡±


    The commentator¡¯s cheerful voice echoed through the hall. He had traveled all the way from Japan to Europe to give a live report on the world competition for patissiers ( pastry chefs). There are only a few dozen minutes left in the contest. The world¡¯s best pastry chef will be decided soon .


    It seems that the final preparations for the Japanese team have come to an end.


    The camera was pointed at a group of men dressed in white. There was none of the musty smell that one would expect to find in a group of only men. In fact ,it was  far from it, the place was filled with a sweet smell.


    In the work space area given to the Japanese team , sitting on the table was a huge piece of Amezaiku candy. The object of sweetness, which was taller than a person, gave an oddly intimidating impression on the workbench.


    Delicate and bold. A work of art created with the greatest possible skill, it is beautiful enough to be worthy of being named a world-class piece of art.


    The Japanese team is currently in second place in terms of points. The difference in points between them and the first place team is minimal, and everyone agrees that this Amezaiku is sure to bring them to the top.


    However, the faces of the  people who created such works are still dull. They look serious. This is because the most difficult part of the Amezaiku competition is to move the Amezaiku from the worktable to the specified scoring spot. If it is not placed at the specified place, no matter how wonderful the work is, it will not be awarded any points. If it is dropped during the process of moving it, everything that has been accumulated will be ruined.


    Even a child¡¯s feet can reach this distance in five steps. Those five steps are the most important five steps for every pastry chef . Ten steps. No, even if it takes 10,000 steps, it would not be spared if they could reach that distance safely.


    ¡°I lift it up at the 3 count. We¡¯ll take it carefully. One, two, three!¡±


    With a shout, the lump of candy is slowly lifted, and its weight is transmitted to the holder. The heavy numbness in his hands was probably due to the pressure of nearly becoming the world¡¯s number one. The weight of the candy feels even stronger on a body that is tense from the stress. The team carries the  object slowly and deliberately. Their steps were like those of a tortoise.


    Finally, the work is lowered to the specified place. The long battle was over. That¡¯s when everyone thought it was over.


    Oh, I forgot to set the erase option for the previous life memory. Oh well. I don¡¯t have much time before you passed  away.


    The craftsman could not believe his ears when he suddenly heard a voice. It was a voice that was hard to hear. But the voice is so clear and mysterious that it lingers in the ear. It was as if an old radio with poor reception was being played at high volume and close to his ear.


    There is nothing more startling than a loud voice when you are nervous. Immediately, the piece slips from his hands. For those of them who were there, it felt as if time was passing very slowly. A huge lump falls down in front of the chief¡¯s eyes. Even though it is sugar, the mass, which takes several adults to  clear up , falls down. A high-pitched scream is heard in the distance.


    A blunt object of sugar hits the chief¡¯s  head. He felt something raw and warm flowing from his head. In fact, his head turned bright red in no time at all. It was blood, and the smell of iron was enough for him to recognize it. He was so used to the sweet smell that it seemed awfully strong.


    His eyes went completely black. As the memories of his dream flashed through his mind, he thought of his dream that was about to come true.


    He was born  in a single-parent family, and as far as he was concerned, he longed for sweets, which he was not allowed to buy. The taste of the cake he made for a birthday and the smile on his mother¡¯s face. This is what inspired him to become a pastry chef. The companions who cheered each other on even in the midst of hard work.


    A dream that he has always  longed during his lifetime .


    He  wanted to make the best cake in the world.


    And then one pastry chef dies. Along with his  named , means  the ¡°perfect child of God¡±.


    ¡­


    The baby¡¯s cry echoed around the room.


    ¡°Congratulations! It¡¯s a healthy boy.¡±


    The midwife congratulated women on her child. In her hands was a newborn baby. The baby was wrapped in a cloth and placed on the mother¡¯s chest.


    ¡°Oh, yes, it¡¯s a boy,¡± she said.


    ¡°Well done, Agnes.¡±


    The father¡¯s expression broke into a smile as he said to his wife.


    ¡°You did a good job.¡±


    In the arms of the woman who responded with a weary expression, the baby was crying, wrapped in the cloth.


    ¡°Oh, he¡¯s so cute. He looks like you with his eyes and nose. He will be a handsome boy, I am sure.¡±


    ¡°Yes, he will be a handsome boy,¡± replied the woman. ¡°But his eyes are the same color as yours. Nice color. ¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    The husband calls out to his wife, whose face is filled with curiosity.


    ¡°No, he¡¯ ¡­¡­ seems to be listening to what we are saying. ¡­¡­¡±


    No way. How could he possibly understand a word when he was born a moment ago?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­Yes, I know.¡±


    Such casual exchanges. The baby stared at the couple¡¯s conversation as if he were listening to a foreign language.


    ¡°What should we name him, dear?¡±


    ¡°I have already decided on that.¡±


    The father gently holds the baby in his mother¡¯s arms with both hands. They   gazed at each other.


    ¡°Your name is Paistree, Paistree-Mil-Morteln.¡±

 Chapter 1

    September 12, 2022


    The sound of hoof was heard . A horse walks on the  harden ground. On its back rides a well-dressed man.


    ¡°What do you think, Pastry? Some day you will inherit this territory   in the future. You¡¯ve never seen it before, but it¡¯s a  vast place.¡±


    In front of the man rides a young boy, horse supported by a man . On either side of them was a field of wheat, with slightly burnt brown color.


    ¡°Father , wheat seems to be in a bad condition.¡±


    Can a child like you tell? Yes, the territory is very poor . It¡¯s not  fully  developed , but  we might have to work harder to make up for it.


    The father chuckles. His son¡¯s innocent remark was all too accurate.


    ¡®We don¡¯t grow anything ,but wheat?''¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡¡We grow only rye  and oats  in the fields. And some vegetables near our house. I hope we can make the land more fertile in the future.


    ¡°What about sugar and fruit?¡±


    ¡°We cannot possibly afford to grow any of those things. Even wheat didn¡¯t grow well in the past . I hear some of these things grow in the south, but they don¡¯t around here.¡±


    ¡°Well, then, where sweet things can be obtained ?¡±


    ¡°The next time when I will visit the capital, I¡¯ll buy you some as a gift.


    The father patting his son on the head and the son following his father¡¯s lead. The boy despairs at the fact that there are no sweets, not even sugar . His desire to make the best sweets is unmatched to anyone, yet he is strongly shocked by the poverty that even the chance to do so does not exist.


    The look on his son¡¯s face is one of sorrow. Later, it becomes a look of determination. Was his dream something so light that he would give it up just because he was poor? No. Poverty is the bane of a craftsman¡¯s .


    ¡°If that is the case, I will one day make this place a land full of sweets.¡±


    It¡¯s good that you have a dream. Yes, I will make this land rich by the time you grow up.


    This was the first time the boy told his parent about his dream. He was three years old.


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    Metal clanging against metal.


    ¡°Oh, no!¡±


    ¡°Not good enough!¡±


    The two people were facing each other, both of them holding swords in their hands.


    The were fighting each other, and one of them was a strong man of middle age. His physique is so lean and toned that even the outsider can notice it . The lean muscles, which are not just for show but are more suited for fighting, are impressive even over clothes. The way he handles the sturdy-looking mass of iron as freely as if it were his own two hands is the height of skill.


    In contrast, there is another person . He is too young to be called a full-grown man. His age is in the single digits. Even if you take into account individual differences, he is still just barely short of the two-digit mark. Sweat is pouring from his forehead and all over his body, and he is swinging his sword as hard as he can. He is still in the process of developing his skills, as he sometimes swings his sword so hard that his body swims with the sword. Rather than using the sword, he is being controlled by it.


    ¡°Look, your hold on the sword is getting weaker again. Grip it tighter.¡±


    ¡°Yes, father .¡±


    ¡°Yes, good. Hold it with the thought that you would not let go of it even if your hand were cut into a thousand pieces. Letting go of the sword on the battlefield is the equivalent to dying.¡±


    ¡°Yes, father .¡±


    Two people cross swords. Casserole and his son, Pastry. They are in the middle of a daily sword training .


    This daily training has been done every day since his son, Pastry, turned five years old. The boy is affectionately called Paice. It all started because of his own desire, but before he knew it, it became a daily routine.


    However, it is rare to see someone as young as he is wielding a sword. Even in this world where bandits occasionally show up, monsters roam the streets, and the winds of war are strong, it is rare for a boy like him to wield a sword at such a young age. The fact that the boy wields a sword when his body is not yet fully developed is largely due to his father¡¯s origins and ideology, as well as his son¡¯s special nature.


    Another bruise on the boy¡¯s body appeared . His legs are tangled and he is knocked down to the ground by a large sword. In a our world, such training would be considered as child abuse .


    ¡°Lord ,are you here? Oh, there you are. I knew you were here.¡±


    ¡°What is it, Sheitz? I¡¯m training my son right now.¡±


    A man approached them , without caring about it . The man called Sheitz , who approached them while scratching his curly coffee-brown head, was a friend of Casserole¡¯s for 20 years,  and addressed  his son .  head of the private force of the Moltaerne territory. He has only two subordinates in his private force, however. After glancing at Paice with a smile on his face, he turns to Casserole .


    ¡°lord , it¡¯s almost time for breakfast. I have a report to deliver , so please return to the office.¡±


    ¡°I see. Okay, Paice, I think that¡¯s enough for today.¡±


    Casserole slowly puts the sword into the scabbard. The moment he put it away, his son collapsed on the ground.


    ¡± Thanks you for training me ¡±


    ¡°Well, wipe your sweat off and head to your mother. If you make her wait, she¡¯ll do her regular thing again.


    ¡°Yes, I¡¯ll have to hurry.Then please excuse me.¡±


    A boy holding a sword larger than his own body height. As he rushed off, his father and his best friend both looked at him with the same look and wry smiles.


    ¡°The boy is improving his skills remarkably . Kids are learning so fast.¡±¡±


    ¡°I guess. My son is a quick learner. He seems to have his own way of thinking, like a person who has mastered a certain skill, and it makes perfect sense. I am really looking forward to what the future holds for him .¡±


    ¡°Here we go, the parental love child mode . Don¡¯t expect too much. You know what they say about a five-year-old divine child, ; after fifteen, he¡¯   is turning in average man.¡±


    ¡°Paice might have made a name for himself as a swordsman by the time he turned fifteen, though.¡±


    Sheitz could only shrug his shoulders at the parental love affair of the man who was both his best friend and the lord he served. He stopped himself from saying, ¡°Oh my God,¡±


    After that, the two men, both of whom were very bitter, went to the office together. Although calling it the ¡°office,¡± is perhaps a bit ironic.


    Originally, the territory of Mortern was a part of the royal territory that was meant to be a buffer zone between the neighboring countries. The land was poor, wheat did not grow well, and a reddish-brown wasteland spread across the land. The land was given to a knight who had served with distinction in the previous war, and that knight was Casserole. He was given the title of noble and took the family name of Moltaerne, which is the name he holds to this day. There is nothing in the land. It took three years for crops to grow in a place where not even a tree grew. It took another three years for less than ten people to become self-sufficient. After that, the number of people and cultivated land were gradually increased.


    Even today, the land is not rich, and even the lord¡¯s mansion is very modest. It is a very plain, rustic building, as if it was built by a knight. To put it simply, it is a shabby house. In other territories, a farmer with a little bit of income would be living in a house of the same level.


    Even so, the house has many rooms, as it is supposed to be a nobleman¡¯s house. Among the rooms, the one with a wooden panel that could probably be called a door, a sofa, a reception desk, and an office desk, all furnished in the most luxurious style, is called the office with a hint of ridicule. Sheitz says that he is more worried about the sofa and desk being burned than he is concerned about thieves stealing his money.


    The two of them entered the office, a name that contains a hint of self-mockery. The knight, who literally owns the entire territory, not just this room, and his inner circle.


    He sat on his chair at his desk, and his servant sat on a box beside his desk. As soon as he sat down on the appropriate box, Sheitz, the servant, said, ¡°I don¡¯t know where to start ¡°. It is a longstanding breathing habit between the two of them to speak in a light, tone of voice.


    ¡°Now, I have a good news and a bad news to report. Which one would you like to hear first?¡±¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t give me bad news before I¡¯ve even had breakfast, but I can¡¯t missed it either way. Let¡¯s hear the good news first.¡±


    ¡°Well, then, good news. The good news, , is about the harvest in the bean field. As was said before the crop is expected to be quite good. If things continue as they are, it looks like we won¡¯t have to worry about the beans over the winter as we did last year.


    ¡°Oh, really? That¡¯s wonderful.


    The Baron de Mortain is also known as a great lord. He has cleared and cultivated wasteland to make it inhabitable,Today, he is an independent nobleman with three villages with 40 people. Today, In recent years, he has been experiencing remarkable growth, and his fame is growing. The new bean cultivation that he started three years ago is particularly well-known, and his success in surviving last year¡¯s nation-wide famine without any deaths from starvation or forced sales has become the talk of the town¡¯s social salons.


    Surprisingly few people know that many of the ideas behind the his projects are actually ideas of his son. This is because no one would think that a young boy under the age of ten is capable of coming up with revolutionary ideas that even a adult could not come up with. Even if Casserole did mention his son¡¯s achievements at a public gathering, it would be seen as a show of affection by an idiotic parent. And since about 90% of the time, it is the parents who are the real idiots, it¡¯s just too much to handle.


    ¡®So, here¡¯s the bad news.¡±


    I ¡°don¡¯t want to know about it.¡±


    The mood changes. The somewhat relaxed and carefree atmosphere that was present until a moment ago, suddenly becomes cold .


    ¡°I was at Count Ratesh¡¯s place. It seems that he failed to defeat the bandits at his estates. We received a message that a large number of the bandits had fled in our direction.Well, the message said that they had successfully driven them away, and they were very proud of it. It¡¯s not nice for us to be told off.


    If they are coming here, how much time can we have to preparing for them?¡±


    ¡°If they come straight to our place, it will take about 10 days. If they come messing around, it¡¯ll be more than a month, but less than two.¡±


    ¡± How troublesome.¡±


    Among the duties of nobility, there are two major ones that are unspoken and absolutely necessary to follow .


    The first is the duty of loyalty to the king. This is a natural duty, since it is the authority and power of the king that ensures the privileged position of the nobility. If they fail to fulfill this duty, they will be deprived of their noble status by the king, and if they are not careful, they will become criminals.


    The other is the duty of national defense. The king gives the nobility lands, privileges, salaries, and income from the right to collect taxes in order to develop a military force in case of emergency. From the associate knight dukes who provide their own military force, to the dukes who are always ready to mobilize the second largest military force after the king, there are equal duties to be fulfilled. They must be prepared for emergencies anytime and work to fulfill stability of their position within the limits of their own authority in the place to which they are given . And, if the worst happens, they will use their preparations sparingly. Because of this duty, nobles of a territory are allowed to collect taxes, and nobles n are paid a salary.


    It is also the duty of the nobility to deal with bandits.


    However, it is not always possible to achieve what can be called success. In the first place, there is no criterion for success and failure. When there is a natural disaster, even if you rescue the majority of the victims, and you are proud to say that your disaster relief efforts were a success, if even one person dies, there will be families of the deceased who will consider your work a failure. This is an example of how difficult it is to draw a line between success and failure in an emergency.


    From the count¡¯s point of view, the contact from the count this time was also a success. The bandits who were roaming around the territory were driven out of the territory. If the people of the territory will not be harassed by these bandits in the future, it can be said that this is a great success. If just to look at the count¡¯s territory.


    On the other hand, those who are responsible for the areas that will be raided by the bandits who were chased away. From the perspective of the new victims, it would appear to be a clear failure. It is also a fair point that just replacing the problems from one to another person does not mean that problem was solved From the point of view of the baron Mortern, it is clearly the opposite. Just the cost estimates of the damage that will be done in the future is enough to give him a headache.


    ¡°So how big was the group that escaped?¡±


    ¡°About 50 people, according to the report.¡±


    ¡°If they come to our place, will we be able to handle them?¡±


    How can three of us, including myself, fight against fifty men? If you are going to fight them right, it¡¯s not going to be a problem.


    If it is 50 people, it is a very big gang of thieves. The actual number of people who have been in the business for a long time is usually a lot less than the number of people who have been in the business for a short period of time. It¡¯s hard to agree with that.


    I don¡¯t know if it would be possible to gather the men from the villages and h armed with spears and throwing stones.


    ¡®Even if we did, it would only be 30 men at the best. Even if we holed up in the main village of Honzon, where the moat i of people is, If the other two villages are completely wiped out, the damage will be the same as if they were attacked without resistance. If we can¡¯t fight a short battle, it would be a bad idea.


    Why don¡¯t we just stay in and buy ourselves some time, and I¡±ll go get reinforcements?


    ¡°I know you can do that, but I think there are a lot of drawbacks.¡±


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°The Count had a difficult time getting reinforcements because of his reputation. If they are defeated by us, we will be accused as incompetent. On the other hand, if we only drive them away with reinforcements, they may return to the count¡¯s territory. It would be a laughable situation if they were to return to the count¡¯s territory after being ravaged as much as they could. The ideal situation for us would be if they failed and the Counts from the Hvarek frontier would lead the troops to defeat them and wipe their asses. They would put all the responsibility for the failure of the defeat on us. If we are not careful, they may even try to get in our way. Other lords might be willing to help us out, but they have similar or even worse armaments to ours, so I don¡¯t think they can spare the manpower to send someone to our side.¡±


    This is the reason why the Baron Mortain judged that as t e Count¡¯s ¡± failure¡±. The fact is that there are only small lords around the count¡¯s territory. Of course, the baron¡¯s own territory is still poor, and he has only three full-time squires, including Sheitz, who is present at the moment. It is hard to believe that he could handle a band of thieves that even the Count couldn¡¯t handle.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we go to the royal capital or the grand nobility and ask for reinforcements?¡±


    If our place hasn¡¯t been attacked yet, I think they would be very reluctant to do so. If we do so just as Count Ratesh is showing off that he got rid of them, the Count will hate us, right?


    ¡°I don¡¯t mind being hated if it¡¯s will protect my family and my territory , but we¡¯ re on the frontier and reinforcements are unlikely to be given to us in the first place. ¡­¡­ Still, it¡¯s not a problem that can be left without attention.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to die too, so I¡¯ll leave it to you ¡±


    They are best friends, and there is a trust between them in each other¡¯s abilities. Inside the ¡°office¡± room, the sound of laughter leaked through the thin wooden walls into the room beside it.


    ¡°So, do you have any good ideas?¡±


    Sheitz asked, turning his expression back to a serious one. Casserole nodded with a smile on his face.


    ¡°¡®The worst-case scenario would be for me to go myself. ¡­..


    ¡°The last thing we need is the lord go himself. If he dies, that¡¯s end of it.¡±


    ¡°Otherwise, the safest thing to do would be to deepen the harbor or give out spare spears to the people.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s better than nothing.¡±


    Both of them furrowed their brows. In fact, it is absurd to think that a mere new lord can handle this problem, since even the count was not able to handle it .


    ¡°I have an idea.¡±


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    Casserole gives a dubious look at the voice of his subordinate.


    ¡°How about using the boy as a trump card,?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°If he succeeds, he might be  a prove that he can became good  next lord . My intuition is telling me it would be best to do so.¡±


    I can¡¯t ignore your intuition. ¡­¡­¡±


    Turning his own son in trump card . He was a bit puzzled by this. The first thing is that he don¡¯t understand the point of it. His  son might be talented, but there is no way that a child of age seven has the ability to make a difference in a fight. There was no way he could do such a miraculous thing.


    But then Casserole was stuck on the word ¡°magic. It was because he suddenly thought of what Scheitz wanted to say. The words he muttered sounded surprisingly clear.


    ¡°The ritual of consecration.¡±


    ¡°You have my permission¡±.


    Casserole¡¯s decision on this day was the first step in a major world change.


    T/n     I dunno how to extraction  images fro, epub. So i can¡¯t  add illustrations . If someone know a way  share it in comments

 Chapter 2

    September 12, 2022


    ¡°I¡¯m hungry! Mother, is breakfast , it¡¯s not ready yet?¡±


    A girl sitting on a chair shouts in dissatisfaction. The sun had already risen, and it was a little past early morning.


    It is still a little early for breakfast, but in the Moltern household, it is rather late. The morning comes early in the house of a military family.


    The girl who has been complaining about her hunger for some time is Josephine. She is the fifth daughter of the family and the elder sister of Pastry . She has silver hair similar to her younger brother¡¯s, but it is slightly brown, making it look blonde at a first glance. She is a girl with a high nose and shy-looking eyes. She is 12 years old and in her prime of life , and her need for breakfast is quite understandable. In a world where two meals a day is the rule, skipping breakfast is unthinkable, as for the modern-day late risers.


    Next to the girl. In the foot of the table sat the youngest child and the only son, Pastry, who also had to endure a hunger and pain in his body .Unlike his sister, Pastry is hungry because he has been trained by his father in swordsmanship even before the sun has risen.


    As the eldest son, Pastry had been raised to fulfill the role of heir to a noble family, and he knew exactly why they were forced to endure their hunger. A seat in the top of the table was still empty since head of the household is at work. Pastry was born in this world with memories of his previous life, and as his young body merged with his ego, the first thing that puzzled him was the status system, which is similar to a feudal system. The head of the family had the authority to make all decisions regarding the household, and the family members had no choice but to follow it . Even meal times were decided by the head of the family. Although he has gotten used to it recently, he still has to wait while his stomach is growling, which can lead to a complaint or two.


    ¡± It¡±s late. Shall we have breakfast now?¡±


    Father finally showed up. Naturally, he is seated at the top of the table . He thanks God and the spirits for the meal and then the breakfast begins. The sister, who was tired from waiting, devours her meal. Of course, pastry is eaten slowly, as if enjoying the taste of the food.


    The meal is simple. Bean and leafy vegetable soup with bread. The head of the family, Casserole, and his son Pastry get dried figs, which Pastry always offers to his sister. From a modern day perspective, this seems like a meal that would cause a lot of discontent.


    However, the food situation in the Moltaerun territory has recently improved, and the soup is now filled with beans. It is no longer a soup, but more like cooked beans. In the early years of the territory¡¯s development, the soup was said to be almost the same as water.


    The baron, who still remembers the old days vividly, is even deeply moved by the fact that he is now able to feed his children in the morning. Even if the bread is hard black bread.


    For a moment, Casserole¡¯s mouth almost curled up in a smile and proud smile, but then he decided to cut the conversation short before the meal was over.


    ¡°Son , do you enjoying your sword training?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I think I¡¯m finally getting a grasp of things.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    Pastry responds to his father¡¯s sudden question with a smile. It takes all his strength to swing a sword. The actuality that he is getting better at it day by day, aided by the vague memory of his previous life, makes it impossible for him not to enjoy the practice. It¡¯s reminded him of a past life . When he was training to be a pastry chef, he was taught not to use only his arms to knead the dough. Perhaps because of this, his body had learned how to use not only his arms but also his body weight, which really helped.


    ¡°from my perspective, you are doing a reasonably good work . So, on a short notice, three days from now. you will take part in consecration ceremony.¡±


    ¡°consecration ceremony.?¡±


    Hearing this Pastry twisted his head. This was not because he had never heard of the ceremony. It was because he wondered if it was too early for him.


    The consecration ceremony is a ceremony to inform the gods and spirits of one¡¯s coming of age. It is like the coming-of-age ceremony in modern Japan. In terms of religious significance, it also has the meaning of celebrating the growth of a child, akin to Shichi-Go-San (the Seven-Five-Three-Three Festival).


    In this world, a person is considered to be an adult at the age of 13 to 15. The head of the family decides whether or not a child is fit for adulthood, and once a child has reached adulthood, he or she has responsibilities as a member of the family. Once a person has reached the age of adulthood, he or she is responsible for his or her own household, or can leave the house and start a new one.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t he too young , dear?¡±


    Casserole nodded at his wife¡¯s question. Certainly, compared to the standards of this world, it was clearly too early for this . Hence, he nodded and showed her, but he did not change his conclusion.


    ¡®You know how brilliant our son is,¡¯ Casserole said. He is also skilled enough with the sword to defend himself against a blow at a moment¡¯s notice. As far as his skills with the sword go, he¡¯s as good as any of those kids who play around without learning how to use a sword. I judge him to be an adult in terms of education and combat skills. There are other circumstances that make it unavoidable, but this is my decision.


    ¡®¡±¡®I see. If you have made the decision, then I have no choice but accept .¡±


    A sigh of disappointment or resignation comes from Mother. The woman¡¯s face is beautiful with a hint of melancholy . woman in her mid-forties.


    Pastry has a face similar to his mother¡¯s, and from the time he was a small child, he had been a very reasonable and honest boy. He was a son who received the love of his parents and he loved them. Therefore, both parents felt the same regret over their son¡¯s premature coming of age. He thought he would have a little more time as a child, and they would be able to love him more.


    ¡®¡±¡®We¡¯ re going out in three days and I want you to be ready for that. Agnes and Josephine, will you do me a favor?¡±


    It was Pastry ¡®s mother and sister who responded to the head of the family. It was Pastry¡¯s imagination that their eyes seemed to light up. It had to surely be


    ¡± I¡¯ll take care of it. I¡¯ll make sure you¡¯re prepared so you won¡¯t be embarrassed when time will came.


    ¡°I¡¯ll help you, Mother.¡±


    They were smiling suspiciously. Father was smiling ,as well and Pastry was taken aback by the situation.


    The son looked at his father for help. The steeple-colored eyes, inherited from his parents, are slightly teary. Father is shaken because he does not usually see his beloved son in such state, but now that happened even he is, as head can¡¯t stop his wife and daughter.


    ¡°Give up¡±


    Pace¡¯s face twisted as his father responded in a manner that was both offhand and unthinkable for him .


    His mother and sister. There is a good reason why they are so excited about the situation.


    For nobles, going out of their own territory means a diplomatic trip for their own territory . Whether the purpose is goodwill, outings, , negotiations, or inspection tours, the basic essence remains the same.


    It is similar to the way that if the president of a company works outside the company, most of the time it is part of a sales operation. The person in charge of the territory, or someone close to it, goes to another person¡¯s territory. Even a minor trouble could turned into a military conflict. Therefore, it is necessary to follow the rules of etiquette and to behave in a way that no one will be mocking


    The most important is clothing. It is said that 70% of first impressions are based on one¡¯s appearance, and the impression one gets from a quick glance cannot be ignored. If you wear military uniforms, your military intentions and position will be stressed, and if to wear formal wear, it will be an official negotiation visit. Expensive clothing shows the wealth of the territory, and people with wealth will be attracted to those with money. On the other hand, if a person is poorly dressed, he or she will be looked down upon, no matter how splendid person on the inside. If a person does not have even the minimum of clothing for a visit to someone else¡¯s territory, he or she is seen as a person without common sense.


    For example, if an office worker goes to another company wearing a shorts, a stomach band, and a pair of sandals, he or she will be considered to be lacking in common sense. At least a suit is the minimum level of good sense, and the brand of the suit and watch can be a convenient bluff. The same is true in aristocratic society, where there is a minimum level of good looks, and the power relationship is measured by the amount of extra value that can be placed on it.


    In other words, it is also a mother¡¯s ¡°inside help¡± to judge her son¡¯s clothes. The older sister, who would eventually marry into another family, must also learn the duties of a nobleman¡¯s wife. As a woman of a noble family, it was only natural for her to be excited about her important job of dressing up the heir to the family.


    So, why is Pastry¡¯s eyes teary? Is it because he is not good at dressing up in the Japanese sense of the word? If you are a craftsman who can stand on the world stage, It goes without saying that the visual aspect of sweets is also very important. Since sweets are an art form that can be enjoyed with the eyes as well, he knows the importance of being concerned with the appearance, just like the clothes.


    Pastry on the verge of tears because he is adored by the women in his life. Or, to put it more correctly, he is too adored.


    ¡°I think you should wear ribbons in your hair,¡± she said. I think it will make you look prettier¡±.


    ¡°Mother, if that¡¯s the case, then Liliana¡¯s dress would look good on him. That frilly pink dress that she gave me because it didn¡¯t fit her anymore.¡±


    ¡°Oh, my goodness, I love it. It¡¯s nice. But I think he should put some makeup on.¡±


    Even in the countryside, where entertainment is scarce. To dress up a lovely child as a dress-up doll is the most excellent entertainment of all.


    ¡°Well, mother and sister, I¡¯m a man, so please don¡¯t ¡­¡­ dress me up as a girl.¡±


    That is, if ignoring the sacrifices of the Pastry who is being toyed with.


    ¡°You¡¯ve already finished eating. Let¡¯s get you ready to go.¡±


    ¡± Help me, somebody!¡±


    Casserole watches his son being taken away by his mother and sister. Casserole looks at him with pity in his eyes, but doesn¡¯t seem bothered to stop them.


    ¡°Oh, shit.¡±


    He suddenly mutters as if he had forgotten something important. In fact, he now remembered that he had been told something important by one of his servants.


    ¡°I forgot to tell you that you will receive your proper uniforms tomorrow.¡±


    It seemed that the hardship of Pastry was going to continue until tomorrow.

 Chapter 3

    September 13, 2022


    Everyone has their own dreams.


    It is like asking person what he want to do when he grows up


    Pastry-Mil-Morteln¡¯s dream is to one day create his own perfect sweets . In order to achieve this, he is currently doing his best to improve his father¡¯s territory. However, this is a dream is a little bit different from that of a child of this world.


    Most boys¡¯ dreams are pretty much a standard dream. They want to be brave and defeat dragons, or become a knight and protect their loved ones, or save a girl from bandits and have her fall in love with him. Even if half of these dreams could be called fantasies, they are still dreams.


    A girl¡¯s dream also has various established patterns. They dream of meeting a handsome prince, being accepted by him, and becoming a princess; they dream of being dignified lady knight; or dream of having a perfect body that will not get fat even if they eat a lot, and eating all the delicious food they want. It could be said that about half of these dreams are fantasies.


    Then, what is a parent¡¯s dream? As long as human beings are living creatures, giving birth to and raising children is something to be treasured.


    Everyone has the possibility of becoming a parent. For women in particular, childbirth is a major event, and it is natural to think about the future once a woman has given birth. They inevitably think about the future with their children in mind. As parents, it is difficult to imagine their future dreams without their children. If that is the truth, then parents¡¯ dreams are often related to their children.


    The answer is clear in the case of one woman. Her dream since becoming a parent is to ¡°one day dress her son in the best clothes in the world . She is the well-known Baroness Agnes-Mille-Morteln, Pastry¡¯s mother. She is . She is currently doing everything she can to make her dream come true. The way she goes all out to achieve her goals is very similar to her son¡¯s. They are strangely similar.


    ¡°How do you like this jacket? Yes, it looks good. Oh, but I don¡¯t think it matches the color of socks. But these socks are so carefully sewn that they look good, and I can¡¯t just get rid of them. I wonder if they would be better to match the shoes first. Hmm, I wonder if I can find shoes ofyour size. I¡¯m so confused.¡±


    It is fun for mothers to help their children dress up in new clothes. It is similar to playing with dolls, and there is a similar feeling of ¡°dressing up¡± a child to her own liking as there is with making things. Even if she cannot wear something herself, she can dress her son in it. It is like the spirit of a chef who makes the best sweets, or a mother who is determined to make the finest ¡°boy¡± she can. In some odd way, they are very similar . At this very moment, she is enjoying the pleasure of searching for the best combination, which is similar puzzles.


    The son, who had been taken away without resistance, was already at the point of despair. . And there was someone else who was just adding fuel to the fire.


    ¡°Mother, how about this one? I used to wear them, but I think they¡¯ll fit him better¡±.


    ¡°Oh, my God, dear, those are your precious shoes.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s all right. I¡¯ll lend them to him for his big day.¡±


    ¡± Oh, what a good older sister you¡¯ve become, Jos¨¦.¡±


    With an exaggerated reaction, the mother hugged her own daughter. The mother hugged her own daughter, Josephine, the fifth daughter. since other sisters have already married, she is the only daughter stayed in the family.


    Josephine, a.k.a. Jose, is already used to excessive physical contact from her mother. She has been used to it since she can remember, so she accepts it as a matter of course. The skinship between mother and daughter is still more pleasing to the sight than a boy¡¯s hug,Pastry thought. Since she is usually the one in the victim¡¯, he would be somewhat grateful if they stayed like this .


    But since he could not progress with his task as it was, he was forced to call out to his sister.


    ¡± Thank you, Sister Jos¨¦..¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t need to be thanked. Good luck , brother. I can¡¯t keep up with you, but you must listen to what father says.¡±


    ¡®Yes, all right.¡±


    The Mortern sisters are famous for their beauty. Some say that since their father was bold and fearless and their mother was beautiful, it is only natural that they should be beautiful because they inherited their mother¡¯s beauty. Each of the six siblings inherited, at least to some extent, the appearance of their mother, who was famous for her beauty.


    Sadly, the youngest of the siblings, the eldest son , was the one who resembled their mother the most.


    There is one creature that all sisters adore together. It is not that they have pet, but their younger brother instead When it comes to siblings, the younger one is often the one in the unfavorable situation. In particular, this world is a society similar to feudal one , and there was a common sense that it was natural for the superior to lead the younger one.


    And because their parents praise them for being so close, it makes things even worse.Pastry is used as toy by his sister and his is not happy about that .


    Pastry was lucky to have a good relationship with his sisters, but ¡°just now¡± he was unhappy.


    ¡± How about this dress, Mother? Wouldn¡¯t it look nice on him?¡±


    ¡°Well, it¡¯ s pretty. Well, maybe we should try this dress on him.¡±


    ¡°Mother, sister, please stop it .¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, it looks good on you.¡±


    ¡°Well, wear it for a little bit. , just for a little bit.¡±


    The most important thing to remember is that you can¡¯t be a man and you can¡¯t be a woman. He felt that he was a man, and he wanted to avoid cross-dressing.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you try wearing women¡¯s underwear?.¡±


    Although he felt it was impossible to resist his sister and mother¡¯s powerful duo , he did not want to dress as a girl. He felt that he was a man, and he wanted to avoid cross-dressing.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll just take it off myself!¡±


    ¡°Please don¡¯t do this!¡±


    That day, the offensive and defensive actions until sunset exhausted Pastry greatly


    ¡­


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter, son? You look so tired. It¡¯s a special day for you.¡±


    On the next morning Casserole saw his son¡¯s exhausted face and understood the situation. Casserole had not seen his son like this for long.


    They were about to go out on a big day with everyone in the village, but the son¡¯s face was not cheerful. He has the ability to see that it is because he is being treated like a dress-up doll day after day. However, although he feels sympathy for his son, he can only tell him to just give up on the clothes. The mother¡¯s excitement is understandable, considering the circumstances.


    Although the overall economy is booming, the territory of the barong of Mortern, which is still underdeveloped at least ig has a lot of untouched and undeveloped land, with a small population and income, it is a luxury for any family to make or buy clothes. He understands that it is the same for his own family as lord. Of course, they do not wear their clothes only once but several times, but if they buy one piece of dress, it is normal to use it for a very long time. It is not unusual for people to continue using clothes they bought when they were young until the day they die, and they even inherit them. This is especially true for formal clothes, and therefore, durable clothes are preferred. In the Japanese kimono is passed down from generation to generation, Similar customs can be found here as well .


    Clothing is an important personal property, although it would be hard to imagine in an age of mass production and mass consumption. It is quite a high-end property. There are neither lords nor people who thinking otherwise , and so it¡¯s common sense.


    The one exception is children¡¯s clothing. Children¡¯s growth is an rapid one , and particularly when it comes to growth periods, it is quite common for children¡¯s clothing to stop fitting in just a month or two. If a child is not careful, they may be the same height yesterday evening as they were this morning. Mothers sometimes adjust the length of the dress to match the child¡¯s height, or spend a long time sewing a formal dress, but this is not always possible in the daily routine , and there is a physical limit to the amount of work that can be done to adjust the length of the dress.


    In many cases, a custom of mutual aid was established in which siblings or households in a village would share their children¡¯s clothing. Since no one family can afford to buy a large number of clothing, it is often necessary to buy clothing that fits the size of the child¡¯s body from neighboring families.It is a village-wide shift in the rotation of children¡¯s clothing. In some cases, clothes that were worn by the children when they were small have been passed on to their own children, often with the clothes worn by the children themselves . In the poorest families is, children are often found naked, so it is a blessing to have clothes.


    Who wears the ¡°new¡± clothes from the very beginning of the rotation? In most cases, it is the ¡± lord¡¯s son,¡± who has the highest status. This is a custom that is practiced in every territory, partly to make the hierarchy of the territory clear and to make the children understand the ranks of status. It is so common that even if a person has a little money, he will buy a used item instead of a new one. Therefore, it was only natural that the people around him would look enviously at his brand new dress for this occasion. It was also natural for mother to wait a day and a thousand years to see the proud display of growth.


    Who wears the ¡°new¡± clothes from the very beginning of the rotation? In most cases, it is the ¡± lord¡¯s son,¡± who has the highest status. This is a custom that is practiced in every territory, partly to make the hierarchy of the territory clear and to make the children understand the ranks of status. It is so common that even if a person has a little money, he will buy a used item instead of a new one. Therefore, it was only natural that the people around him would look enviously at his brand new dress for this occasion. It was also natural for mother to wait a day and a thousand years to see the proud display of growth.


    ¡°I heard  they are going to the capital.¡±


    ¡°Oh, really? Is that the reason why he¡¯ s dressed like that?¡±


    ¡°Look at that dress. , it¡¯s so fine and detailed. I wonder if that¡¯s the emblem of the mansion. It looks expensive¡¯.


    ¡± It¡¯s amazing. I also want to have such clothes .¡±


    The boys and girls of the same age stare at him with admiring gazes, too. In fact, many of the people in the main village were looking at him as well. There was enough appeal in front of everyone¡¯s eyes to make that happen. Her dignified and handsome face, his silver hair shimmering in the wind, and the bluish tint that blended so well with his face. The The jacket fastened with a front belt button has a subtle waistband that matches the slender body shape of the person wearing it. Perhaps because of this, it gives the impression of a slender, slim figure. The pants have no creases at all, Only the shoes have a slight hint of feminine, but you can tell that they are of the highest quality. From top to bottom, from all angles, the dress is wonderfully tailored, as if he was the son of a good family. The innocent looks he gave them were nothing more than a subject for the boys and girls who were in the prime of their youth to taunt him.


    ¡°I love it. I wish I could go to the capital dressed like that.¡±


    ¡± You can¡¯ t do that. That¡¯s the impossible thing.¡±


    ¡°Why not? I might be able to wear something like that someday.¡±


    ¡°Still, you can¡¯t do it .Even if your clothes are good, you can never be good-looking because you are not what you seem on the outside.¡±


    ¡°What the hell!¡±


    The boys, who are still a little too young for their own good, quickly become noisy. I And then, as usual, they were shut down by spirited mothers. With a bump on the head.


    Of course, the young ladies¡¯ eyes also have a hint of yearning in them, but it¡¯s a slightly different gate than the boys¡¯. They are cute little talkers to the ¡°prince¡± around them. The girls are being quieted by their mothers when their voices start to get noisy , with a heartwarming casual remake that the boy will not like such noisy girl.


    Everyone was noisily gathered in this manner for the sake of seeing them off. Yes, they were gathered, not assembled. This was partly because the lord wanted to show off his son, but more importantly, it was an action that was necessary for the ruler of the territory.


    Baron Moltaerne is a newly established domain that the current head of the domain, the Knight Baron Casserole-Mille-Moltaerne, has managed to expand so far in one generation. It was originally a wasteland and mountain range owned by the royal family, and it has been slowly developed over the years territoryThe yellow voice is getting noisy, but the mothers are quieting it down. The mothers are also quieting her down, along with a heartwarming reminder that the little boy will not like a noisy girl.


    The reason everyone was gathered in such a noisy manner was to see them off. Yes, it was not a gathering, but a gathering. This was partly because the lord wanted to show off his son, but more importantly, it was an action that was necessary for the governance of the territory.


    The Knight Baron of Moltaerne is a newly established domain that the current head of the domain, the Knight Baron Casserole-Mille-Moltaerne, has managed to expand so far in one generation. It was originally a wasteland and mountain range owned by the royal family, and it has been slowly developed by the correct lord.It is a geographically difficult to contact with other territories in the country , because it is a den of wild beasts and the monster , and yet it is a buffer zone because it is exposed unnecessary pressure from the neighboring countries if it is meddled with. In the worst case, it is a neglected non-intervention zone. The land is so barren that not even weeds grow, and the amount of rains is clearly less than in other territories. It is no wonder that the land is abandoned . No one would be happy to receive it, and yet it is a land that cannot be given to a hypothetical enemy.


    Casserole was granted a territory because of his exceptional military achievements and another reason that only he could rule it. This reason served as a strong deterrent to the neighboring countries and also made it possible for him to rule this remote and difficult territory, which was nearly isolated from the other territories.


    The territory¡¯s stability is ensured and it¡¯s showing to the people .Almost every chance it gets, it is a centripetal force..


    The reason for this is a rare ability that is said to be unique among all people called magic .


    ¡°I¡¯m off , everyone.¡±


    With these words, the lord leaves the circle of people with his son. There is the pride of a man with a sense of responsibility on his shoulders.


    ¡± Have a safe trip dear. Be careful out there, son. don¡¯t ta;l with strangers.¡±


    ¡± Go , my Lord . We look forward to your return .¡±


    ¡± Don¡¯t forget to bring me a gift .¡±


    ¡°You can forget about this fool¡¯s gift~. Don¡¯t forget gift for me~¡±


    Casserole puts a hand on Pastry¡¯s shoulder, waving off in front of the people who are seeing them off.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Father.¡±


    With these words, the two of them disappeared from the scene. They seem to have vanished without leaving any trace. In fact, there was nothing but an empty place as if no one was there at all.


    ¡°The magic of the lord is still as great as ever.¡±


    ¡± What is it called again?¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it called ¡± instantly teleportation ?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s it¡± instantly teleportation .¡±


    ¡°Dumbass, this is the ¡°instant, movement ¡°. Your ears are like that of a goblin.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what I said.¡±


    Earlier there had been a lot of noise about Pastry clothes , and now there was a lot of noise about lord¡¯s magic. They are just now realizing once again that their lord possesses unique talents. The baron Mortern must be adored for his good territory management from the number of his


    people who are proud of him . Nodding their heads in satisfaction, they all return to their homes.


    Among them, there is one person. Or rather, two. There was a woman who was staring at the place where the lord and his son had disappeared . It was Agnes, Baroness Mille-Morteln, and her daughter, Josephine. They were among those who were returning to their homes, but for some reason, they looked doubtful. Both of them were constantly twisting their heads.


    They realized something important mother called out to her daughter, Josephine, who was standing nearby, as the person to whom she would tell the story. Not surprisingly, Jos¨¦ also noticed the same thing.


    ¡± Hey Jos¨¦.¡±


    ¡± Yes, Mother.¡±


    The eyes of mother and daughter notice what each is trying to say to the other. The words they spoke were in perfect unison, .


    ¡°Pastry is still a looking better in women¡¯s clothing.¡±


    Pastry nightmare days seemed to be far from over.

 Chapter 4

    September 14, 2022


    ¡°Wow!¡±


    Pastry cried out in surprise. His voice sounded impressed, with a hint of astonishment .


    ¡°What do you think, Pastry ?This is the capital. Isn¡¯t it big?¡±


    ¡®Yes, it¡¯s amazing. I¡¯ve never seen such a big city. There are so many people.¡±


    What he saw in front of him was the historic city that has been established for more than 200 years. A general view of the capital city of Beauvaldier. The royal castle and walls visible in the distance, and the stone buildings standing from there. And the sight of so many people filling the streets that it almost covered the whole place.


    Pastry¡¯s lips are slightly open and his eyes are wide open, as if he were a young boy of his age, and he looks quite charming. His father, smiled at the sight, and took his hand so that they wouldn¡¯t get lost. Pastry was grateful for this, but he was also looking around, looking around, . He was a real ¡°oobori-shin¡± (a person who is fond of the city). Once they reached the market in the central plaza, he was so excited that he almost shook off his father¡¯s hand. He was like an excited puppy.


    ¡°It seems that today is the 4-day market.:


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a market where sellers other than the regular street sellers decide what they will sell at the market each day. The first day is for weapons and armor trade . The The second day is the clothing trade. The third day is the food trade , and the fourth day is the barrel trade . Wooden products in general. Some days are set for selling jewelry and general goods as well. Otherwise, it would be difficult to keep track of everything.¡±


    ¡°Oh, really? Father, there are people gathered over there. Let¡¯s go there.¡±


    ¡°No, We , have to take care of something first.¡±


    ¡°Yeah. But still, there are a lot of good stuff here.¡±


    Especially, the one that drew the boy¡¯s attention was brown sugar and fruits. The brown sugar and fruits . For him, who was born with a memory of his previous life and his current self, it was a shock to find a place where even a small crop shortage could lead to deaths due to starvation. Instead of pursuing his dream of making sweets, he has been researching beans, wheat, and fertilizers to make food for his daily life. Thanks to his efforts, land has recently become rich enough to survive even a poor year.


    In fact, while neighboring territories suffered crop shortages and starvation deaths and forced people to sell their property one after another during last year¡¯s cold winter, the territory of baron Mortern survived without a single death or selling of its property. His reputation as a great lord grew. His reputation as a parent¡¯s idiot is spreading like wildfire. Pastry is still working with his father on research and developing of the territory.


    Still, he has not forgotten his dream. It was only natural that he was attracted to sugar and fruits, because he wanted to make the best sweets someday. His goal is to turn the territory into a land of sweets. But the way he is now, happily flitting his eyes around, he is nothing more than a child .


    ¡°¡®Father, what is that?¡±


    ¡°Bonkers. It is a fruit from the north, so it is rare to find it around here. I heard it has a sour taste, and I¡¯ve never eaten it before, so I¡¯ll buy some as a gift on the way home.¡±


    ¡°By all means! ¡±


    . Oh, apples. I¡¯m impressed -that there are apples in this world, as well. I might make an apple pie with it. Or a cake ? No, first, let¡¯s try candied apples. But sugar is a rare thing here, and it¡¯s no good to be selfish. Should I try honey pickling it?¡¡Wait a minute, I think I should try it fresh first. What is the level of sourness? If it is sweet, it will be very useful. I must obtain it no matter what.)


    Apparently ,Pastry is able to hide his inner excitement. He looks like a boy who is simply excited because of his curiosity, and even the peddlers¡¯ voices that call out to them are mixed with laughter. Pastry¡¯s eyes are constantly drawn to the corner where the street traders stand side by side. His father¡¯s eyes are drooping.


    Even in a world where tourism is rare and farmers are held back by their land, there is still the possibility of visitors coming and going from other towns. There are merchants who sell their products, farmers who come to buy daily goods, refugees who come to look for work, mercenaries who are skilled, craftsmen and workers in the workshops. And then there are nobles. The capital is always crowded with people.


    Baron Morteln and his son, who have lowest rank of the nobility, are on their way to a specific place. Cutting through the waves of people as if they were swimming. Occasionally avoiding a carriage.


    Their destination. It is a place called the church To be precise, it is a branch church of the Holy Order.


    The Holy Church of Beauvardier is a religion that originated in Beauvardier, the capital of the kingdom, and is the state religion. Therefore, there is a headquarters in the city center and several chapels in the royal capital, and each chapel has its own priest and performs missionary work closely related to the local population.


    A church is a place to pray to God and spirits. Praying is a sacred act. This is no different in any religion, of that one or modern one .. As far as Pastry knows, Shintoism, Christianity, and Islam are no exception. Therefore, he had a certain stereotype for the church, as a quiet and peaceful place to pray.


    Apparently, that stereotype was so shaky and weak that it collapsed the moment he arrived in the church.


    ¡°Buddy, do you want a burlap sack? Our bags are made with great skill , so they are sturdy and will last for a long time. Now I¡¯ll give you an extra one free for every ten you buy!¡±


    ¡°How about that necklace that¡¯s all the fashion in the capital right now, mister? Even if your wife finds out you¡¯ve cheated on her, she¡¯ll be in a great mood thanks to this!¡±


    ¡°How about some grilled skewers, boy, ?¡¡I¡¯ll give you an extra piece of the meaty and juicy ones.¡±


    The noise was almost deafening. In a place that could be called a church courtyard, many people were spreading cloths and selling their goods on the cloths.


    ¡°Why is the church in the market place ?¡±


    Pastry could not help but ask. It was a bit strange to see a church, which is supposed to be a quiet and solemn place, more lively than the market in the city plaza.


    But it was his father who wondered about his son¡¯s common sense with such a strange look on his face. It is a typical reaction for a child to be interested in or surprised by a place he has never been before. In his case, he remembers being excited when he saw this sight for the first time in the capital. Compared to that, his son¡¯s reaction, which was beyond quiet and dubious, was terribly unnatural. He decided not to pay any attention to his son¡¯s reaction, and decided just answer his son¡¯s question.


    ¡°The people who sell here are people who don¡¯t have the right to do business, so technically this is not a market,¡±


    ¡°Business rights?¡±


    ¡°The right to sell and buy goods¡±.


    Pastry thought he understood that much, and decided not to ask any more about it. Instead, he wanted to finish his business quickly, taste the apple-like fruit, and see what kind of sweets he could make with it. Wasting time here by asking his father questions would only delays that enjoyment, and it was something that Pastry was not willing to do. It was hardly appropriate for a seven-year-old to have the smarts to make such a judgment, though.


    Inside the church, there were no peddlers selling their goods, and the place was quiet except for the noise leaking from outside. Once inside the door, which gave a feel of ancient history, there was an atmosphere that was overwhelming to behold.


    The stone church was filled with a cool, chilly air, which made it feel strangely holy. It was spacious enough to fit dozens of people, and the ceiling was so high that it looked as if it could have been three stories tall. A row of couches. They were lined up in rows of three on each side, five in front and five behind. The chairs all had their backs toward the entrance of the church . In other words, they were all lined up with their backs to the entrance. The direction the chairs faced. There is a platform in front of the entrance, which looks like a stage for speeches.


    It is a stage that looks as if it is for preaching by a priest, but it is apparently not the chief speaker of the church. The reason is that behind the stage, on the most prominent wall, hangs a painting so large that it can be clearly seen even from a distance. The four spirits painted on the wall, probably spirits, were holding something in their hands,, , s something that looked like water. The reason why people can recognize them as spirits is that they are drawn as if they flying in the sky. Ordinary people in this world cannot fly. In addition, people with wings do not exist.


    Religion is a profitable business, thought Pastry , as a man approached him.


    ¡°Welcome to the Western Branch of the Holy Church of Beauvardier, My my, isn¡¯t it Lord Mortern? I haven¡¯t seen you since the ceremony of your daughter¡¯s consecration.¡±


    A person who looks like a priest approached themHow could he say that without even biting his tongue, the boy thought. In fact, he held the position of priest in this church and was a person generally called a priest. He must have been around 40 years old, but he had dark circles under his eyes and was clearly exhausted visible to anyone who looked at him. His rather fat belly and his clothes, which were white with black as an adornment in some places, made Pastry want to give him the nickname ¡°Panda¡±.


    ¡°It¡¯s been a while.¡±


    ¡°No, I am glad that you have come all the way from your distant territory. We have heard rumors of your achievements. We have heard that you have successfully saved your people from the cold winter recently. As a member of the Church, I am deeply honored by your pious faith and insight, and by the grace of God.¡±


    I thank God and the spirits for their blessings. And thanks to my son .¡±


    At the words ¡°thanks to my son,¡± the priest finally realized that the baron was with his son. Otherwise, he would not have noticed it, because he was covered by the rather large body of the Casserole. The boy was that small.


    Surprisingly few parents bring their children to church. In particular, parents who bring yong childrens are extremely rare. This is because they would bring embarrassment to them.


    Praying time and listening to a sermon in church can be extremely boring for kids. Even if a kid is a devout and faithful person, listening to a long sermon that they does not understand the meaning of is almost like a form of punishment. Children are not good at keeping quiet. One theory is that this is because the time it takes to feel is many times longer than the time it takes to be quiet. If they fall asleep, it is impolite, and if they are not quiet, they are seen as children who are not well behaved. The higher one¡¯s position in society, the more one¡¯ s face will turn red when one is asked if one can even teach one¡¯s child good manners. Especially if one is in a position like an aristocrat, embarrassment by a child, will lead to negative results immediately. That is why it is rare for children to come to church.


    ¡°What brings you to our church today?¡±


    ¡°Actually, I wanted to have my son receive the rite of consecration.


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    There was some slight shock in the priest¡¯s tone. From his point of view, the boy at the Baron de Morterne¡¯s side seemed to be too young. Therefore, the priest had a simple ceremony in mind that ended with only a blessing, even a child would not be in as much danger as in the regular ceremony. But if that were the case, he would not have to go all the way to the capital.


    ¡°I¡¯m thinking of letting him go through the regular ceremony.¡±


    ¡°What? I beg your pardon, but do you really intend to do this?¡±


    ¡°Of course I am.¡±


    I have heard that you very doting parent .¡±


    The ceremony of consecration is also known as the coming-of-age ceremony. It is because it can be emotionally traumatic if performed by a person who is mentally, physically, and especially spiritually unprepared. Therefore, the majority of people give up on the ¡± blessings of the ceremony¡± from the very beginning and simply perform a simple ceremony. Casserole said that he did not think that was a good thing.


    The priest was looking at Pastry questioning. He took his hand and a leather bag was placed in his palm. Before Pastry knew it, Casserole had pulled it out of his pocket.


    ¡°This is a small reward.¡±


    ¡°I am sorry about that. Shall we get started?¡±


    ¡°Please.¡±


    The priest quickly checked the bag with a voice that sounded not at all regretful. What he meant was, ¡± Get on with it. The fact that he changed his attitude without protesting shows that he was quite a raccoon dog. Even if he looks like a panda, he is still a raccoon.


    Casserole gave the priest 20 silver coins. These coins, also known as Beauvardier silver coins or Bove silver coins, are common in the King¡¯s capital and its area. They are made by the royal family. The silver content is relatively high, and it is the most famous coin in the country, treated as a kind of common currency. Although its value changes daily depending on the market price, a single coin is enough to buy five large bags of wheat. It is easy to understand if we say that it is just enough money for an average family to live on for a month. In other words, it is a lot of money. The reason for the priest¡¯s somewhat over-the-top expression of surprise is that it is part of his job to give an acknowledgement that is in keeping with the amount of money he receives.


    It is generally believed that it is not good for a person in the clergy to be greedy for money. However, even church members do not live in a fog, and it is customary for members of the church to voluntarily give a certain amount of money for ceremonies such as weddings and funerals. In short, it was an offering.


    Casserole is also a nobleman, and is in a position that requires a lot of skill in fine performance. He did not give silver coins without thought, but rather, there was a strong meaning behind it. In short, the priest¡¯s conversation with Casserole, who was surprised by the large amount of money he was giving away and the exaggeration he showed, was as bluntly as he could have been.


    ¡®Don¡¯t be lazy with my precious son¡¯s ceremony.¡±


    ¡®I can¡¯t afford to disregard it after receiving so much from you.¡±


    It is a conversation between adults, hiding their feelings of frankness with a smile


    ¡°Then please follow me.¡±


    With that, the clergyman leads them to the back of the church. They silently follow behind him and are taken down to the basement where they are led into an odd-looking room.


    ¡°Ugh.¡±


    Pastry¡¯s voice leaked unintentionally in disgust.


    The adorableness of the little boy¡¯s appearance, on the other hand, reached the peak with a certain ring of truth for it . In the room to which he was led, there was an odd thing.

 Chapter 5

    September 15, 2022


    The word ¡°discomfort¡± is used to describe the feeling of something being out of the ordinary. Something is increased, or decreased, different color, different size, or there is something that should not be there, or there is a smell. Or, when something that was supposed to be there is not there, a sense of discomfort strikes you. It was this sense of discomfort that Pastry felt the moment he entered the room he was led to.


    Something was missing. After a while, he realized that there was no windows in the room. In fact, even the door was double-locked and had a heavy metal press, so that if it were not for the room¡¯s interior light, he would not be able to see anything at all.


    ¡°Come in .Sit down on that chair.¡±


    As Pastry was about to sit down just as he was told, he noticed that even the chair was strange. The chair was firmly attached to the floor. In addition, it had a metal clasp on it that seemed to be for binding.


    A windowless room. A fixed chair. Restraints. The warning alarms are ringing in his head, it was not just a sense of discomfort, but a sense of danger .


    In this world, there is the threat of bandits and monsters. You never know when you might be attacked, and it is part of risk managing to have multiple escape routes prepared. Windows are also a method for this purpose, and it is understandable that there must be a very good reason for not having them. However, Pastry could think of no other reason than to make it impossible to escape, like in a prison. The fact that he broke out in a cold sweat is probably due to the fact that he had been in the kitchen for a long time in past life .


    ¡°You¡¯ re going to be fine. I¡¯m here with you, so don¡¯t worry.¡±


    What did he think of Pastry, who was unwilling to sit down in the chair? Casserole spoke softly to his son, who sensed that he was trying to ease his mind , finally sat down in the chair.


    ¡°Your son is very smart for his age. I suppose that¡¯s why he is so anxious to stay in this room. Even I would feel uneasy if I saw it for the first time. In order to put your mind at ease, I think it would be better to explain everything to him.¡±


    At the priest¡¯s words, Pastry nodded silently. If person is anxious because he doesn¡¯t know anything, it might ease his anxiety if he gets an explanation.


    ¡°What you are about to go through is the ceremony of consecration. Do you know that the ceremony is considered as coming-of-age ceremony?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I know.¡±


    That is a superimposed ceremony. There is a reason for this. In the first place, the consecration ceremony is for people qualified to receive magic from God.


    ¡°Selection, huh?¡±


    ¡°Yes. There are those who cannot receive the magic even if they wanted to, and there are those who cannot make use of it even if they were given it. That is the beginning of the selection process.¡±


    ¡°So I will be go through the selection .¡±


    His eyes light up when he hears that he will be able to use magic. If he could use magic like his father, he would be able to do much more. His lips curled into a smile at the thought of this dream.


    ¡°This ceremony consists of two parts,, however, quite harsh. It is, . It is a ceremony only for those who are coming of age,¡±


    ¡°Harsh, is it?¡±


    ¡°Yes. The first step in performing magic is to obtain a minimum amount of mana, which is like fuel for the use of magic. , but you are born with a certain amount. The first test is to measure this amount of magic power. There is nothing dangerous about this. The issue is the next part. The next test is the one that confronts personal qualifications.¡±


    ¡°personal qualifications?¡±


    Yes. It is said that magic, at the time of its grant, is strongly connected to the qualities of the person. Who you are, what you can do and what you cannot do. What do you like, what do you dislike, what do you try to achieve, and what do you want to avoid When you get right down to it, you have to face yourself with sincerity. That is what this room is using for.


    Having been told this, the boy looked around the room once again. The stone walls and the stone floor were illuminated by the light of a small candlestick, which was shimmering and flickering. In the quiet, still room, he suddenly heard the sound of clothes scraping against the floor. The priest was holding something in his hand.


    ¡± A stick?¡±


    In the priest¡¯s hand was a small stick-like object. To Pastry, who does not know what it is, it seems to be just a metal rod. It could be called a lump. The candlelight did not illuminate it well, but the luster of the shining light showed a dull shine peculiar to metal. A piece of cloth is placed on the palm of his hand, and the metal rod is placed on top of the cloth. The length is extremely short. It is about the length and thickness of an adult¡¯s index finger. Pastry almost mistook it for an AA battery.


    ¡°The first thing we need to do is to measure the amount of magic power. Could you hold this stick?¡±


    Pastry was doubtful, but did as he was told and grabbed the stick. It was a light metal compared to what he had thought was iron or something, and the moment he grasped it, his hand involuntarily swam because it was lighter than he had imagined. It seemed even lighter than the aluminum he remembered from his past life. It felt cool and metallic, but there was something more than that. It was the heat that was being taken from his body. It was a natural feeling since he was holding metal, but he also felt as if something else was being taken away from his body. Hw tried to immediately pull away from the metal rod because of the unexpected feeling, as if he had been hit on the neck with a piece of ice.


    ¡°It¡¯s all right, , could you please keep your grip on it?¡±


    The priest speaks in a gentle voice. Since it was said in such a way as if it was a natural thing to do, He just continued to grip it.


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    Have you noticed it? If you can recognize it so well, you must be quite sure of it.


    The metal rod in the boy¡¯s hand. It seemed to getting heavier and heavier. regardless of the tiredness of his hand .What earlier had been so light that he didn¡¯t even know if he was holding it or not had now become too heavy for him to hold in his hands. It was as if he was forced to hold it like a dumbbell, and that was something that was hard to bear for his small body.


    ¡°I¡¯m at my limit,¡±


    As soon as he told that, he re;eased his hand. With a thud, the metal rod fell with a sound that sounded as if it were heavy. The weight of the metal rod was clearly abnormal for a child¡¯s hand to hold. The boy was sweating coldly at the sound that point out that it was heavy. He was glad he had not dropped it on his foot.


    The two adults were surprised by the sound. Leaving aside the parental silliness of Baron , who was expressing surprise and joy not only on his face but also all over his body, priest tried to hide his surprise but failed to do so. The priest, who is supposed to be used to putting on a serious face and acting serious by nature of his profession, failed to do so. He must have been even more shocked inside, but he still made an effort to make things right and picked up the metal rod that had fallen. As it was, he brought a scale that he had prepared from somewhere and weighed it.


    The metal rod picked up earlier is placed on one side of the scale, which was originally set up so that both plates are suspended in balance. With a clank, the scale lifts its side. Then, on the other side of the raised plate, he places several weights that he had prepared in sequence. When the weight of the heaviest one and all the other ones had been placed, the priest called out to the boy, his cheeks twisted.


    ¡°Do any thoughts come to your mind when you hold this stick?¡±


    Upon being asked this question, Pastry said the word that came to his mind.


    ¡°The word ¡®transcription¡¯ came to mind. , or something like that.¡±


    He did not say that the word ¡± reincarnation¡± also came to his mind. He said he remembered feeling as if he had been given a [transcription] of the memories of his previous life. Because he didn¡¯t have enough faith in the priest to say that.


    The priest, who nodded his head in understanding after hearing his words, said to him and his father


    ¡°Your son seems to be fully qualified for the next test.¡±


    ¡°Of course he is. I am very proud of him.¡±


    The boy¡¯s father, who was so happy as if he was himself, his son was not able to understand what was going on and his head was filled with questions. This expectation was real, but it was also not.


    I¡¯m sorry, but lets not wasting time. let¡¯s take the next test.


    Pastry was fixed to the chair in a matter of seconds. If expressing it correctly, it was done so quickly that there was no time for an resist . The skillful technique, which must have been used to restrain hundreds of people, made him break out in a cold sweat in more ways than one. Something incredibly bitter was poured into his mouth, and he coughed involuntarily.


    ¡°What the hell?!¡±


    ¡®I hope you¡¯re all right. Now we are ready to start.¡±


    The priest¡¯s grinning face made Pastry think that this man was definitely a sadist.


    ¡°So, what are you going to make me do now?¡±


    He asked, literally unable to move his hands or feet, so he just moved his mouth. If there were any shorties here, this would be a sight that would make his nose bleed . After all, a handsome boy of only one-digit age was writhing in obvious restraints. he only hope that the priest is not like that. He prayed to Buddha and the 8 million other gods and goddesses, because he knew that if he will pray , priest would be pleased.


    He was anxious about what would happen to him, but the answer he got was surprising.


    I will not do it,¡±


    ¡ó¡ó¡ó¡ó¡ó


    The wind runs through the fields. It runs straight through the field, which has become completely farm-like in the past few years.


    The wind passes through the field and hits a man. The man notices a cool breeze brushing his cheeks as autumn comes to an end, and he gets up from the ground. The man turns his head and sees a girl approaching him. In her hands were wooden buckets as tall as her face, and she was walking slowly, looking very weighted .


    ¡± My lady!¡±


    The man rushed toward her, his voice filled with surprise. At the noise, several people around him noticed the approaching girl. The girl smiled at the man who ran toward her and put down the bucket in her hand.


    ¡°It was so heavy.¡±


    ¡°My lady, what brings you here?¡±


    ¡°I wanted to ask you something. Oh, it¡¯s a good opportunity for everyone to eat together. It¡¯s the end of the season, and the food is not too much.¡±


    The one called ¡± lady ¡± is the sister of Pastry. She is the fifth daughter of the Baron Mortain. also known Jos¨¦, she is Josephine-Mille-Morteln. She seems to have gone out of her way to bring the water melon herself, when she could have asked a maid or a manservant to carry it for her. There were several small, irregularly shaped and malformed melons lying in the bucket.


    ¡°We are grateful for it . Hey, guys, the lady is giving us a melon . We¡¯ll take a break now.¡±


    ¡°Thank you, My Lady.¡±


    At a glance, there were less than ten faces that responded to his voice. The melon, which must have been brought in good numbers. The yellowish ones were sold out in no time. Even though the weather has become chilly, farm work is still difficult work. On a fine day, working hard makes one sweat, and one¡¯s throat dries up. The water in the melon is a great treat for a dehydrated body, so it is no surprise that it is so popular.


    The workers sat down in the field and began to take bites of the melon. Some distance away, Jos¨¦ sits using an empty bucket as a seat, and Sheitz sits down beside her.


    So, my lady, what is it you want to ask me?¡±


    Since she went out of her way to ask him question, it must be something of great importance. It seems that Sheitz was not the only one who thought of this, and the people who were busy with their work intentionally moved to a different place.


    Perhaps because of this, the girl did not want to speak up with a question. When he was getting impatient, Josephine finally began to talk.


    ¡°Well, I was wondering if you could tell me about the consecration ceremony¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°Oh, you mean the one that the boy is currently taking?¡±


    The girl¡¯s face was a little bit blank, and Sheitz realized her feelings vaguely.


    ¡°Are you anxious?¡±


    The girl¡¯s body twitched at the man¡¯s words. It is an excellent sign that the suggestion was true.


    ¡°I was told I didn¡¯t have much magic power at the test , so I couldn¡¯t take the second part of the ceremony. Hey, you know what kind of things they do in the second part . If I won¡¯t know what they do, I¡¯ll be nervous. So tell me what they are doing . There¡¯s no danger, right?¡¡My brother will come back, right?¡±


    The boy is beloved, Sheitz couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. Of course, this is not the kind of face to make in front of a lord¡¯s daughter ,when she is seriously asking for answer . Therefore, he nodded with an eagle eyes with the intention.


    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s going to be all right. The boy will be fine.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s true ?¡±


    ¡°Have I ever lied to you, young lady?¡±


    The girl looked thoughtful for a moment at the man¡¯s words. , but her smile quickly returned and she shook her head.


    ¡°No, Neither father nor you have ever lied to me.¡±


    ¡°I know. He will be fine.¡±


    ¡°All right, I¡¯ll be waiting for him.¡±


    The conversation was over. That¡¯s when Sheitz decided to go back to his work.


    ¡°But you two are keeping something important from me, aren¡¯t you?¡±


    The one who twitched was Sheitz this time. The man realized that he had been tricked when he caught sight of Jos¨¦, who had a look of wonder on her face. And she was acting the part of a weak girl, but he thought to himself that t she was getting better every year. It was that man. No, he can¡¯t help but feel that mother and daughter have a connection with each other. he lied down one more and sat down on the ground again, thinking that it would be impossible to fool hell with that. The girl smiles with satisfaction at the success of her plan, .


    Hey, Sheitz. Tell me about the second part of the ceremony . I just want to know what my brother is up to.¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t mind. It¡¯s just, my lady.¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    Why are you asking about that ? Maybe the boy will finish the first part and come back early.


    It is said that the amount of magic power is at birth. There are different theories, but the fact that the amount of magic power does not change after birth is generally considered to be accurate. The number of people who have enough magical power to handle the mysterious power known as ¡°magic¡± is approximately one in twenty. Even if they had magical power, only one in a thousand would be able to use magic. he was convinced that her brother was one in a thousand, and she wanted to ask him if he could tell her why he was so sure.


    ¡°Father trained him swordsmanship every day.¡±


    ¡°Yes, well. So what ?¡±


    ¡°I thought he trained him because he was observant him every day and thought he had potential. Even if that was not the case, he is too young for come of age ceremony For noble family like ours, there must be a disadvantage to be suffered by neglecting tradition with contempt. To avoid that, he could have waited until later, and there must have been a good reason for his rush .¡±


    Shiitz remembered his lord¡¯s words .


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell anyone that a band of thieves is approaching. We can only make that public when our defensive preparations are in place. There is a good chance that they will not come to our territory, so there is no need for unnecessary chaos. The government is required to take measures that are neither careless nor excessive. That is why we will digging empty moats under the exuse of clearing the fields .¡±


    Your father favors rationality and pragmatism over tradition and common sense. Besides, he would not like to waste his time, and you would not stop him. There is only one practical benefit of the ceremony that he would want to have even if he had to bear the stigma of disregarding . So I¡¯m sure boy will come back with the magic power.¡±


    Sheitz wondered why the girl in front of him had been born a female, and he truly felt that it was a pity.


    The first married couples were wise, but the youngest sister was a cut above the rest.


    But even so, she was still a bit inferior to her younger sibling.


    I¡¯m sure I¡¯m not wrong for the most part, but that doesn¡¯t mean that I¡¯m completely right¡±


    ¡°Why, then? Does it have something to do with the test?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I remember the second test in the first place. That¡¯s a pretty tough test.¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    ¡°Not physically, but mentally, it¡¯s very hard. First of all, they prevented


    you from moving body.¡±


    As the girl sat back down with a curious look on her face, Sheitz told her about the test in an contained manner. Before she knew it, the others around were back to their work. Therefore, the story was told without anyone else hearing it.


    ¡°They make you drink some kind of potion or holy water that temporarily boosts your magical power. It tastes awful.¡±


    ¡°Hmm.¡±


    The name of the drink differs from place to place, but what is called holy water in the royal capital is poison. It is also classified as a deadly poison that can kill if used incorrectly. The drink is forced into the body and activates the body¡¯s magic power temporarily by triggering an antibody reaction in the body. Like bee venom, there is a danger of dying , which is why consecration ceremonies are not held outside of churches. Originally, drinking it up was considered a sign of courage and a passage for adults, but it was later systematized by the church.¡±


    ¡°But that¡¯ s not a big deal¡±l, he said to Jos¨¦, who was trying to learn about that. ¡°That¡¯s just preparing for a test ¡° , he said


    ¡°After that , they make you go completely blind. It¡¯s a mental crucible.¡±


    ¡°Like putting out the lights, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right. It really was dark. person can¡¯t see anything. You can¡¯t move your body, and since they put your ears in, you can¡¯t hear a sound. They leave you alone in the dark without telling you what you¡±re supposed to do. And they don¡¯t even tell you when it¡¯s over.¡±


    ¡°That¡­¡­ sounds pretty ¡­¡­ harsh.¡±


    In fact, this is why it is considered dangerous to perform the consecration ceremony. They are left alone in the dark to face themselves. The body is also made to not move, and gradually, the sensation of going up and down becomes more and more dull . At first you feel boredom, and gradually your sense of time becomes numb. One minute seems like an hour, and then you don¡¯t even know if you were sleeping or awake. Perhaps it is due to immersion in the holy water, or perhaps it is the darkness, but hallucinations are appearing, and the past and the present are becoming blurred. Even the slightest pain is becoming more powerful, and even the slightest hunger is becoming unbearable. In the midst of this feeling of melting into one¡¯s environment, or of having one¡¯s , one naturally becomes familiar with what one is, if one wants to have a strong sense of self-identity.


    In some cases, it is a dangerous act that can be used for torture or brainwashing, and many are left traumatized afterward. Some even die from blood stasis from the prolonged restraints. Children, who have not even finished developing their self-identity, are especially at danger, as they can lose themselves and lose their minds. Therefore, those who are not eager to obtain magic and rise to the top, even if they are gambling against the odds, or those who have great duties, such as the nobility, avoid the consecration ceremony, keeping it simple. one


    ¡°It sounds like a lot of trouble¡±


    ¡°I guess. That¡¯s why people who can use magic are so valuable.¡±


    ¡°But from what I¡¯ve been told, I don¡¯t understand what makes you think that brother can do it. I¡¯m sure there are reason that both you and father think he can learn magic from, right?¡±


    ¡°Well, well, there are some reason , but ¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°But?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s hard to put into words, I don¡¯t know how to explain it.¡±


    Sheitz thinks about it. In fact, it is very difficult to put into words some feelings .


    ¡°Young lady, lift up your arm a little bit.


    ¡°Like this?¡±


    The girl raises her right hand as she is told At first glance, she looks like a new servant asking for permission to speak.


    ¡°What power did you use when you raised your hand just now?¡±


    ¡°Hmm ¡­¡­ arm strength?¡¡ I used arms, sides, and the muscles of my hands.


    ¡°That¡¯s it. You never know what kind of things are used to move arms, what kind of energy is used to move arms, what kind of thoughts are used to move arms.¡±


    I¡¯d be glad if you used the stomach as fuel to move ,¡±


    Sheitz responded to the joke with a light laugh. She was sure that Jos¨¦ and the was still in her early teens and would become more feminine in the future. He was convinced of this, but he did not tell her , probably out of consideration for her feelings.


    The second test is the same. It¡¯s difficult to know how to use the magic power that is being activated and how to control what is being moved. So you have to have a clear sense of what you want to do.


    ¡°Can he do that?¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t say that he can do it, it¡¯s just a hunch. I have a gut feeling that ¡°Bo can do it,¡± though this is just another gut feeling. As I said before, controlling this magic power goes hand in hand with knowing yourself. That is why many children of nobles and knights are magicians. It¡¯s the kind of thing where you train your body and your swordplay from a young age, grasp what you can and can¡¯t do, and become the master of your own self. A boy could do better than a perfect score in that regard, you know?¡±


    ¡°Oh, I see. That¡¯s why father thought he might be able to do it.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what I means .¡±


    It seems that Sheitz was not mistaken when he thought that this was the end of the conversation. Jos¨¦ stand up from the bucked and lightly patted


    her dress to remove the dust.


    ¡° You just have to wait for the boy to learn the magic and his return, young lady.¡±


    ¡°I will. Thank you for telling me. I¡¯m sorry to have bothered you.¡±


    It¡¯s all right. The melon was delicious. You¡¯re welcome to bring it again anytime.


    ¡°Well, maybe after the winter. It seems that they have already finished growing.¡±


    The man sends off his master¡¯s daughter, with words , ¡°Take care. He has a lot of work to do.


    However, Sheitz was hiding something important. The young lady is still a bit naive, he chuckles. It was the boy¡¯s special nature that made him and Casserole want to have Pastry go though the ceremony of consecration.


    he hid it from Jos¨¦.


    There are three steps in the obtaining of magic. Activation of magic, perception of magic, and manipulation of magic. Among these, it is only in recent years that people have come to rely on medicines and holy water for activation. In the past, it was a much more difficult task.


    Perception of magical power is a difficult thing . The magic power in the body is something that everyone has from birth, and it is difficult to feel it first. It is like asking to feel the air in your chest or the steel in your blood. From an average person¡¯s point of view, this part of the process is the most difficult.


    The way to manipulate magic power also varies from person to person, and therefore, the magic that person can use varies from person to person. Some can use such magic as instant movement , some far-sighted magic, and some the power to move objects. There is a great variety. It is just like the shape of a cloud, what it looks like is different for each person. It is only natural that each person has a different type of magic.


    The boy must be able to handle the most difficult part, the perception of magic power, without difficulty. If he could handle the most difficult part, the rest would be a piece of cake. Sheitz was convinced of this, although it was only hunch.


    To perceive something that one has never been aware of before is akin to looking for a mistake in a picture. It takes a lot of luck for ordinary people to find what they are looking for in a picture. If you are shown a landscape painting and told that only one part of it is wrong, there is no way to find it unless you know the real one.


    But Pastry intuition tells him that there might be two paintings. It would often show itself in his swordsmanship practice. It is as if he has an answer within himself and is pondering what his movements are in relation to that ¡°right answer.¡±


    The same is true when he is helping to manage the territory. Without any trial and error, he suddenly finds the correct answer from within himself. It is as if he has a correct answer in his mind and suddenly points out the points that are different from it. For now, only his parents and Sheitz are aware of this special nature of the next lord.


    ¡°I¡¯m sure the boy will make it.¡±


    The man returned to his work of tinkering with the earth.

 Chapter 6

    Pastry is a tie-up and he can¡¯t see anything . The first time the second test of ceremony was performed, in a long time it started a little after first test . Concerned about his son, who is still facing himself, the , Casserole has been sent to a room in the church. It was a well-furnished room that could be called a guest room. A middle-aged priest is sitting on a chair, facing him. The knight-baron could not understand the cause of the expression on his face, which had been looking so glum for some time now.


    Well, to put it simply , he knows that the reason is his son¡¯s consecration ceremony. What he does not know is what is bothering this priest so much.


    ¡°.There is something I must tell you about your son.¡±


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°About this.¡±


    A lump of metal was placed with a clunk. It is generally called light gold. It is used to measure the amount of magic power. It is also used in second test of coming of age ceremony.


    The achievements of great scientists in the past who used this light gold to measure amount of magic power are still praised as a great achievement. It was well known that metals and liquids change their volume with temperature. Thermometers, for example, take advantage of this feature.


    In the same way, they took advantage of the fact that the mass of a material changes according to its magic power and set a standard to measure magic. One cannot help but be in deep awe of such great achievement .


    ¡±What is this light gold?¡±


    He takes the lump of metal placed in his hand. It is so heavy and solid that it is hard to believe that it is so small. It probably weighs about as much as an iron ball the size of fist . It was not this heavy when he was a young man, and the information was enough to guess what the priest was trying to say.


    ¡°I¡¯m sure you noticed this when you held the ball, but what I¡¯m trying to say is about the amount of magic power your son has.¡±


    ¡°It seems to be a bit too much.¡±


    The more magic power you have, the more you can use your abilities. T It is known that there are differences in th amount of magic power, and duration of the fire, and the materials that can be ignited. It is said that there is a theory that even though people are equal in magic, they show individuality, but it goes without saying that the amount of magic power affects the quality of the magic.


    ¡°I would normally congratulate you, but his amount is too large to be called a little. higher To be more specific, the amount of magic power is generally considered to be only one, but in the case of your son, it was more than fifty. I think he is probably one of the three most talented people in the world.¡±


    ¡°Hmm.¡±


    Here, the baron hesitated to ask . If it is a little too much, it is a good thing. He should celebrate without any hesitation. But is there anything problematic if it is too large? Such a question suddenly came to his mind.


    ¡°It is our tradition to make public the congratulations of those who have passed the consecration ceremony. This is because the church is obligated to report to God and His children about their loyalty to their duties. I am sure that there are many people who are blessed with good health and happiness. However, if I dare to look at the reality and severity of the world, there are many who are envious and jealous of others¡¯ blessings. It is sadly , but reality that the greater the celebration, will draw more people . who will be jealous .¡±


    ¡°A rather contrived statement of the realism of the priests, isn¡¯t it?¡±


    ¡°This is harsh. The Church is in the world of people. , and even a priest¡¯s small office is human beings. There are many things that cannot be done, and for that reason, there are many things that are required. If you can understand this and cooperate with me, I will do everything in my power to help your son to get rid of that problems.¡±


    The sigh of the baron, who thought about , every word he said was a bit repetitive, was probably within the range of what the priest had foreseen.


    If I to summarize his words . If the news of his son gets spread, his son will be subjected to jealousy. If he want him to keep it quiet, he wants him to cooperate with him . But What does cooperation mean ?


    What does cooperation mean in this case? Even a baron who is somewhat ignorant of politics, can guess what it means. It means ¡°close ¡± cooperation in form of gold and silver. In other words, money.


    ¡°If my son can successfully complete the second test , I promise to cooperate with you as much as possible.¡±


    ¡°I see. I am glad you are fast to understand what i mean . Ha ha ha.¡±


    After that, the conversation continued as they kept poking and prodding at each other¡¯s feelings. H also asked about the inner workings of the knight¡¯s faction, or rumors of some sort. He want to get such information, if possible. The clergyman¡¯s defense makes him wonder if he is also an agent of intelligence.


    It was already dusk by the time they exchanged their dark, adult-like conversation. It was about time to see the results of the test of the pastry.


    ¡°Oh, is it that time already? Time flies when you are full of hopes, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    ¡°I guess so. I have noticed that the time seems to last much longer.¡±


    ¡°I guess it¡¯s just a parent¡¯ s way of thinking. Well, then, shall we go and up check your son?¡±


    The time for pray had come, and the devout believers who had finished their work had come to the church to thank God and the spirits for another safe and successful day. Looking sideways at those who were praying, the baron and the priest went to the basement. They open a tightly closed room , where no light to leak in.


    Pastry was dazzled by the light when he was released from his blindfold. His eyelids were fluttering and he was trying to look around, but as his eyes adjusted to the light, his father gently patted him on the head and said, ¡±


    ¡°You did a good job by yourself.¡±


    With those words, Pastry finally felt that it was over. He looks at his father and says to him that it is because of the dazzling light that there are tears in his eyes.


    ¡°Now it¡¯s time to put the final touch ¡±


    ¡± Final touch?¡±


    The boy wonders if this is not over yet .He is told to be careful when he gets up, his arms and legs released, and he gets to his feet. , rubbing his limbs . He is told that if he stands up too quickly, he may get choked with blood and collapse, so he is cautious.


    ¡°If you had magic in your body , you would understand the scriptures I am about to read to you. After that ceremony will came to end¡±


    ¡°I understand.¡±


    The priest then opened a scroll. It contained a scripture, . The priest¡¯s voice begins to sing,


    ¡°The world is a vast place, and the beings that lives in it are numerous and immeasurable, but they are all equally favored by God. So it is with man. The bosom of the Holy God is immeasurable, His power unlimited, and His words deep, long, and far-reaching. If you are given a single word or phrase, the blessings of God¡¯s grace will be of great value to you. I now take your name as a verse from the Word of God. You shall repay God¡¯s favor in the name of Pastry-Mill-Mortellen. May God bless you.¡±


    The moment Pastry understood the content of the scripture, he suddenly comprehended his own magic. What he could and could not do about his own abilities. He also understood that the [transcription] he had felt earlier was the key to his own abilities.


    And perhaps also that this scripture is magical one .


    ¡°It seems that you have passed successfully.¡±


    Pastry father nodded in satisfaction. Pastry nodded in as well ahe two of them were in the same mood, just like father and son.


    Naturally, their appearance was similar, as they were both leaving


    the room.


    ¡°Thank you for your assistance today,¡± .


    ¡°No, no, our job is to help the people in need . We are always here to help people.¡±


    ¡°This is just a way to show our gratitude.¡±


    ¡°Oh, no, this is much appreciated. Thank you for your cooperation with the Church.¡±


    baron , with a smile on his face, handed the leather bag to the -clergyman. The contents, as most people would guess, were money , and there were about ten silver coins in it.


    ¡®Well then, here you are.¡±


    ¡°Please come again anytime.¡±


    With that they parted ways. After looking at the back of the father and son, who were close , the priest checked inside the bag. He shook the bag once. He saw with his eyes that there were only silver coins inside, and muttered to himself.


    ¡°You don¡¯t get it . You¡¯re just a knight from the battlefield, aren¡¯t you? This is not enough to stop me from leaking it . I hope you won¡¯t take it to heart .¡±


    The priest¡¯s smirking face was far from what you would image from clergyman, and he had a nasty look on his face.


    ¡ó¡ó¡ó¡ó¡ó


    Now, while the stands are still open, let¡¯s go buy some souvenirs to bring back home.¡±


    ¡°Yes, father. I think I¡¯d like to buy Bonka. . Let¡¯s buy it by all means.¡±


    ¡± You have reached adulthood today, so I won¡¯t treat you like a child anymore. I¡¯ll leave you some money and let you chose souvenirs . I have a few things to do, so let¡¯s meet in the center square after sunset.¡±


    ¡°I got it,


    A boy with a sparkle in his eye is smiling. The honest desire of an innocent child always captures the hearts of those who have grown up and never let go.


    The difference between adults and children. For men, the only difference is the amount of money they spend on their hobbies. If this is the case, then the boy who is pursuing his interests here without restraint has already fulfilled the requirements of adulthood.


    Literally, a boy who has just become an adult. No, since he has already reached adulthood, he should be called a young adult, even if he still looks a bit childish. What the young man has chosen to is bonka.


    In modern world , it would be something between an apple and a pear. Whether it is called a pear or an apple depends on the person. From the bright green ones to the yellow ones that have probably already reached peak ripeness, each fruit is unique. The unknown fruits piled up in the stall. The young man takes each one in his hand and picks it with surprising seriousness, considering its smell, look, weight, and even sound.


    When the baron returned after taking care of his business, he found his son still buzzing in front of the fruit.


    ¡°You¡¯d better hurry up , or we won¡¯t make it home today. You¡¯ve already picked enough.¡±


    At his father¡¯s words, Pastry, who did not even hide his disappointment, picked up about four fruits with reluctance. He was holding them in his tiny hands, as if he couldn¡¯t hold them in his small hands.


    ¡°Mister, I¡¯ll give you a little extra for your diligence.¡±


    The owner of the stand, who was smiling at Pastry as he was seriously selecting, gave him an extra bonka. He even went to the trouble of choosing the one that looked the most delicious.


    Pastry gulps down a saliva. The delicious smell seemed to be feeling through the air. The fresh, tart aroma tickled his nose . And moreover, this bonka is an bonus. It would be easy to cover up the fact that he ate it here. After thinking that way, there was no way he could resist.


    ¡°It¡¯s delicious , father.¡±


    ¡°huh , what is it?¡±


    they were chewing fruit .


    ¡°We ate the most delicious one . Let¡¯s not tel that to l your Mother and Sister.¡±


    ¡°Right.¡±


    This was the moment when a secret was created between father and son.

 Chapter 7

    There is a part of the kingdom called the southern border of the Kingdom of God.


    In this part of the kingdom, where Casserole and Pastry are living , there are one count and two barons, the most famous and well-known families in the center of the region. The three families are the Counts of Rhaetesh, who dominate the maritime trade, the Baron Bourbach, an old family with a tradition since the establishment of the country, and the Barons of Sargret, a prominent family in the Great War. Each of these noble families is considered one of the most famous among the many aristocratic families on the southern border.


    There is a road that passes through Baron Salgret from the countship of Ratesch to the baron Bourbak. The road, called the Rockerla Road, is the most crowded road in the southern border of the Kingdom of the God of Prahlig. In recent years, the road has seen a lot of horse-drawn cart traffic to transport trade goods from the port towns of Count Ratesh¡¯s domain.


    ¡°Will the bandits appear?¡±


    ¡°They will come. Since His Lordship Rhaetesh informed us in advance, they will surely appear.¡±


    The street, which is usually crowded with horse-drawn wagons and passersby, is now empty of them. Instead, it would be unfair to say so, but the men on the street are looking very serious. They are the joint forces of the Barony of Sargret and the Barony of Bourbak. There are four riders, including the head of the family, and three riders, for a total of seven. Twelve and fifteen men, a total of twenty-seven, are heavily armed. In addition, there were ten mercenaries and about 120 private soldiers from the local people, for a total force of just under 170 men. Armed with weapons in their hands, the riding men in armor were glaring at their surroundings.


    What were these ferocious men doing? They had blocked off the roads and were on guard, turning away all those who came through. Three guards were set up in shifts, and a warlike security network was being constructed.


    Today is the fourth day that they have blocked the road with a heavy guard. The reason why such a security system has been established can be traced back to the letter of the other day.


    A few days ago, a band of bandits who had been rampaging through Count Ratesh¡¯s territory were driven out by the Count¡¯s army. The letter was circulated proudly, but many people felt uneasy about the fact that the contents of the letter were not about elimination or defeat. In particular, the heads of the two baronies that were directly connected to Count Ratesch along the road felt the need to take action . Therefore, they decided to form an allied force to eliminate all the bandits in one go due to their common goal.


    The bandits, who had been driven out of the Rhaetian territory, were probably moving along the road, assaulting passersby. The allied forces were convinced that the bandits would appear at the end of the road, so they made a plan to eliminate the bandits there, and that is where they are currently deployed.


    ¡°Your Excellencies. It is getting dark. We have prepared a tent house for you, so please take dinner.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    With an army of close to 200 men, even the commanders were expected to be of high rank. In a union army such as this one, it is common practice for the highest-ranking commander to assume overall command. This time, however, it was a coalition of two lords, and both lords were of equal rank .


    Baron Bourbak is slightly fat. In his youth, Baron Bourque was a renowned military officer, but his well-trained muscles have been replaced by flab before he knows it. Baron Sargret, on the other hand, is an old man with a slightly cool head. He is the current head of the Sargret family, an old family that has existed since the founding of the country.


    In terms of ability and achievement, Baron Bourbak should be entrusted with the job, but in terms of tradition and prestige, Baron Sargret is more suitable. After arguing over which of the two should be the supreme commander, the two stood side by side as supreme commanders and gave orders by joint decision only a few days ago. The two lords, whose interests are often in conflict because of their neighboring territories and who often quarrel over petty interests, do not even think of compromising with each other.


    A tent house prepared only for appearance. It is a roofless tent in appearance, but there is no doubt that it is a standout for setting up camp outdoors. A lot of people think that the more they stand out, the more appealing they are to the others.


    Hence, the two supreme commanders would eat their meals in the tent, which was set up for show in the midst two different flags fluttering in the air.


    ¡°But they don¡¯t show themselves here so far.¡±


    ¡°Yes, indeed. Perhaps they are afraid of the might of our army, I wonder what they think of it.¡±


    Baron Sargret¡¯s shoulders twitched when Baron Bourque referred to allied army as ¡°my army. But he seemed to have decided to let it pass as a provocation. He answered while eating a piece of soft white bread.


    ¡°I think they are observing the situation. The other side is a skilled they managed to escape from the Count. If we keep an eye on the road, we should be able to spot them.¡±


    Baron Sargret responded while eating, and this time, Baron Bourbak¡¯s soup spoon trembled slightly in his hand. He takes a sip of the soup as if to calm himself down, then takes a breath and speaks up again.


    ¡°Then we can¡±t do nothing. We have enough money in our reserves, so we can go into a long battle, but you can¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°No, don¡¯t worry. Unlike some poor territories, ours is a very fertile territory. I think it is time for you to start worrying about your own money.¡±


    ¡°Hmph. Our territory is a place with a long history. A stranger from somewhere else would have no traditions , not have been a noble for very long, and not have much money in reserve.¡±


    ¡°How dare you !¡±


    Baron Sargret kicked his chair and stood up with a thud. A man rushed into the tent with heavy atmosphere. Both commanders asked the man, who was out of breath , what was going on.¡±


    ¡°We are under attack. The enemy has appeared from the side of the road!¡±


    It was nightfall, a subtle time of day that could not be taken as either night or day. The timing was perfect, for the soldiers were distracted by preparations for the meal. Trained soldiers. If the army consisted only of knights and retinue, there would be full-time meal staff and caretakers. However, the militia recruited from farmers and villagers were completely unaware of the common practices of the military. They do not have servants to take care of them. If they did not make their own preparations, there was no way they would be served meals. People need to eat to survive, and people of all ages, men and women, of all ranks, are always need meal . In the midst of a campaign that had not changed for days, the unfamiliar members were almost all preoccupied with the meal.


    The bandits¡¯ skill was such that they took advantage of the opening created by the situation and attacked. The bandit¡¯s sense of scent, which should be called ¡± sense of smell,¡± accurately struck a vital point.


    ¡°Aaah!¡±


    ¡°Ugh !¡±


    Screams were heard here and there. Normally, the guard would have prepared lights in case of a night battle. However, they were not completely ready at the time, as the sun was just about to set. All the lights that stood out were turned off, and darkness covered the area as time passed. The people , who were not only unfamiliar with night battles but were new to them, had no choice but to run for their lives in a state of panic.


    They can¡¯ t see where the attack is coming from. It is hard to see.


    A psychological state in which everything that moves looks like a bandit.


    Even among allies, many of them were unfamiliar to them. It didn¡¯t take long for the friendly fire to begin.


    ¡°why are your men attacking us?¡±


    ¡°Shut up, you geezer. Can¡¯t your upstart monkeys even handle the disciplining of their own men? You are the ones attacking my soldiers!¡±


    Normally, it is the role of the commanders to clean up such a mess. If the commanders are fighting with each other, the chaos will not only be contained, but it will only get worse. And the turmoil only benefited the bandits.


    The leader of the bandits. His name is Helm. He is two feet taller than the average person, and his muscles are massive to match his height and width. His hair, which has not been properly washed, is greasy and grows carelessly, and his beard, which has not been shaved, is messy Originally, he was the leader of a mercenary group that based in the royal capital, and he is a skilled men who has achieved many victories in the past. . He was aware of the roadblock and carefully checked out the situation before carrying out the raid, and his skill in leading the attack was superb.


    He was able to lead the raid after carefully checking out the situation.


    ¡°All right, kill them and we¡¯ll be left with the small fry. You guys, let¡¯s get to work!¡±


    ¡°Oh!¡±


    The experience of once leading the band of former mercenaries had given him the ability to take on the regular soldiers of the count¡¯s territory, as he had done earlier. Even when he was clearly heavily outnumbered, as he was this time, Helm did not give up. Like a predator hunting a prey larger than himself, he would strike with a single, well-aimed blow to a critical spot. The only vital point of the aristocratic army in front of him is the aristocratic commanders , no matter who thinks about it. In the confusion, Baron Sargret and Baron Bourbach were left with only their necks before they could escape.


    ¡°We got the head of the great aristocrat!¡±


    ¡°Ooh!¡±


    The civilian and mercenary army fled at once when their commander was killed in the midst of the battle. The knights and retinues were outnumbered and demoralized by their running allies, and it was either too soon or too late for the bandits to take over.


    Once they had pushed away most of the troops, the rest were left to steal. The wounded, who would have been captured in a fight between nobles or countries, were mere prey for the bandits. They are stabbed to death without a shred of consideration. The number of those killed cannot be counted on the fingers of both hands. The bandits take off the bodyguards of those they kill, and use the knight¡¯s armor and swords that they can use. Not to mention the provisions they carried around their waists, and the few coppers the local residents had in their possession, they were also snatched from them.


    ¡°How about this?¡±


    ¡°Well, did you find anything to eat?¡±


    ¡°It was too soggy. There wasn¡¯t much.¡±


    ¡°Shit, they must have fed the pigs there, for the most part.¡±


    The one who was called ¡°pig¡± was a man who was in command of the nobleman¡¯s side. Both of them have a lot of blubber on their stomachs. The men were stripped of all their fine clothes and stripped naked and left headless. The first head kicked the head of the lord of the body with a vindictive look.


    ¡®What happened to the others?¡¯


    The man was concerned that the number of those who were robbed did not match the number of his men. By his own estimation, the numbers do not match by more than ten. It¡¯s not that there are more, but the numbers don¡¯t match on the lesser side. The head of the group, who is well aware of the dirty nature of the aristocrats, is wary of the possibility of a surprise attack by a small group of men.


    ¡°Ah, I¡¯m sure there are some guys over there shaking their legs,¡±


    ¡°Why woman are here ?¡±¡±


    No one knows what happens to women who are captured by bandits. Of course, the head himself was aware that they were also the bandits as it is common sense. When dealing with them, it would be suicide to take a woman to the battlefield. The morale of the bandits would be boosted by the sight of a woman in front of them. The bandit job forces them to be abstinent because they can¡¯t go to brothels because they can¡¯t stop by towns, and they have limited means of venting their lust. They will attack women regardless of whether they are beautiful or ugly.


    ¡°No, that¡¯s ¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡®I heard that those guys are guys who get their asses handed off to them. I heard there was a kid who looked like a girl.¡±


    ¡± you idiots. I don¡¯t care if they get ill.¡±


    The poor victim was probably one of the men brought in as a servant. The real one a lot better.


    A squire is a servant of a nobleman. Helm had no intention of showing any mercy to them.


    .¡±Let me cut her off at the right place, and if you put a rope around her waist and pull her along, she can enjoy herself until she collapses.¡±


    The area was already dark and filled with the smell of blood. Only a madman would want to stay long. Helm remembers how he came to work as a bandit on such a smelly battlefield. It has been more than ten years ago, he thinks with a faraway look in his eyes.


    In the war in which he participated as a mercenary, he was caught in a tight corner by the absurd orders of a foolish aristocrat, and was abandoned as a useless pawn. After fleeing on his own, he was turned into a criminal because of his escape. He was left alone, having lost all his friends, the few possessions he had saved, and his lover. He was alone. He clenched his fists and said, ¡°I won¡¯t forgive you.¡±


    ¡°So, what are you going to do now?¡¯


    oneof his men asked. If they pass through the road they are on, they will find a town. But if they attacked a place where there were a thousand people, the resistance would be strong. The towns in the baron¡¯s territory are probably well-defended and often have stone walls.


    ¡°We should avoid the large towns and go through the villages. If we cross the border into the mountains, we can¡¯t mess with them, can we?¡±


    ¡°What about the villages along the way?¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re going to get the entire thing.¡±


    The head of the group was looking at the territory of the Riptauer. After roughly seeing the land, he looked further away.


    Far beyond of his line of sight, was territory of the Baron of Mortain.