Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

You can faintly hear the birds chirping. These days, this is a wake-up call. Slowly get out of bed. Because winter is already near, the air in the room is clear and a little chilly. Feeling that way, I grabbed the jug I had on my pillow and slowly drank water.

Step out of bed and head straight to the bathroom.

Good morning.

"Good morning... His Holiness the Pope"

When I called out to the maid, she gave me a greeting as she trembled. Vieille loved those reactions.

Open the bathroom door. It's already warm inside. The maid who sensed I was going to wake up must have warmed up the room. They probably control the temperature of the room by predicting when they'll wake up. She muttered in her heart that she was really good.

Take off your clothes and you'll be naked. The adjacent room has a bathtub, and there is a hot tub inside. Moreover, it was warmed to an appropriate temperature. Moreover, because her favorite perfume is mixed in there, when the door is opened, a very good scent tickles her nose.

Vieille slowly sinks into the bathtub. Your whole body will be wrapped in warmth.

Every time I think about it, I think King Agarta is amazing after thinking about how to bathe. Vieille sincerely thought it was a good thing that when he rebuilt the Papal Shrine, he had forced himself to build it. The biggest problem was where to drain the water from the bathtub, but when the plug was removed, it went through a stone basin and drained into the room just below. There is a large tank where all the hot water from the tub and bathroom is collected.

As soon as the water accumulated in the tank, the believers packed it in a jar. The water is sold in Japanese yen at the price of one hundred thousand yen as a medicine that can be drunk and applied to the sickness of Crimeans. This is not only a medicine, but it is also said to have the effect of paying evil at home, so it sells like flying among the Muslims. In addition, not only the religious capital Aphrodite, but also Crimean-Americans and people who are intoxicated with Vieille around the world will seek it. It was now an important source of funding for the Crimean country.

While soaking in the water, Vieille doesn't think about anything, and he's frightened. We cannot expose ourselves to the Muslims, but not a single one of them will come into this room. This was the only place Vieille could find himself without paying attention.

Wash your face in the hot tub. This water is also being sold in jars... When I thought about it, the thought in her mind suddenly came to my mind.

... even if I had to add more to this, would they buy this?

I mock myself for thinking nonsense. After doing that, no one will know, but it may be interesting if the Pope sells it as lively water for ten times the price. When I think about it, I unexpectedly laugh.

... if I find out I did that, there will be another rebellion.

Murmuring that in her heart, she stepped out of the bathtub and took a small bucket of water right next to it.... it's cold. But she started to wash her face with it. And finally, I bathed the water from all over my body.

Return to the dressing room and reflect yourself in the mirror that is there. My whole body is breathing up and my skin is pink. Remove the towel and carefully wipe off the moisture. I think it's a beautiful body. Sometimes they call a maid, but they look at Vieille's body and always blush. Vieille loved the moment.

... I wonder what they'll look like if we put this cloakroom up in glass.

Thinking so far, she told herself that it was nonsense, put on her bathrobe, and left the room behind.

When I returned to my room, breakfast had already been prepared and the maid was waiting for me. When Vieille got to his seat silently, he quickly started eating breakfast.

Baked bread, salads, eggs, steaks. It was a ham egg on this day.

The laces of the bathrobe are loosely closed, so Vieille's chest is almost visible. I barely see my nipples, but most of my beautiful breasts are exposed. In addition, she is eating with her legs together, so she can see her pure white thighs. The maids try not to look at the body, but their gaze goes to the chest and waist.

At the end of the breakfast, it's freshly squeezed orange juice. She swallows it all at once. It signals a change of clothes, and the maid brings underwear and papal clothes. When Vieille stood up, he took off his bathrobe and naked. A voiceless voice leaked from the maids.

Not only does she have nothing to do with such a gaze, she takes the papal outfit in her hand and quickly wears it. The underwear remains in the hands of the maid. Understanding that, she opened her mouth with a gentle expression on her face.

“I'll be working only in the morning today. I'll relax here from noon."

Following her words, the maids bowed their heads uniformly.

Leave your room and head for the office. Everyone greets her with the utmost respect. He sits down on the chair while responding by raising his right hand. The desk was stacked with letters on a basin, and she looked through them from one end. It's mostly a letter asking how you are.

Hmm?

One letter stops my eyes. The sender was from Togo, the Emperor of the Carutlen Empire.

He was a devout Crimean and one of the men who was intoxicated with Vieille. Even with her, he had great trust. I thought clearly that the letter from the man was either a tribute or a greeting, but what was written there was a report of the war.

Now the Carutlen Empire is attacking the Kingdom of Mitos, along with Ersmo, Nono, and Safando. It was written that reinforcements would probably come from the Heida Empire and Agarta. And at the end of the sentence, it was written, In this battle, king Agarta's head shall surely be examined.

Vieille glanced away from the letter and let his gaze swim into the sky.

I didn't know what was going on. This development was unexpected even to Vieille. "What the hell happened..."

In addition, they claim King Agarta's head in this battle. Vieille thought that it was extremely unlikely, but sometimes it was one in ten thousand. If that happens, my Crimean country might be able to regain the momentum of the past... Such a sense of expectation rises in my heart.

No, even though King Agarta has vanished from the world, those who serve him are excellent. I don't think the country will be disintegrated any time soon. Even if the king dies, the present system will be maintained.

"After that king disappeared, who would move Agarta..." There was a prince, but they were all young. Someone will be watching over you. When I thought about it, a woman's face appeared in Vieille's brain. It was a recollette.

I'm sure she will succeed the king and set the politics in motion. She's quite a nuisance, but she's mentally fragile. "If she gets mentally upset and does something strange..." The revival of Crimeana may be unexpectedly quick.

... no, no.

Vieille weighed himself down by saying that. It is highly unlikely that this will happen. Spending time on such things is a waste of time. She set aside the letter she had and reached for a new one.

I want to finish reading the letter as soon as possible and return to my room... I'm not wearing underwear, so it feels kind of cold. After all, at this time, she had to read the letter while muttering in her heart that she should put on her underwear.