Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

I'm fifteen years old. It's the second time I've grown up.

There was no such thing as a celebration, especially since I didn't tell anyone about my birthday. Exceptionally, when you're shopping in the Imperial Capital, you can meet Akima, the lady general of Yokoku "Miraya" and come visit us anytime! So much so that it was prompted. It's hard to go the other way when you're solicited at your mercy.

And one more thing, I was happy to do. Once I ate it, I got sick, and I was supposed to be able to make that hotel beef stew.

Because I was going to eat at a pretty high pace, the chef remembered my face and started talking about things. When I complimented this beef stew, he split the recipe from the demi-glass sauce. It is a world without retort food. You can enjoy the taste of that hotel in our house... priceless!

I'll finish the job, get home quickly, serve a big pot and make it with plenty of ingredients and sauce, as well as Curse Charolay meat. What makes you think the hotel is taking 12 hours to boil? I'll imitate it and simmer the cottonseed carefully.

Really simmered for 12 hours. While adjusting with fire magic, it took me until morning to finally, you know, I was getting a stew.

The incident took place at that time.

Gong said he was hungry. I was going to use the finished beef stew for breakfast, but I'm just hungry, too. In the meantime, it was a gap that even the fryer was going to dine to eat.

"Doon! Gashern!!!

One more step, the beef stew, which was almost complete until one more step, was smashing its contents into the kitchen without rubbish to see. My time stops.

"Gah, cah, cah"

What a harpy breaking into the kitchen, aiming for a beef stew but too heavy to fly and flipping the pan just like that. There have been no demonic raids at all here lately, so the boundaries in the house had been lifted. There was no response to the map either. I knew the demons were flying, but I didn't feel hostile and didn't respond. I wasn't even aware of the demons that were after our food.

Harpy ran outside looking like she was going to bruise me. The expression can be read well because the arms and feet are the appearance of a bird and the torso and face are the appearance of a human woman. I'm absolutely fooling around. Something starts in me.

"Oh no, no! I will kill you!!!!!!!"

Get over the wreckage of the beef stew, grab this stick and get out on the surface. Harpy was flying around the mansion, but you recognized me as your enemy, and you attacked me with sharp toenails.

"Gatin!!

Harpy's attacks don't work on me. I grab the leg I've been attacking and slap him straight to the ground. Beat it. Beat it.

"Piggy! Piggy!! Piggy!!"

Harpy manages to escape to the sky with wings. But I break his wings with this stick.

"Pyyyyyyyy!!!

Hit Harpy with a stick even with a scream and slapped to the ground.

"How much the hell do you think it took me!! Slightly Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto Cotto

Harpy getting bugged on the head, face, feathers, body, everywhere. At the end of the day, he got a full swing at his face as a baseball bat, and he blew it.

Harpy still seems to be alive. Shit. There was a reaction to the map as I tried to get under the guy who kept ringing without force. Looking back, dozens of harpies were coming from the woods. Looks like he's one of them.

Harpy, who saw his buddy being knocked down and instantly recognized me as his enemy, attacked me. But it's none of my business how many come. Like him earlier, these guys buzz. Bup tap. Bup tap.

"Pi... pi..."

Dozens of harpies that fall without their hands and feet facing each other and without being able to move. My anger still doesn't hold up like this. Well, if you're wondering why, more herds of harpies are headed this way. I'm good. I'm not dealing with you at all!

What showed up were dozens of harpies and huge harpies that could follow it. The giant harpy witnessed this tragedy and sounded tremendously loud. That's a signal that the guys around us are working together to launch an attack on me.

Even a fairly high wizard or knight would find it difficult to escape this attack. But it's none of my business. I broke all my feathers and made them full bogged like the rest of them. Trying to hide well in the shadows of the Harpies. The giant Harpies have used wind magic to attack me. It is a good way to fight. But I'm totally screwed, and he grabs my leg.

"Piggy!!

He kicks me with his remaining legs, but he can't scratch one of my junctions. I grabbed my leg and hit this giant harpy to the ground, broke my feather, broke my leg and finally slapped a full swing in my face.

Nearly a hundred harpies fell around. I'll lock these guys up in the junction. And put therapeutic magic on everyone. And call Gong and let him interpret my words.

"If you're wounded, you'll be able to talk! Though about your people, you mess up the beef stew that people were slowly cottoning, cottoning and simmering! What are you gonna do! Don't think all of you are going to die on Lak!!!

A mindful harpy jumps from within the junction to attack me. I drag him out of the junction and slaughter him with a "ghost cut".

"Piggy!!! Piggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!"

I scream awesome and sneak around.

"This is still the beginning. You guys are gonna suffer more than this and I'm gonna kill you! Food grudges are horrible!

"Pi, pi..."

The harpies are at war. Some individuals seem to have incontinence.

"Pi! Pi! Pi! Pi!

A giant harpy is saying something.

"Anyway, he wants me to calm my anger."

"Ahem? You want me to calm this anger!? Which mouth said it or cancer!

"I, General Harpy, am the head of this herd. I want to avoid getting all my family killed at all costs. I apologize for the inconvenience caused by one of my associates. I listen to everything, so I want you to give me a break for killing everyone."

"Temeer and the others can't do anything! Ugh, it's still your blood to quell this anger! There is no other way to make amends with blood!!

"No, more than that, you just have to let Harpy protect this forest - Harpy is a B-rank demon, and he's A-ranked in a few wings -. With all this harpy, it's S-rank, and it's convenient to hunt demons in the woods."

Well, he said he could get demonic meat without labor.

"Besides, harpy eggs are delicious - It's also a good idea to get the eggs up and running."

"All right, save your life if that's the condition. If it's unacceptable, tell them all to starve to death within the kingdom."

Naturally, Harpy replied that he would accept it immediately. I accepted it and put healing magic back to normal on the guy who was suffering from being slashed with a "ghost cut".

Gong said, Harpy seems to be a race that takes care of his people very much. In particular, General Harpy seems to be at the top of the race, and the herd led by Koitz, first of all, can't beat any creature. In other words, they are at the top of the food chain in this forest.

"If you can win, let's say the Great Demon King."

So I'm the Great Demon King?

As a harpy, even though it was an assault with certainty of victory, I didn't shoot one magic shot, it was just a full-blown quote with such a stick, the whole family was bogged down. It was frightening.

Essentially, Harpy seems to raise children dearly, hatching about five eggs once every three years and nurturing them carefully. Others lay eggs to lay, but they didn't have to lay anything else, and the terms of paying me the eggs were so accepted.

For once, as a hostage, General Harpy was to live under house arrest at the Mansion. Entry into the mansion is not permitted except with permission. Behavior was also a condition of limited scope, but the General Harpy himself seemed to have no problem at all, rather he dramatically liked the feed I serve, became friends with Illimo at the end of the sentence, now lives in a horse cabin, and lives close to each other.

Incidentally, among the harpies, the word "carefully cottonmouth" was recognized as the devil's word, and when I used this word occasionally, the General Harpies, as well as the harpies, became nervous and stopped moving.