Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

It was on a rainy day of dust and sand that a man appeared under the Earl of Saracenia.

"You get off a lot. Your clothes are soaking wet with shame."

"First, let's do something for you"

The Count of Saracenia, who grows a splendid mustache and has a stern face, makes his face even stronger. You perceived such air, the man grins with a niggle, and opens his mouth.

"If His Majesty the Emperor of the Ramaron kingdom were to leave you, he would ask you to save your life."

"What do you mean?

"For His Majesty's sake, the kingdom of Juka... was it Agarta now? He was ordered to invade again."

Count Saracenia stares at the man.

"Basically, we're not going to keep the people of the Agarta Nation alive. No, if the Empire forgives, the people of the world won't. We didn't crusade against the Great Demon King, and we didn't take measures as one."

"I haven't seen the Great Demon King since the fall of the King's capital of Juka. Its very existence is suspicious."

"Really? Generally, after the fall of our King Juka capital, the men of that army have reported the appearance of the Great Demon King and the destruction of the army. And the person went mad. Think about it. I've never heard of 3,000 troops taking their lives overnight. If you were besieged by a hundred thousand armies, wouldn't you still say that such a great army had no shadow or form? We, the Empire of Ramarone, saw the emergence of the Great Demon King in this country and decided to march again."

"What do you want me to do?

"Your name has also reached our empire. His Majesty will not enter under the umbrella of the Great Demon King, only those like you. If not, you can welcome me as a nobleman of the Empire."

"of the Ramaron Empire... nobility"

"Yep. This country was hit by a long civil war. The arms that have defended the territory with brilliant arms and even widened its prints and run the territory have caught His Majesty's attention. That's why I didn't attack you when you were marching first. If you can side with the Empire, we guarantee your current identity and territory."

The man puts his body forward gleefully and opens his mouth to whine in a low voice.

"However, if we are hostile, we will kill them all, as we did last time."

Count Saracenia's eyes are swimming.

"I don't believe so, ma'am. If you want to take our side, lend the soldiers as much as you want. So you are free to crusade the Great Demon King's men and spread the prints. Instead, I would ask the Empire to pay part of the harvest as an annual contribution during the annual harvest. This one was sure... you could get the wheat, right? If so, I want you to pay your annual contribution twice in summer and autumn. That's all the empire wants from you, 20% of the harvest."

"... okay. Let me think for a while."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure the Count believes he'll take care of himself, so we'll wait for you to believe him."

The man shook his body with a cook and an inclusive laugh.

"Really? Have you ridden the invitation of the Seven! Nihihihihihi"

It is Giseu, commander of the Imperial Army of Ramaron, who is blasting joy without laughing.

"Now most of the Lords of Agarta near the border are with us."

"But, Commander, from these territories, we can't expect much crop harvest..."

"Say what! Your eyes are a pit! These territories deserve enough to feed our Imperial people!

"That's the story in all the harvests. This is the only 20% they pay to the Empire."

"You're an idiot. You can't be born because you're such an idiot and honest."

My men look blatantly nasty.

"So they say we're going to make a difference and collect a lot?

"I can't do that. The Empire is a man who keeps his word."

"If so..."

"Big idiot. What the Empire wants from them is 20% of the harvest. No mistake."

"Commander, I don't know what your words mean."

"Well, you don't get it. That's good. Stay back. Non is going out now."

Giseu waved with a tingle to encourage his men to leave the room. And once again, Nihihihihi and one person, were to laugh damned.

"... 10,000? What do you use all those soldiers for?

It is General Carries, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army, who is staring at Giroli and Giseu's face.

"Juka... no, is it Agarta now? To march there."

"Agarta? What are you going to do?

"Of course, to collect annual contributions,"

"I don't know what the Lord is talking about. Explain it."

Giuseau exhales furiously, opening her mouth with a troublesome look on her face.

"I have turned the lord of Agarta on the Ramaron border back to my hand. It is the harvest of wheat and summer vegetables that will soon be sown in winter. We're going to collect that annual contribution."

"What? Did you put him back to sleep? Didn't you hear that? But what is 10,000 troops for the collection of annual contributions..."

"The report came earlier, and I am now reporting to the General. Whatever, it's the seven houses that turned around, starting with Count Saracenia. That much troops will be needed to collect annual contributions from them. If so, may I give you a breakdown? Each of the seven houses receives 1000 annual contributions. And 3,000 soldiers to defend the main force."

"But there's also the problem with the barracks. This is with Chancellor Madrin..."

"No, we have already received forgiveness from Her Majesty the Crown Princess"

"What?"

Towards Giuseau, who answers with his chest outstretched, General Carries turns to a voice containing anger.

"Her Royal Highness was an extraordinary pleasure. Giuseau, the future Imperial Army has received a waste of words that you should lead, etc."

"Don't get on with it. You're a good commander of the defense, but you're not good at commanding the attackers. At least as a deputy..."

"Fine!

"Giseu!"

"May I? The harvest will begin soon enough. I must hurry. I'm ready, too, and now I'm going to apologize."

That's what he said. Giuseau left General Carries' room.

Three days later, Commander Giuseau left the Royal Capital in a spirit, given the position of "Commander-in-Chief of the Agarta Dispatching Army". Until just before his departure, he negotiated a barracks station with the Chancellor, Madrin, but he did not shake his head vertically as hard as he could. In the end, the only thing I could secure was two days worth of barracks.

It takes three days from the Imperial Capital to the border. A simple calculation would put us out with only less than a one-way barracks. So Giuseau, the day before his departure, offered the soldiers a day's worth of food to serve in the army.

Commander-in-Chief Giuseau goes out in a good mood while being escorted by the people of the Imperial Capital. Such was the way Prime Minister Madeleine and General Carries had dropped him off with an indescribable look.

"I'm sorry, General. I couldn't do more than that."

"No, fine. Instead, I thank the Chancellor for his run."

General Carries replies, shaking his head slowly.

"Her Royal Highness told me to get out the barracks that she was stockpiling in the palace, but that was the last fort. It's the last food the people will ever eat."

"Me too, I know that. But the Giuseau one, I didn't know you ordered soldiers to bring food... Looks like you're going to a parade."

"I hope it works..."

"Right. I only pray that my concern ends in concern."

"What is the General's concern?

"No, it's boring. Don't get worried when you get older."

General Carries spills a huffle and a laugh. But that grin seemed like a grin to Prime Minister Madrin that gave something up.