Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

The Imperial capital of the Ramaron Empire had not stopped raining for a few days, and the weather remained sloppy. The harsh atmosphere dominated a room in the palace, with its depressing weather intact.

There are four human beings in that room, two of whom are drooling. And it is Ramaron Crowe Raisis, the Empress of Ramaron Country, who is throwing those two eyes as if to see something dirty. And it is Ramaron Crowe Frence, emperor of the Ramaron kingdom, who is throwing a worrying gaze at his mother.

Raise your face.

The Empress throws a cold voice at the two men, not making them feel any emotions. Take it, men, slowly look up. It is Madrin, Prime Minister of the State of Ramaron, and General Carries, Commander-in-Chief of the Army.

"General, you're going to breathe, aren't you?

Empress's, emotionless face and voice. But so, the boiling anger that swirls in her belly, they know to take it in their hands. In such an atmosphere, the Chancellor, Madeleine, moves forward one step as she daunts her fat body.

"Unfortunately, for this summer's harvest, we are in despair. In addition, even with the fall harvest, only roughly the same amount of harvest is expected as last year. As I am truly afraid, I ask that the people be blessed with the food that we have stockpiled in the palace."

"Prime Minister... can't that be helped?

The emperor asks with a crease between his eyebrows. Madlyn bends her body so that she is even more awed.

"Sincerely fearful. I don't know about all this..."

The emperor closes his eyes and looks up to heaven. Nobody moves, as if time had stopped. A lot of silence comes, but it was still the voice of the Empress who broke it.

"General, do you have anything to say?

General Carries answers, with a kyotonic look on his face.

"Am I? Unfortunately, I have a political story..."

"The prime minister wants to give the people the food he has stockpiled in the palace because of the lack of food. Do you have anything to say when you hear this?"

"Weather, weather is nowhere near our power. This place is revealed in our Lord God..."

"Stop!

The Empress's drink echoes through the room. For a moment, time stops.

"Speaking of the original, isn't it caused by the fact that the army we sent to Agarta didn't bring back food! If only that had worked, this shouldn't have happened! General, don't you feel responsible as Commander-in-Chief!

General Carries exhales fuzzily and again sets his posture right and breaks his hips.

"I'm afraid it's not stingy to take responsibility for your position, but I can't be held responsible for operations that have been put in place without my knowledge"

"What the hell... do you know what you're talking about!

"Whatever the operation, if defeated, the operation will be marked in failure and history. And whoever set up the operation, it will be in the demise and history of His Majesty the Emperor. Sincerely, Your Highness, I am truly sorry for the failure of Giuseau's operation. As for Giseu, this, me and the Chancellor were executed in an unknown place and executed. Let Giuseau also be responsible for the failure of the operation. He was executed to atone for his sins, but still, the stain of His Majesty's failure cannot be dispelled."

General Carries was angry. He was just a man who wouldn't put it on the table, but I could see his anger on every end of the word. The Empress was listening with her eyes open, but eventually returned to her usual expression and uttered her words quietly.

"So what can we do to get rid of His Majesty's stains? General?"

"I am foolish to think that we will achieve more than that."

The Empress nods satisfactorily.

"Okay, General. And how do you do that?

General Carries replies with his face up and a straight look at the Empress.

"First, we will restructure the army. After that, I will lead my own army to Agarta."

The Empress looks greatly surprised.

"The general himself is going to Agarta, is that it?

"Yes, Agarta has 2000 Imperial Ramaron Army soldiers captured. I will go as a negotiation to free it. So I saw King Agarta and stabbed him on the spot."

"General, it's..."

Prime Minister Madrin pinches his mouth. But pushed by the temper of General Carries, Madeleine is also out of her mind.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"

The Crown Princess's laughter echoes. And she goes back to her usual look.

"So?"

"After stabbing you with King Agarta, the Imperial Army will enter Agarta at once and occupy you quickly. Then we received Agarta's food..."

"Enough!

Once again, the Empress's drink echoes into the room.

"Such absurdity, who shall take it? What are you going to do with those captured by Agarta in the first place, just in case it works? You're not taking me back to the Empire, are you? Once you acknowledge the return of those who came down to the enemy gates? That is the shame of the Empire, it is imperative that it be the stain of His Majesty's reign. Even within the Empire there is just a shortage of food. If the captives return, that's all they need food for, right? I can't admit such a story."

That's right, Prime Minister Madryn takes a step forward.

"With your words, Your Majesty, why should we fail to welcome the captured? Ning Lo, I know that as an emperor of virtue, you will be honored for eternity in the future."

The Empress stares at Madlyn's face.

"If the Chancellor says so much, you can do it yourself. But isn't it a little impossible to carry out that operation while restructuring the army? General, aren't you sure you want to do all you can to restructure the army?

"But, Mother, if you do that, you will neglect the command of all our Imperial Army."

That's right, the emperor pinches his mouth. The Empress grins satisfactorily and nods.

"That's right, Your Majesty. Well done. You noticed there. Then all you have to do is put in command of the entire army."

"Mother, who is the commander who heads the entire army?

"Rest assured, Your Grace. We have the right people."

The Empress slaps her hand with a pom pom. Then the back door opens and a young man in a bright military uniform enters the room.

"I got over it by summons. It's Kanich Lafente."

The brilliant young man, named Kanich, kneels on one knee and drips his neck with humility. The Empress sends a satisfying glance to the young man. The emperor spilled a laugh,

"Oh! The Duke of Kanich! Will the Lord, commander of the Royal Metropolitan Defense Forces, take charge of the army? Then I'll feel safe."

The Empress nods to Eagle Deep.

"The Duke of Kanich is the one who has my niece to his mother. Say, it hits my sister's grandson. This, sincerely fearful, has the same blood flowing on His Majesty and the Duke. The Duke will surely take His Majesty's heart and do what He pleases."

"That's your mother. Duke of Könich, I assume command of the Imperial Ramaron. Regards from now on!

"I'm in awe"

The Duke of Kanich respectfully greets you.

"Sometimes, Duke, did you hear what General Carries said earlier?

In reply to the Question of the Empress, the Duke answers with perseverance.

"Yes. I know how brilliant the Commander-in-Chief's operation is. On top of this, I know it would be nice to focus on restructuring the army, as the Crown Princess ordered."

But the Empress shakes her head slowly.

"No, no, I'm a guide when it comes to the military. You should make your decision."

The Duke grins.

"I'm in awe. At my discretion, then, General Carriers will ask you to focus on the reorganization of the army. Just now, you haven't decided to succeed former Commander Giseu's troops. May I first of all ask General Carries to assume responsibility for the restructuring of the troops of former Commander Giseu? I think it would be nice if they would then decide on the general's operation. How about that?

General Carries, turned to the Duke, glances at him and answers without any emotion.

"Oh, fine. Let me do that."

The Duke of Kanich laughed niggardly,

"Me too, let's think of a way to rock Agarta. It is not my intention to starve the people. I have one thought. Let's work together and do it!

"Hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho Again, this is what the Ramaron army has to do. Now the Imperial Army can be one rock. Your Majesty, if this is the case, may I give the people the food of the palace?

"Oh, right, Mother. Prime Minister Madrin, allow us to serve the food we have stockpiled in the palace"

"... thank you, I know."

Madlyn lowers her head slowly.

"What a merciful emperor you are. This good governance of His Majesty will be perpetuated in the future. Ho ho ho ho ho."

"You're right. Your Royal Highness."

The Empress, the Emperor, and the Duke each have a full grin. Next to it, Chancellor Madrin and General Carries continued to drool their necks with no expression.

The rain outside was gaining momentum and the rain grains were pounding the roof of the palace hard.