Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

From the port of the Imperial capital of Ramaron, a week's journey east by boat. On an isolated island in the sea, the country is there.

The island is quite large and has a huge city with a population of about 10 million. The island is surrounded by cliffs and is equipped with high walls in a form along it. The city is separated by various compartments, in which the food of the people is produced, and in which the love of the people is nurtured. Almost all the people of this country share one doctrine deeply, and as such the national interconnections are extremely strong. In other words, the city is like a sanctuary where only those selected from all over the world are allowed to live.

The name of the country is called the Crimean Nation.

Thousands of years ago, when people were ravaged by demons and threatened with annihilation, it was a country founded by Aphrodite Crimeana, a goddess who used unmatched healing magic to save people and finally put an end to the fight against demons.

Crimeana spared no effort in communicating the knowledge and skills acquired by herself to people, contributing to the development of the human race. The best in her abilities was her "protection" skills, which allowed her to remove the "curse" up to LV3. She is therefore recognized as a goddess who prevented the demonization of the human race. And it is assumed that at the time of the imminent death he became God and ascended straight to heaven. For this reason, in this country, we continue to be a nation that adores Crimeana as God and inherits her will to honor academia and research.

This country, on the other hand, was interested in the so-called Crimeana religion, based on the teachings of Crimeana as its doctrine. Her teachings, which were saviors from demons, were immediately accepted by the people and now have their followers in countries all over the world. Moreover, because the Head of State is a devout believer, many countries have made this religion their national religion, and now the Hidata Empire as well as the Ramaron Empire have made this their national religion, which, to put it another way, had grown into the world's largest religious organization, both in name and in name.

The teachings of Crimeana are: "Let those who favour us help and eliminate that which harms". Naturally, we refer to the human race, but thousands of years after this doctrine was born, today this "we" tends to be interpreted as "Crimeanalism".

It is the Pope, Juvánser Sein, who leads this Patriarchate. His head is already bald and his beard on his mouth is white, but his skin tone is good and he looks healthy himself. But he's over eighty years old, and yet, he maintains a plenty of fat grandeur. For this reason, many people see him as a mid-fifties at first glance.

There is always a gentle smile, polite and merciful towards any person in any capacity, and none of them have seen him absurd or angry. But at the same time he is the Pope of Crimeanalism, as well as the Head of State of the Crimeana State. The information we obtain through churches built everywhere, with nations and their citizens in the world as followers, is more accurate and reliable than any other nation. This country was also the best intelligence nation in the world.

Pope JuvAnsel holds the information of the people, the nation, and the world in one hand. In its bodhisattvas-like soft grin is embedded a pitiful and clear brain when it comes to electronic computers.

On this day, when the May sun lit up and became a little sweaty and cheerful, in Aphrodite, the capital of the Christian nation of Crimeana, Zimok was taking place, below the Pope, in the Pope's Palace, where the glorious feast, in which all cardinals were seated, was the official residence.

Being allowed to live in Aphrodite is one who has been recognised for a great deal of merit, and anything less than that will go to all parts of the world. Some preach, some heal, teach and teach their inhabitants, and some take on the role of punishing those who defy the doctrine of the Gospel. It is determined by the quadrennial Zimok, the so-called personnel assessment, and by those who live in Aphrodite and those who leave.

This day was the so-called farewell party of those who left Aphrodite. There are no negative feelings there, like grief or defeat. They were once greeted by the Holy Land Aphrodite. Even if scattered around the world, it is seen in the eyes of envy from church officials.

Meanwhile, he was also seen there with boys and girls who were neither old nor going. They are the living ones in this Aphrodite, the first to leave this capital. They are the children of the so-called privileged class and, unless there is much left to do, they will be recalled to the capital at the next Zimok. And also travel to the world in the next jimork. The majority of them are followers of fanatical Crimeanalism, who, while travelling back and forth between the capital and the rest of the world, take in, among other things, the state and the nobles.

The party ends in moderation, with the Pope offering his blessing words and prayers towards the participants. That, in the gracious and warm Pope's prayer everyone has a tranced look, only two of them, those who reveal no emotions whatsoever, pierce the faceless. Even though the two were in the midst of the Pope's prayers, they were exchanging words in a whisper.

"Ku... if it were true, I would have received this blessing too..."

It is Cassel, an eight-year-old boy, who says so and puts his lips on. He becomes the grandson of Demetel, the pope's sister. From a young age, he has shown his rare talents and left the name of a prodigy wanting. The girl next door speaks in a gentle tone so that she can forgive him like that.

"Don't say that, no. I'm sure Master Crimeana will guide you. This time, we are guided by Master Crimeana."

It is Vieille, the Pope's grandson, who poses as a prayer to God by saying so. At the age of fourteen this year, she is a talented woman of a dedicated reputation when she is the most colorful heir to the blood of her grandfather's pope. Always with a merciful look and soft in the waist, but always with a sharp and pitiful brain behind its eyes, it is also said that its analytical power is like a razor.

Initially, these two were to be sent to the Ramaron Empire in Zimok this year. Vieille was to go as the wife of the emperor's clan, the Duke of Kaenig, and Cassel was to go as the emperor's adopted son, but suddenly the Zimok was postponed about a month ago. We were both happy to remain in this capital, but after all, it was an honest desire to go to our places as soon as possible, to teach one or more people to Master Crimeana and to lead them to Heaven's Way.

Guess how that feels, the two were called to the Pope as prayer ended and everyone withdrew.

"Vieille and Cassel are sorry to hear about this, aren't they?

Cassel, poked at the star, is just lip-slapping. Vieille, on the other hand, returns the words without breaking his merciful expression.

"Yes. To be honest, I was sorry at first. But I think this is Master Crimeana's guide. I'm sure Master Crimeana will show you where you can further enhance me."

The Pope nods satisfactorily.

"Vieille is right. Master Kanich, whom you were planning to go to, died the other day in an accidental accident. It's sad. I'm also not sorry that you just had a passionate heart of faith in Master Crimeana more than anyone else. His Majesty, the emperor of the Ramaron kingdom, who was shocked by it, is now lying on the hospital bed. I can't help it, because I lost your mother, and now, again, the most trusted Duke, so I can't help but guess. In other words, the Empire is currently mourning. Therefore, it is also possible for Cassel to go. Understand."

The Pope looks at the two in praise of a soft grin. They knelt quietly and drowned.

"The two of you are not going to wait until the next Jimoke. If you have a suitable place to stay, you will go as a special case."

When they hear the words, they look up unexpectedly.

"Yeah, yeah. It's okay. Isn't it the first time in... fifty years that a special provision has been issued? That's all you guys are trying to do. This will also guide Master Crimeana."

The two have tears in their eyes. Jimoke, which is put out in special provisions, has the same meaning as the papal candidate, so to speak. This, in other words, is a manifestation of the Pope's expectations of these two, and the two who felt it just had to quake at the emotion.

One bishop approaches the Pope after the venue and bows his head with respect.

"I'm sincerely afraid. Today, a request has been submitted by Lady Imani to hold an extraordinary meeting of the Cardinals"

"Hmm. An extraordinary Council of Cardinals is... What exactly is the reason?"

"Yes, it is a difficult disease that has afflicted mankind, the discovery of the special effects of Christrei, Geisha and Lulovance, which we request to announce to the Cardinals, including under the Holy See of the Pope"

The Pope nods loudly.

"There will be no mistake if Imani says so. Fine. Allow meetings to be held. If possible, you should ask a lot of people. We're not the only ones who can monopolize this kind of discovery."

"I'm in awe"

That being said, the bishop humbly stepped back on the spot. The Pope drops him off with a gentle grin. And I slowly walked out toward my room.

I didn't know this announcement was going to wreak havoc on the whole world.

Spring was about to end.