Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

The snow that was covering the land of Agarta finally began to unravel. The warm breeze tells of the long awaited spring visit. But here were those who could not afford to feel the visit. The Vieilles of the Christian nation of Crimeana.

Without waiting for the snow to melt, they began building villages inhabited only by the faithful. While utilizing the supplies brought in via the Duchy of Niza, they cut down the forest trees in the fight against the cold to make lumber, and processed it to begin creating the dwellings where they live. And in parallel, they also built walls around the village. Its speed exceeded the expectations of the Linos, and by the time of spring, 70% of it had been completed.

Up to this point, the Vieilles were as Crimeana thought. Although the number of migrants was about a third of what was planned, they were able to bring here selected and strong soldiers from the country and technicians who were reaching the realm of proficiency. In other words, it was a very efficient group of the most elite people in the Church. That's why the village's architecture was done on a small scale, there was enough food, and there was just enough reserves to live for another year. All we had to do was draw the people of Agarta to the Crimeana side, while expanding our forces with Zihuahua. If, moreover, Agarta, with a sense of crisis, were to come even in the attack, he was going to do everything in his power to return with the soldiers of the practice, to let the capital fall as it were, and finally to destroy the village of the beast man built near it.

But two unexpected things happened here. One was that there would be no increase in the number of Crimean followers in Agarta at all, and the other was a question of condensation.

Serious was condensation. Villages often developed condensation both outside their houses and inside. To prevent it, the Vieilles took various measures, but found no effective improvement measures. As a result, by the time we had spring, mold had grown in buildings everywhere and for that reason it was wrapped in an indescribable unpleasant odor. Some houses were growing mushrooms.

Naturally, there was mold growing in the beds that would be their beds, in the kinds of sheets laid on them, and even in clothing. It is an uncomfortable environment in which even ordinary people can flee immediately, but the faithful nevertheless continued to endure with their spiritual strength before they could.

And they were waking up with the people everywhere in Agarta. Credit from the people of the capital, among other things, was nil and gradually, but they were becoming abominable from the people of Agarta.

"... okay. Keep going, keep going."

Having heard the Bishop's report, Vieille was trying to behave as eagle as possible. But the tiredness emanating from her whole body and each and every one of those moves she was forced to behave were making a painful appearance around her by the time she was miserable.

"Dear Vieille..."

It was the bishop Kofresi who was speaking up.

"Rest a little. That said, this environment... But in a few days you'll also be able to have a new home. If you do, you can move to your house and rest."

Having heard the words, Vieille smiles back at Nicoli.

"The other faithful endure this environment just like I do. I can't be the only one who gets such special treatment. That's all you need."

Koflesi often leaned over, but eventually opened his mouth as he had decided to.

"Dear Vieille, let us leave this land. Why don't you ask us for a new place to live?

"What are you talking about!

Rarely does Vieille answer absurdly.

"How much effort do you think you've used to build this village so far! The building of the village is on schedule. But if you have to abandon the land because of the mold growing, even more, my Crimeana will be slandered by the people of Agarta. Besides, this place is Agarta's throat. Being here equals sticking a blade in King Agarta's throat, right? Leaving there, etc... This is also the ordeal that Master Crimeana gives. Only through this can we be the true Lord God's Me. Is your loyalty to Master Crimeana such a thin one, Mr. Cofflesi!

Kofresi is just frightened by Vieille's, usually unseen look of anger.

"I'm also... sorry. This cofflesi was shallow."

"You just have to know. Always, always, Master Crimeana will help us. In the spring, when it gets warmer, things change. Almost there. We still have things to do. We must build fields and grow crops. It leads this village to prosperity. It shows off our power. That way, the people of Agarta will always know the power of Master Crimeana's protection. This is where it stands. Good luck, Mr. Cofflesi."

Koflesi left the room behind, bowing his head many times. And then Cassel came into the room, trying to replace it.

"Sister..."

"Oh, Cassel. Now Mr. Kofresi..."

"I was listening outside. My sister... I think your sister is right. It's just..."

"Just wondering what, Cassel?

"After all, I just think this country is still under the influence of the Great Demon King. For once here, to the country, to the Holy See of the Pope..."

"Useless."

"Sister!

"Below King Agarta, the people of this country did not accept our Crimeanalism, the noble teachings of the Lord God. Heavenly punishment will always fall in this country. Reporting to His Holiness the Pope must tell us to destroy those who are enemies to us. We build paradise here. We must lead this village to prosperity. When the hammer descends upon the wicked, who are enemies to us, the people of this country realize their own stupidity. To do so, this village must be prosperous. When it was once again a hellish picturesque sight in the Agarta Nation, there was only one prosperous and peaceful paradise. We have to be. Cassel, help me, too. Oh, yeah. Let us now go around preaching this to the people of Agarta. Now in time..."

When Vieille said so, she quickly prepared to go out and leave the room behind. Cassel couldn't say anything about the appearance, but had to drop it off.

Vieille, along with several bishops, headed to the capital of Agarta, and began preaching. How great is Master Crimeana? Meanwhile, he made this country listen by speaking with a genuine expression of the terrible future it awaits. And he spoke enthusiastically that the only thing that could save it was the blessing of Lady Crimeana, and finally, he made her hear, with a gentle eye, that the village of Crimeana was the place of that salvation.

I could score full score myself, I was able to make a meeting. Vieille had absolute confidence in her own preaching. Today, she has preached in various lands so far, but has won numerous believers in every region with her divine atmosphere and her overwhelming ability to present. She was good enough to get a full score. But the reaction of the Agarta people gathered around her was chilling.

"When will the evil come?

"It's a near future, a near future!

"Well, Master Linos will be here, so you'll be fine"

"No! King Agarta is so powerful and evil that he can't beat you! Yes, back in the day..."

"If you're that king and you can't fathom him, you're going to have to die wherever you run? Well, it's okay. That king would do something about it. Except if you're not in the capital, but I was shopping at the market yesterday. Well, you'll be fine. By the way, what kind of outfit does Master Linos have for someone he can't fathom?

"That's evil... Evil... evil..."

"Lady, don't make fun of the grownups too much."

Wherever such conversations went, they were just repeated. Furthermore, some people in the capital saw such Vieilles and plugged in food, drinks, etc., but they continued to do their usual response to such people.

"I didn't know you'd give me water on this cold day... This is also thanks to Master Crimeana. I thank the Lord God."

Naturally, the person who applied them walked away from them with an indescribable look on his face.

Even on this day, without any fruit at all, the sun came down. The Vieilles had no choice but to go home. At that time, one man was seen walking with a stone that looked heavy. The Vieilles approached the man and held the stone together. But the man's reaction was unexpected.

"Oi, don't touch it! Don't touch me!

"No, I'll help. It's heavy, isn't it? I'll help. Don't worry."

"I know you're telling me not to touch it! Ahhh!"

Not surprisingly, the man tried to throw the stone out and put it on the ground.

"You idiot! It's easier to carry it alone. The center of gravity breaks when you have it! Don't interrupt my work! This way, we have to get him to the parent's scene by sundown! Get out of my way!

Saying so, the man lifted the stone again and walked out again.

On his way back to the village, one of the bishops opened his mouth to whine.

"I heard King Agarta is good at connecting... What if we are putting a line in the capital that rejects Crimeanalism..."

"Perhaps so. I'm sure... you are."

Without strength Vieille groans. They were no longer even losing the energy to determine that this conversation was absurd. Besides, the story was, in a way, half hit, but naturally, there's no reason to know about it. In the meantime, Vieille excites her heart that is about to break, shaking her head in small pieces. You shouldn't. I shouldn't be weak. [M] And I vowed strongly to King Agarta that I would give him back to the people of this country...