Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

In the morning, when the harshness of the remaining heat was still present, 50 horseback riders were slowly leaving Castle Alisne in the capital of the Fradime country, in Orbisse. There it was announced that it was accompanied by two carriages and, ostensibly, an escort to send national researchers to participate in the societies to be held in the Agarta State.

But the fruit of it was that the carriage was ridden by the king's king Maintia and his father, King Ribbon the Great. It is a matter of the two kings of the country becoming absent, but King Ogami was prepared, with great care, to ensure that his affairs did not lag even during his absence.

Firstly, we had prepared shadow fighters for King Ogami himself, and we had decided to leave it to Ausai, the Chancellor, who has full confidence in his affairs. Only very few people were aware of this circumstance, nor did they forget to ensure that the information was not leaked. By the way, as for my son King Maintier, his absence, because he did not normally look at national politics, did not pose a problem at all.

The two carriages protected by the horseman soldiers solemnly go down the street. Initially, King Ogami was going to poke his son King Maintier in the carriage with his knees and say plenty of novels. But the king perceived the signs, or used pseudosis from before departure, and resisted leaving the castle until the end. I had no choice but to divide the carriage from King Ogami and keep the two from seeing each other as much as possible, so that I could finally shake his head vertically.

The two kings of Ogami and Maintia, even on the move, acted the opposite way.

King Ogami was a terribly serious man whose character was extremely strict. He had looked closely on the road to Agarta and had a detailed schedule. And in carriages travelling through the country, he made an effort to crumble and observe the scenery visible through its windows and grasp the situation in the country. The fertility of the crops, as well as the way the people could see through the windows, the quotes even made an effort to listen to them until their conversation. And furthermore, when traveling by boat, I thought of reading on board, like a famous man.

To that end, he had had two main boxes made and fifteen political books packed in that box to carry. Every book was thick and weighed about 40 kg, and I had let my servants carry it and move it, but the servants carrying it, they struggled.

On board, he analyzed the domestic situation he saw, and in between, he read the book he carried when he wanted to. Shaking on board is nothing like that. He enjoyed reading without causing any worried seasickness. By the time we arrived in Agarta thanks to this, we had been able to do considerable reading and greatly satisfy the overflowing intellectual curiosity.

Moreover, even as he arrived in Galby, in the Agarta country, and on the road from there to the capital, he continued to observe the country through the windows of his carriage, looking for anything to help him develop his country, or keeping his eyes like plates.

Meanwhile, his son King Maintia, while neglecting his father king, enjoyed himself on the road to Agarta at my pace.

In the carriage, he enjoyed the scenic view to move on and painted a picture of it if he wanted to. Thanks to this, it was the beginning and end of being able to make a picture diary until we arrived in the capital of Agarta. Contact with the Father King was avoided as much as possible, both in the journey by boat and in the care of the servants, and steps were taken to prevent each other from seeing each other when boarding or disembarking.

There were some such considerations, and the journey itself was relatively relaxing, without major problems, but only one, which tormented him. It's a woman.

Neither was he able to travel with a woman in Castle Alisne, who was with numerous women by day and night, just as the eyes of the Father King were shining. The two days he was travelling in a carriage, barely tolerated but where he became travelling by boat, he could no longer tolerate empty spaces without a woman.

Happy or unhappy, he had no homosexual taste at all. His father hated homosexuality as much as a snake scorpion, and he was thoroughly oppressed and influenced, but anyway, he was a man who loved only women.

'... all you hear is the sound of rough waves. There are no beautiful women beside her all the time. I can't sleep because I miss sleeping alone. Instead... the light of the moon came into my bed. Tonight, let's go to bed with the moon.'

He had no choice but to write such a poem in his picture diary to comfort his boredom.

Entering the Agarta Country, on the road to the capital, a line was to take a break. A small pause in a small village with sprawling countryside. As usual, the Father King showed his seriousness and rigour and continued to take even some note while the heat was still there. In the midst of the flames, the servants are holding back beside the Father King in a great sweat. King Maintier was not comfortable seeing such a stubborn and painful look on his breath. He took the few offerings, and when he lowered his back in the shade, he enjoyed the view of the countryside spreading before him.

Moving his eyes, he saw the women picking weeds from the fields nearby. To be the work in this heat, the women were barefoot and dressed slightly like their breasts. King Maintier's gaze is concentrated on their chest.

"The women are flocking to pick weed. But the women's breasts are steaming in this heat, and the balls of sweat are glowing. I feel sorry for you."

When he whined about it, he took out the paper and paintbrush and photographed the scene.

On the day of the arrival of this father and son, Oyako, in the capital of Agarta, the hotel hosted a party welcoming the participants in advance of the presentation of the study. Here again, the difference between the Father King and the present King was clearly expressed.

King Ogami, who believes eating guts at these parties is an ill-disciplined thing, had prepared a meal in advance to fill his belly somewhat before the party began. King Ogami, who wanted to eat coarse food, preferred to eat vegetables and fish slowly and in small quantities, and did not like the dishes that exhausted the luxury of being behaved in these gorgeous places. He therefore enjoyed his conversation with the participating scholars as he moistened his throat with a small amount of drinks, listening to them.

In contrast, the current king flattened the dish from next to next and struck his tongue at its flavor, looking unrelentingly across the venue. In identifying the samurai who were serving the meal, whether they were humans, beasts or siliuses, they spoke effortlessly and enjoyed the conversation with them.

Agarta's diet seemed to suit his taste, and he stuffed the dish into its stomach to its limits, as obvious as anyone could see. Still not enough to eat, he vomited once and tried to flatten the dish again, but just this King Ogami waited for him.

Linos watched from the peephole, made in the room next to the venue.

Rico's advice that when he showed up during the party, the people who took part would not care to get their hands on the dishes was that he was the step to appear at the end of the party. There's still time until the end of the party, and nothing. Now, Linos doesn't have to stand by, but it was Linos and Pallis who thought about the menu for the day. Because some of the dishes and sweets I saw for the first time this day, I was concerned about the reaction as a Linos. Apparently well received by the participants, he was stroking his chest down, but at that time a rare sight entered his eyes.

A man who is white and looks quite a beautiful man is trying to eat shoe cream, albeit inexplicably. Next to it, an old man, small and with a stern face on his face, grabs his hand and tries to make it stop. An old man staring at a man in a tremendous shape, a man turning his face away with a sincerely disgusting look. At first glance, he looks like some young husband and his bodyguard, but Linos had assumed that it was King Ribbon of the Kingdom of Fladime and King Maintia of his son, who had sent a letter.

"You're a ketty father and son," Oyako "... Something smells like trouble again... I hope it's because of you."

Whimpering about that, Linos was going to start getting ready to appear at the party.