Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Despite still late autumn, the Agarta capital this year was covered in snow as early as possible, with winter coming at an unusual early age. Nevertheless, the capital overflowed with the vibrant voices of snowmen, and the sight of trembling in its out-of-season cold was devoid of fine dust. And since shortly after the beginning of the year, with the further enthusiasm of the people, he had shown a great deal of excitement. That was supposed to happen, and there was a big annual event in the capital.

Typically, on the fifth day of the year in the capital of Agarta, the nobles come to greet the New Year. This is the juka-era familiarity that persists, but for some time after Linos became king, the nobles who disobeyed him sometimes boycotted the greeting. But in the past few years it had also disappeared, and the nobles had begun to show an attitude of obedience towards the ostensible king. Before and after that, something like a property exhibition by them was about to be held in the capital at this time of year.

That started a few years ago with a word that Linos casually leaked.

When the nobles visited Linos, they were bound to bring their own specialities as a tribute. Initially, he had ordered that it was not necessary, but the nobles were also brilliant, and none of them stopped it. Every year, many of the large quantities of specialities gathered with Linos were surprisingly not distributed in the capital of Agarta.

"If you open something like a property exhibition and sell it, it's going to make a lot of money."

Linos, who happened to see the coat of fur paid by Count Saracenia, leaked such a word without expecting the brilliance of its performance. The Earl, inspired by the words, brought a large quantity of fur from the following year and sold them to the people of the capital using a corner of the hotel grounds with the permission of Linos, whose reputation ran throughout the capital. It was an opportunity for the Count to gather a large number of orders from the people of the capital, and he was able to benefit greatly.

With the Agarta nobility who watched this, I have also applied to Linos for permission to open the square in front of the major gates only for the duration of the New Year, where the nobles gather, and allowed the property exhibition to take place. Naturally there was a line of linos stretched out there, and no matter how cold the day, the temperature in it had been granted the effect of becoming constant. Because of this, the period during which the property exhibition was being held presented a huge boom for the people of the capital not to push.

Such a property exhibition, but there was a man in the corner of that venue this year who was just sketching. Needless to say, he is the king of the main tier of the Fradime country. He was painting sketches of visitors there beside selling paintings he had drawn since coming to Agarta.

Stunts that originally liked to paint and even finishing their sketches in minutes of things with their exceptional brush judgment caught the attention of visitors. Moreover, the king's guest correspondence, which was gentle in character, was very meticulous, and his shop was flourishing by chance. It was a situation where a guest brought a guest, and at the same time, a beautiful person was more beautiful, and his paintings were particularly highly appreciated by women in order to paint quite a few who did not, and it seemed that he could now have a long line of snakes.

"Uh-huh, nice! Beautiful! Wonderful!

"I don't know. I'm a little out of my teeth..."

"Wouldn't that be nice! That's your beauty! Wonderful! That smile, like!

Using such praise, he runs a paintbrush with pleasure. Next door, the Pattersons were selling the King's paintings. They had put a pretty strong price on the painting, with the name "Echigoya" in it, but they couldn't sell the piece cheaply, no matter what kind of acclaim they got for it being a painting drawn by the king himself. But despite that, the king's painting gradually sold out, leaving only a few more copies on the last day, momentum to sell out. His paintings are not looked at by the general public, but for some reason the one-of-a-kind stopped and often went on to buy that painting instantly, which is never cheap.

"Excuse me."

Even this day, before the Pattersons, who do the store number, a young man appeared. No matter how you look at it, you're still a student-style man with a face that remains young. With his clear eyes, the man opened his mouth looking straight at the painting beside Patterson.

"I'd like you to sell this painting called 'Stop...'"

"I'm in awe. It's just... the price is 8000G..."

Patterson opens his mouth with a strange look. Seeing that face, the man turned a blind eye for a moment, but turned his gaze to Patterson again and opened his mouth with an expression as if he were determined to do something.

"I work for the Agarta Medical Institute, my name is Takeichi. Right now, I only have 1000G of money in hand. I'm so sorry, can't the rest of the money be in the form of monthly payments? One thousand grams a month, you can bring it."

Patterson has a bewildered look on his face that he did not take into account, for example, the loan payment. In the meantime, a slight voice came into their ears.

"I don't mind."

The Lord of the Voice is his author, King Maintia. He gives the painted painting to the guest and slowly rises up, approaching the side of Takeichi, he takes the painting he is decorating and hands it to him unconstitutionally.

"What? No... the painting is after I've paid for it..."

"Fine. You want to see it, don't you?

"Yes...... I want to see"

"Then you should take it home and see. You can bring the money when you can."

"Oh, thank you!

Takeichi bows over and over with a surprised look on his face. The king looked at the situation satisfactorily and nodded again and again.

"That's generous, Mainty...... no, Echigoya"

Linos speaks to the crowd wave in the venue, which many people are wasting. He opens his mouth as he moves his brush busily looking at the woman sitting in front of him.

"If you liked my painting, that's fine. Wouldn't it be nice to take the time to get a painting?"

"Is that what it is? I came here to see how much your paintings sell...... you seem to sell a lot. But you didn't take the money like you did earlier, there's no such thing, is there?

"It's okay. That's because the Pattersons are doing it hard. Besides, the sketching I started with playtime is more popular than I thought. Selling is more than I expected. Probably the majority of the money I owe you."

"Seriously."

Honestly, I really didn't expect this idiot lord to make as much money as he could give back. No one has come to this store to buy paintings since earlier. Perhaps Koitz's paintings are horribly uke only to a very few maniacs. With that in mind, I could see a painting hanging in the back of the store that had been turned upside down.

"Is that it? What's that painting you're flipping?

"Oh, that one? No, I think I can sell it, but Patterson says no."

The king paints his head in illumination. Me and May approach the painting that is being turned upside down, casually look at it, and inadvertently stop.

"Is this... a painting?

When I saw it, there was a beautiful painting of a naked woman, as real as if to see a photograph. I stare at it seriously so that May can see if it's really a painting, too.

"Yeah. Definitely the painting the king painted. But it can't be sold"

"Why? This is all a brilliant painting. Wouldn't it sell right away?

"You shouldn't. The model of the painting is… Nolane."

"What!? Nolane?

We couldn't hide our surprises because they were portrayed as if they were someone else, not the usual familiar face. King Maintier has spoken to us in his usual, slight tone.

"Nolane's always with me. This is how it's gonna end."

"Are you sure, Nolane?

"Whatever you say, no matter where you look from, it's Nolane."

The king is speaking in his true face. Apparently, Nolane really looks like an extinct beauty in his eyes. Seriously, don't you have bad eyes?

"The king will sell this painting. But Nolane is now the king's sideroom. I can't let the public see the Queen's skin. That's why I stopped you."

Patterson talks to me with a troubled face.

"Well, that's right. Speaking of which, I don't see Nolane."

"Oh. Nolane, here we go."

The king stroked his own belly in the light.

"Huh? Are you serious!? Aren't you still in Agarta for about three months?

Patterson opens his mouth to me in surprise.

"The... The king makes Nolane fierce every night..."

"What is it, Patterson? You even know that?

"It is...... I hear voices all night long…"

"Ahhhh! You were listening! This is it."

Listening to such an idiotic subordinate, I compared the painting alternately with King Maintier and opened my mouth with a sigh.

"But you're not. I guess this quality would sell it high. Nice painting."

"No! That's not true! You'll never sell this!

"Ugh, hahahahahaha"

Suddenly I hear May laugh. Unexpectedly we turned our attention to her.

"May, what's going on?

"Is this a painting? Yep... what... Isn't that a good painting? No, he said... Funny. Ahahahahahahahahaha."

May smiles so cute and laughs Kerakera. That naive smile healed my heart just a little bit for some reason.

... I was sleeping with Sidi that night.

Her way of sleeping is a little different. Make sure you put your face on my palm and sleep. There seems to be an implicit understanding that my arm pillow... is reserved for Rico because of her small body or because she has difficulty sleeping with regular pillows, and she did not seek it hard. So, after all the experiments, I found out that my palm was the best fit for her.

Even that night, I was sleeping with my left palm, wrapping Sidi's face around and holding her back even more with my right hand.

It was a quiet night. But the silence was suddenly broken. What a Sidi it was to break it.

She suddenly gets up on the bed. I woke up with different signs, too.

"What's up, Sidi?

……

"Sidi?"

She doesn't make it faint as she stares into the darkness. Something happened, and the moment I woke up too, she whined in a small voice.

"This mansion will shake. Soon... Soon... Five, four, three, two, one"

Doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle.

The mansion rocks slowly and loudly as the ground rings.

"It's okay. It will fit soon. Three, two, one."

... the previous shake had restored the usual silence around it as if it hadn't.

"Sidi......"

"... will rock again tomorrow morning at 5: 40: 21. But it's small. And then... And then... Shh! My head...... Dear Linos...... What happened to me...... I'm scared..."

She slowly nodded her face to my chest. I accidentally hug Sidi. Her body was slightly sweaty.