Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Fladime Roscano Cabaret, the man who made King Ribbon his real brother and placed his full trust in him. These two brothers built up the current luxury of the Fradime nation, whilst making up for the missing parts of each other, both in character and in preference as though they were the opposite.

This young age of brothers was a series of ordeals. Born as the eldest and second son of the Father King, these two were raised under the same roof, sometimes in the same belly. From an early age, against his scholarly and serious brother, his brother was an artistic boy who loved glamorous things.

Those two people, from shortly after the death of their father king, their lives change.

Originally, it was the elder son, Ribbon, who would take the throne, but it was their brother, the third son, who consequently inherited the throne. Their mother was a side chamber and, moreover, under-identified. In contrast, the mother of the three sons was the king's chamber, naturally of noble origin. Moreover, it was sometimes the faithful of the devout Crimean religion that the three men, with the full support of their parents and the Patriarchate, were to reign as kings. The newly reigning king was only three years old, and his proximity neglected his brothers, and drove them into the secluded part of the Fradime kingdom. It was when Ribbon was 14 and Cabaret was 12.

The land where they were driven was miserable. Few crops could be harvested on lean land, and even many demons were touching folds to raze the land. Not only that, but also the spread of infectious diseases, a situation in which we can no longer even find hope of living in the people who live there.

Under such circumstances, Ribbon, with his prior diligence and patience, desperately found crops suitable for the land, including a geological survey of the land. At the same time, against the encroaching demons, my brother, of course, borrowed the hands of the land and vagrant adventurers and knights, and he himself took the lead in the battle, spreading his dominion a little bit.

Cabaret, on the other hand, made use of his prior artistic sense to write pictures, sing songs and play music to continue to comfort the people. Among them, the sense of kick-ass handed down to this country, inherited from the Father King, was out of group, and his cursive judgment even impressed him with what he sees.

10 years of fighting the infected and afflicted infectious diseases of poor lands and demons, as well as Reborn himself. My brother King left the world at only 13 years old on the arrow tip, when calm finally began to be seen in the realm. Naturally, the King, who was still young, has no succession. Though there were many excessive twists and turns, Liborn, his brother, was to be named his successor in a manner that allowed him to manage his territory in remote areas.

But even with Ribbon in office, the brotherhood was at stake. The proximity of the former king still and the territorial management in the midst of the strong influence of the Christian state of Crimeana made the difficulties extremely difficult. And a servant sees it as an opportunity to rebel...... The fate of the brothers seemed to have been exhausted at the earliest.

But it was the cabaret that survived this national disaster. Unlike his little brother, he was born large and by the time he was adult he was over 180 cm tall. He used this privileged body to storm around on the battlefield.

Seeing the cabaret even at normal times, all those who remember in their arms felt intimidated enough to hide in an alley and flee home, not to be blown into a quarrel. When he is in battle like that, swinging his spear and storming abruptly, they all run away in fear of him. That's why he got so many necks and came back good at it. With these activities of his, the Fradime country was able to see a flat peace.

King Ribbon then went on to build his own ideological system, based on his prior knowledge and upbringing, and on his previous experience, to politicize with his ideas and try to dye the whole country with his ideas. It resembled the idea of the so-called Confucianism, which preached compassion for people, and what people should do, not to the detriment. In time, he preached on how to move them into action and elaborated specific customs and etiquette. And he encouraged academics and repeatedly preached that he was honest.

This too strict idea, including servants, was something that stuffs my breath. It was the cabaret that was successfully neutralizing it. He used his position of brother Wang to hold a meeting to comfort the people of the country by touching the fold. In the battlefield he was ravaged by the gods, but he was born virtuous, and he was thick in righteousness and liked by men. For that reason, he had the role of weighing in as a king's sidekick and, more often than not, of restraining his brother, who tended to run to dictatorship. A brainy, decisive brother and a virtuous and pure brother. The combination of these two leads the Fradime nation to extremes its luxury since its founding.

But those relationships, at one point, suddenly end.

At one point, heavy flooding occurred as a result of the long rains that occurred, and as a result the crops in the territory were devastated. The territory will be a starving hell, and if food is not distributed, many of the inhabitants will starve to death. But there was someone who waited for it. Close to the former king.

"What does it mean to distribute food to the inhabitants even though our royals and nobles are starving! The inhabitants are like cowhorses. You can even feed them with weeds and roots of trees!

They flatly said so. But if left alone, the inhabitants would die, and it was obvious that the country would die. To this end, King Ribbon made his decision.

- I kill servants who don't listen.

He acted fast. He who tormented his people with greed, or who lived an abject life, or who went out of his depression to play… To find such, he used secret detectives to monitor his servants, and called them one after the other to Castle Alisne to examine them, and sometimes kill them. That is how he confiscated all the property of those who punished him, and placed them in the procurement of food from other countries.

Naturally, the subject also extended to the cabaret. He was summoned to Castle Alisne and presented his thoughts dignified before his brother King.

"Brother! Nothing. I'm not doing anything at all! People can't live without fun. This is the time of national disaster, which is why we need songs and music that comfort our inhabitants. They won't listen to my brother's orders to quit singing, music, kicking. Above all, it's stupid to deny these kinds of arts. Well, I'll take care of it. This cabaret will comfort the hearts and minds of the people."

The cabaret followed the room with a caracally-giggled, loud body rubbing. If I tried it on him, I would have known with my brother Ribbon. But the king, who is throwing a sharp gaze on his back, was not already Cabaret's knowing brother. He was beginning to solemnize himself with conviction. Moreover, in its chest, there was not a single point of ease. I didn't know how horrible that was in the cabaret at that time.

He left the castle on its feet to the city of Orbisse, giving charity to the hungry inhabitants, playing music to comfort them, on his way back to the mansion.

It was dawn that I felt strange. He left his bedroom, taking the sword he was preparing for his pillow and leaving his wife, Meetia, sleeping beside him. Slowly and with caution, I went out into the garden and I heard something unpleasant.

When I looked over my head, I saw bright red rain in the sky before dawn. What the cabaret seemed to rain was a flame-wrapped bow and arrow, and they pierced the roof and walls of the mansion to be sucked in, turning the mansion into a sea of fire in an instant. He tried to get to the mansion to protect his family immediately. But as if waiting for the moment, a friendly number of bows and arrows pierce his back. Shortly afterwards, the soldiers equipped with armor struck an avalanche and killed him at the mansion, where he struggled and was pierced by the soldiers' spears and scattered his life.

... When I realized, I was flying in the sky. It was floating in the sky like a flutter. Though I felt strange, I remembered what I had done before. Didn't I die pierced by a soldier's spear? Speaking of which, that flame... when I thought about it that much, what I saw in his eyes was the ruins of a burnt mansion in black.

"Meetia! Gregorn!

Desperately screaming for the name of my beloved wife and son. But no reply. Then before his eyes, a burning and dying human figure entered his eyes. If you look closely, it was the look of a wife and child burning to death so that they could hold a small child.

"Captain! Your Ladyship and Master Gregorn have been found!

Such a voice goes into my ear. Then immediately, the bodies of his wife and son were surrounded by soldiers.

"... indeed, Your Ladyship and Lady Gregorn. All right, get rid of this body completely!

The soldiers took the two bodies outside, built up firewood there, and burned their bodies. Cabaret was watching the whole thing. And at the same time that I made sure it was all over and that my beloved family was completely ashed, I had a tremendous amount of hate in my chest.

"Meetia... Gregorn... I don't know what to say... I don't know what to say... oh... my brother. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

The soldiers who attacked themselves were undoubtedly soldiers of King Ribbon's Kingsguard Division, and it was clear that whoever ordered this raid was his brother himself. With his thoughtlessness he cursed his brother with that intense hatred.

Someone was watching such a cabaret. It is Pope, the Spirit of Air.

She was able to strengthen herself by absorbing these dead human souls. From her point of view, these strong minded souls tried to take in the souls of this cabaret for no reason whatsoever in order to become an element that would further enhance their power.

But that was miscalculation.

Even at the end of his soul appearance, Cabaret's mindful power far outweighed Pope's. In the end Pope was taken over by the cabaret, and he was to be raw in the world again as a Spirit. However, because he did not completely take in Pope's body, he was unable to shape himself as a spirit, and remained in Nenryu, the spirit of mindfulness of the previous stage. But because he had acquired his abilities as a spirit of air, he was free to change the shape of his body, not only to get on the air and go anywhere, but also to manipulate his opponent with the force of his mind.

And the first place he headed was Castle Alison, which became Nenryu, a souvenir. He thought. I wondered how my brother king would suffer the most. When I thought about it, I thought about my nephew Maintier. Brilliant, corrupting this prince, whom the brother king expects most, will cause the brother king to suffer, and this country to die as well. You can destroy a country like this. He headed to Castle Alisne, thinking he should perish. And it was through the air that he entered the body of King Maintia and manipulated him.

"... and that's what this cabaret has been about"

I exhale slowly and speak of the past of this mindful spirit, Nenryu, which I saw in my appraisal skills. King Maintier listened to me without changing his expression in any way, and the Pattersons were listening with their lips covered and leaned down.

"Did you know that?... Hi, I see."

King Maintier turned his gaze and opened his mouth to the Pattersons who would refrain behind him. Then he closed his eyes again and turned to the ceiling, posing as if to be delayed by some kind of thought.

"You shouldn't blame my father, King Ogata."

He whined those words with his eyes closed. The Pattersons' gaze slowly pours on King Maintier. He opened his eyes again, looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug, and opened his mouth.

"The kings, nobles and inhabitants are the same as human beings. I must be merciful...... it is my father's cliche, but to embody it, my father would have carried out such harsh politics of fear. My father executed many human beings and saved tens of thousands of people from hunger by his politics. My father, unlike my uncle, was realistic everywhere. No, I guess I had to be realistic. My father, like me, wasn't born in lucky times."

That's what the king laughed at Nicoli for. And then he turned his gaze on the Pattersons, his gaze on me and Sidi, and opened his mouth again with a soft face.

"But I hate my father's way. I can't be like my father. No, rather, I'm glad he was possessed by my uncle. I'm sure it was my uncle's influence that found pleasure in paintings and food. Yeah, that's fine. That's good to hear. Thanks to that I was able to get acquainted with King Agarta. That's not all. Lord Lafayence, and even King Poseidon, were able to gain knowledge of himself. It would only be if my uncle came to my body."

That's what King Maintier said and laughed at the cookie. And then he slowly lifted his face and slowly opened his mouth as he stared at my face.

"There will be a lot of unforgivable feelings about His Majesty King Agarta, my uncle and the Duke of Cabaret, but can you leave it to me about my uncle? As King of the Fradime Nation, let's treat it responsibly.... this is the right place."

He bowed his head to me in a tight motion. There was no usual no-horn idiot lord there. There was a king of an authentic nation, wrapped in majesty...