Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

At the beginning of the still cold March, in Aphrodite, the capital of the Christian nation of Crimeana, an extraordinary Council of Cardinals was convened, and its venue, the Cathedral, was surrounded by pinned tensions. However, this meeting was different from the usual one, and all those present here could easily imagine the end of this meeting. It was no exaggeration to say that the tension they breed was born to contain themselves so that they could not be enlightened around their expectations about the greatest battle in the history of the Patriarchate, involving the whole world, which will surely occur from now on.

They did not doubt, without reason, the victory of the Christian nation of Crimeana. Rather, their interest is in which country they will be sent and what mission they will take on in the next Jimoke. That was in terms of the extent to which his status would rise at the dawn of the victory of the Patriarchate.

Knowing or not their hearts like that, this day's meeting closed at an alarming rate of speed. Below the Pope, shortly after the Cardinals appeared and took their seats, a proclamation was made from the mouth of Cassel, in the name of the Pope, to lay down the hammer to a country that did not follow heavenly ways, stating that many people would be given heavenly destiny in Zimok in April. The countries of the Patriarchate were issued with orders to send troops and the mobilization of large armies was announced. It was clear that the spearhead was the Sundange country, and hence the Agarta of the Linos, who refrained behind it.

As time went by, even in the Kingdom of Tana, the troops were already getting ready to leave. Ville, King of the Kingdom of Tana, had a full grin before an army of over 100,000 already.

"It's a brilliant thing, my army. Now, how do the Sundance people fight us... Looking forward to it. Perhaps even today, in Aphrodite, a decree of crusade has been decreed from the Holy Father. We take it and go to Sundange ahead of any other country. Before the arrival of the main forces of the Patriarchate, swallow that country and use its momentum to swallow Fradime. And then we head to Agarta with the main unit...... In that case, perhaps Ramaron and Headata will send out soldiers...... Fighting them too...... looking forward to it!

With a satisfying grin on his face, he shrugs, no matter who he tells. They are defeating their enemies as they move their massive armies as they please... what they have been dreaming about for years is now about to come true. He was now at the pinnacle of excitement. In the meantime, he suddenly turns his heels back and goes on to say more.

"Departure shall be the day after tomorrow! Don't fail to prepare yourselves!

In front of him lay a knee and awed servants refrained. One of them, an old man in a white robe, opened his mouth to him with humility.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty, I still don't see Lord Octa..."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, it's Geranius. Octa's resting now."

"Holy crap... what is rest at this time of year!

"Ugh, it's as serious as ever, you know. Octa is not playing with anything. He's already starting to move. It should be joining us in a while. More than that, Geranius, there's something else I need you to do. It's a big job worthy of a military god. Will you do it?

"Ha, I am not a stranger, but with Your Majesty's orders, I will risk my life to serve you."

"That's Geranius. Well, let's not give you any other way. Others, prepare for battle!

To the king's words, everyone who was on the spot bowed their heads simultaneously.

Meanwhile, even in the Agarta country with Linos, unexpected figures appeared before him.

"... Long time no see"

"Really, it's been a while"

Between the glances, it was a beautiful woman who was smiling and talking to Linos. He had an intelligent, Rin atmosphere in his eyes, while still remaining as obnoxious as a girl. On top of that, she had a busty chest and exceptional proportions, and just at first glance, she had an atmosphere that made her think she would be some princess.

… the woman was Vieille, grandson of the pope of the Christian nation of Crimeana.

A few years ago, she was supposed to return to Aphrodite after losing the fight against Linos, and suddenly received a letter wishing for the way things were. It was only two days ago. There, I have been admitted to wanting to fold in and talk to you, and furthermore, I would like to see you as soon as my eyes permit. At last, he had been added that he wanted me to pick up Posei. It was also written that her current residence was with the Crephalic country, and that there should probably be someone in Posei who knew. Linos was surprised and determined to meet her, and picked her up in Clefalais. Incidentally, the State of Clefalais was originally the country where the representative of Posei, Côte d 'Ivoire, lived for many years, and he undertook to pick up Vieille in two replies, saying that he knew both the table and the back if it was that country.

"... you've become much more splendid. And you're beautiful."

Rico calms down next to me, talking to Vieille. It is a conversation that conveys the feeling that we are delighted to reunite sincerely, which is never a social decree. Vieille has such a grin on Rico.

"The Empress hasn't changed, above all. If you ask, I would like to congratulate you sincerely on the birth of your heir."

With that said, she gives a compliment in a brilliant manner. Rico watches as he narrows his eyes.

"... Huh? What, are you still your biological daughter?

I leak my voice unexpectedly. Rico turns his gaze to me with a slightly surprised look at words without too much delicacy. At the same time, Vieille is looking at me a little.

Honestly, I was roaring in my heart about Vieille's years of action.

Shortly after I saw her, I intuitively felt that this girl was up to something bad. And I immediately activated my appraisal skills to take a peek into her past.

Her life away from this Agarta and towards the Crephalic Country was a streak of hardship. The destination was a country that was originally hostile to the Crimean Nazi nation, where it took a large number of its followers. Naturally, they were to be exposed to tremendous persecution. Firstly, the inadmissibility of admission, of course, was that the ship on which they embarked was attacked without question.

In the meantime, she left the faithful on the boat, heading to the Crephalic kingdom by herself, and beheld the king. Throughout that road, he was not allowed to utter any words, given little water or food, and was struck as if to escort a felon. Besides, she was about to be attacked three times by soldiers in just two days before she reached the capital. However, she had succeeded in using her skill to persuade the soldiers well and defend the manipulation at her place. That alone was remarkable, but she had spent a long time in contact with even the king of the Crephalic kingdom, using his colour and talent. The condition was also tremendous, and while she, at one point, approached the men using their flesh, and at one time persuaded them with their tongues, she did not hate to use the Christians to take their lives as regards those who were hostile to them.

Seeing how it went, I thought this girl smiling beautifully in front of me, remembering the war, was the devil. Strangely enough, she had exposed many men to that nakedness, yet had never at last crossed the last line, not even letting a single finger touch her body. When she was asked for that body or about to be attacked, she had decided to take off her clothes from herself and exposed herself to its nakedness at all costs. And, in a threadless state, while stimulating the men's desires with a sweet voice, at the end of the day, they had succeeded in grasping the men's hearts. What a horrible woman you've grown into. These are the reasons why I'm telling the truth.

I try to change the vibe, I cough up one thing, and then again, I turn my gaze to Vieille.

"By the way, there was something you wanted to fold into me and talk to me about, but what the hell are you talking about?

I tell myself not to take my gaze off her and never be contacted in my heart. But the answer I got back from her was something I wouldn't expect at all.

"Yes, there is nothing else called consultation. We want to bury the Christian nation of Crimeana, my grandfather, Pope, Juvancel Sein, out of this world. I would like to thank King Agarta for his help and I would like to consult with him."

How long since Vieille's face, the smile had disappeared.