Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Juvancel Sein, the Pope Emeritus of the Christian State of Crimeana, was silent with his eyes open. Probably the first time he has ever given a faithful or subordinate such a look. The sight spreading in front of him was something I hadn't even imagined so much.

Indeed, in front of him were the faces of outstanding men who had so far kept me loyal. And in addition, there was even the figure of Tana Karsi Ville, King of the Kingdom of Tana, whom he asks to be a military god. But on the other hand, behind the ville, an unexpected figure refrained. The grandson of the Pope emeritus, Vieille.

Juvancel Sein was sending a large army to capture her following the news that Vieille was in the Kingdom of Tana. To its commander, he had sent out Cassel, the same grandson and now Pope. There were reports coming up with him that although he had landed in the Kingdom of Tana, he had encountered stubborn resistance and was delaying his march to the King's Capital. And just a month ago, there were reports of finally falling the King's Capital and capturing Vieille, and at the same time, saving Ville, the king who was in seclusion.

Quickly he sent several cardinals to the Kingdom of Tana as messengers to ascertain the situation. And I had received reports from the Cardinals that there was no mistake in Cassel's report. On top of that, the Tana army was receiving reports of a quick escort of Vieille to the capital Aphrodite.

Juvancel Sein had put the words of labor to the soldiers below Cassel, who had returned, and, furthermore, had intended to give blessings to the Tana army, to draw Vieille on it and to hand over its disposition. But all of a sudden they showed up. It was in the office of the Pope Emeritus that Ville and several of his servants, the Cardinal who had ordained the Messenger, and the figure of Vieille appeared.

Pope emeritus consolidated with surprise and confusion. To him, those in front of him cast a chilling gaze.

"You're old."

I hear a young woman. Needless to say, this is Vieille's voice.

"You still don't seem to know what's going on. At least, the Pope I know, Grandpa didn't make such a mockery face."

"Nah... ha... uhh..."

The Pope Emeritus tries desperately to squeeze out his voice, but he can only speak an unspoken voice. Vieille looks at him like that with pity.

"You have no allies. You're alone, Grandpa."

The Cardinals, who had refrained before the Pope emeritus, would detain him, as if that voice of Vieille had been a signal.

"Wait, wait! Crehosil, Raindack, are you... Gu"

Soon he was tied behind his back and deprived of his liberty. He was lying on his desk, but still desperate to bring his neck, staring at the Vieilles in front of him.

"You still don't seem to understand what happened, do you, Grandpa?

"V... Vieille... you..."

"Grandpa, all the people in front of you right now are mine."

"What... to?

"Cardinal Crehosil, Cardinal Raindack, who is now capturing you, has pledged his absolute loyalty to me. And all those who come here, including Master Ville, are faithful to my orders. And Aphrodite is completely occupied by our army."

"Stupid! Didn't Cassel capture you! Kassel, what happened to Kassel!

"Ugh. You finally have your true nature, Grandpa. Fine. Because of this, let me tell you everything. Cassel is dead. I sent him to Crimeana."

"Nah...... So the report from Cassel..."

"That's all I wrote."

"Stupid! That letter was supposed to be Cassel's! Vieille, imitating Cassel's letter to you, etc…"

"Forgot? I was the one who taught Cassel the letters. I know his writing habits best. It's easy to imitate that word."

"From those who have returned from the kingdom of Tana. That is not..."

All of them have pledged their absolute loyalty to me.

"Ba... stupid..."

"To control the hearts and minds of all 20,000 prisoners of the Crimean National Army, I broke a pretty good bone, but I managed to work it out. I want to compliment myself."

That's what Vieille smiles all over her face. To that unyielding, childlike, innocent smile, Juvancel Sain unconsciously shook his body.

"Grandpa."

With an angelic smile on her face, she looks to the Pope emeritus.

"I'm so glad I was born to your grandson. My father and mother, you have taken my life, and I, myself, have been in danger of my life many times, but thanks to being beside you and learning the art of grasping people's hearts, I have been able to rule the hearts of many people. And over you...... Is there any more joy? That and this, Grandpa, thanks to you. Thank you very much."

The face of the Pope Emeritus is trembling in small pieces. Vieille looked satisfactorily at the condition, but eventually, when he crouched his jaw, the two Cardinals, who had seized the Pope emeritus, dragged him to the office window.

"Heh... bah... silly..."

An incredible sight popped into Juvancel's eyes. What a beautiful white, united city Aphrodite was in flames. He solidified with his eyes open and was drawn straight out of the room.

"Mr. Crehosil, Mr. Raindack, I'll reward you later."

The two Cardinals, turning to that voice of Vieille, have a look as if they were indulgent in something. As he sees it, Vieille takes a bright red, tiny pill out of her pocket and looks at it.

"That's right, the medicine your grandfather made works well. Wonderful..."

"... you're not strong."

I can hear such a voice in Vieille's ear, laughing at the cousley and watching the pope emeritus as he was drawn to it. She slowly turns her gaze to Ville, the voice lord.

"We weren't drunk like that. Well, I don't know what it's like to put up a vanity in front of the Pope Emeritus, so I'm not gonna say anything more."

Vieille grinned furiously, turning back her heels and leaving the room with Stasta.

Although he desperately took care of his smile, Vieille's heart was not calm. These Villes and the rest of the kingdom of Tana do not necessarily do what Vieille thinks because of the influence of King Agarta Linos, but always turn their opinions around or do nothing.

... Well, I could have captured Grandpa this time. Let's decide what we think is good.

She told herself that as she walked down the corridor of the Pope's Temple, which she was accustomed to seeing.

The next morning, a huge cross was erected in the temple of the Pope. Usually on a small high hill, surrounded by high walls, that sight, which seemed as if a cross were built on the wall, in a place where it was impossible to hear and know it, stunned the people living in Aphrodite. There was hung Juvancel Sain, Pope Emeritus, who was naked and exposed to the people with his hands and feet tied to the cross.

"You just killed me, what changes?

Juvancel Sain talks desperately to Vieilles and others who are looking up at themselves at their feet in a painful breath.

"I have been... leading the Crimean nation... If you want to rule the Patriarchate on my behalf...... you can rule. Kill me... this country... the world will be confused... I don't know, not you guys, right?

Vieille was just throwing a gentle smile at him, as if the voice could not be heard. Next to her, a soldier with a spear is holding back, waiting for her orders.

"Vieille, killing me will not change the world. Even if you kill me, there will always be someone to replace me. Killing me now won't do you any good. Vieille...... Vieille!

The Pope emeritus, desperate to squeeze out words, but Vieille remains smiling. With that look on her face, she turns a chilling glance at the soldier she refrains from. The soldier walked to Stasta and the cross, wondering if he had given a soothing courtesy, and speared through the belly of the Pope emeritus hanging there.

Part of the cross stains with his blood, along with the screaming of the Terminator.

"Gah...... v...... vieille...... vieille...... v......"

Open your mouth and gasp desperately to breathe, Pope emeritus. Vieille continues to watch the look with a smile on her face, without breaking her expression. A soldier sticks out more spears at him, and the scream of a man echoes again.

The soldier slowly pulls through a spear profoundly pierced in the belly of the Pope emeritus and returns to the side of Vieille. The man on the cross looks at the condition with a distorted look.

"Hey... what are you... doing... And... and... and... and... and... and stab..."

No one responds to his voice. Only a man's painful breath can be heard.

"Vieille... hurry up... and stay..."

"Not yet."

"Vieille...... Vieille......"

"None of those killed by you would have even died, would they?

"Gah... gah..."

"He who was starved to death...... Those who were killed by fire while alive...... who were thrown into the sea while tied up...... Those who were killed by your command… My father and mother all suffered and died. God will not allow you to die in peace without them."

"Hey... God..."

The face of the Pope Emeritus is cut off by distortion and has an ugly look. Vieille looks at it with a satisfying look.

"Humans, if they are naked, if they are alone, are weak things that can do nothing. You, and I..."

Vieille squeals those words, holding the soldier's spear in his hand, which he had refrained from beside him, slowly walking to the cross. And when I thought I had a full smile with Nicole, I stuck the spear in my hand deep into the man's body.

"Ugly, face..."

When she thought that she had abandoned her, she turned back her heels softly and followed the scene.

At this moment, the history of the Christian nation of Crimeana closed the curtain.