Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Then three days later, a ship was heading north on the Great Sea Plains.

There was a woman standing up on the boat. It's Celluloit, the daughter of the Duke of Hertz in the Grand Duchy of Foral. Slowly twisted bodies, underneath his eyes, were making dark bears, a look that seemed like he was suffering from a serious disease at first glance.

Honestly, she wanted to die. I wanted to throw myself in the ocean like this. Without Mataka-sama, there's no point in living like yourself right now.

But she had a situation where she couldn't throw herself into the sea. He was ordered to go to Agarta as his uncle, the Grand Duke's envoy. And in Agarta, he was ordered to master the agricultural technology that the country possessed.

"The lives of the people are at stake"

To the words of my uncle, the Grand Duke, Celloit neither liked nor responded. He was trapped in a room at the Grand Duke's Palace on the spot and left two days later on a boat.

At least I wanted to see Master Mataka at first sight, but that was unacceptable.

Celloit had suspected that his father's hearts were involved in this. My father was against having a relationship with Master Mataka. I guess this whole series of moves was set up by my father. But for Celluloit, Mataka was the only man who would understand himself. Losing him meant the end of her life.

Honestly, I don't want to do this. Go to the strangers. That's not all, we have to learn new technologies. That means you have to deal with a lot of people.

From an early age, she wasn't good at talking to people. As the Grand Duke's niece, for himself, who was born obliged to deal with many people, his daily life was accompanied by pain similar to hell.

Still, she has been doing the work she was given from an early age, desperate for pain. But when I turned fourteen, it reached its limits. I couldn't walk out of the room.

Her worried father and uncle gave her all they could and called every famous doctor to treat her, but her symptoms never improved. Nevertheless, as the day went on, I was able to get out of my room, to the garden of the mansion, but I could hardly get out of the gate.

She herself had the thought that it shouldn't be. My home is the Duke's. My uncle is the Lord of this country, the Grand Duke. Don't let yourself be part of that clan. As it is, my father, as well as my uncle, will be slandered... But the more I thought about it and inspired myself, the stiffer its body became.

In the meantime, she happened to try to bury the dessert seeds served at the meal in the garden to play. Then it germinated. She watered it and watched it grow. The season was spring.

Summer passed, and in autumn, the little buds grew to bear the same fruit as the desserts we had at dinner. That wasn't so tasty, but for the first time in my life, Celluloit felt a great sense of accomplishment. Since then, she has become obsessed with growing plants.

Five years after that. Part of the garden of the Duke of Hertz family had been turned into a field plowed by Celluloit. She didn't even hate tanning, she just kept quietly taking care of the field. Originally diligent and research enthusiastic, she read and fished the books and repeated the trial and error of how the plants could grow effectively and efficiently.

Her parents watched her warmly. Already over twenty years old. Since the age of fourteen, it will be difficult to tutor and daughter-in-law because he has acquired the minimum amount of reading, writing and behaving required, but was never revealed as a nobleman. My parents were prepared to let her live in this mansion for the rest of her life.

It was just a year ago that such a turning point came to her.

A messenger from the new Crimean nation visited the Duke of Hertz and wished his brother, the Grand Duke, a street. The Patriarchate, who had been asking to see the Grand Duke for years, but who had not originally interacted with other countries, did not like to interact actively with Crimeana. Nevertheless, only New Year's greetings kept the necessary minimum interactions, such as attracting messengers.

Even on this day, the apostle's man was visiting the Duke, saying he wanted a meeting to greet him for the New Year. Even when it came to the New Year, it was only three months ago, and the Duke caught sight of the men in surprise. I didn't know that, and Celloit had just seen the plants bearing fruit in the field and felt the sense of accomplishment.

"Ooh, it's got mermoly fruit"

Suddenly, a man's voice was heard and Celloit accidentally turned his gaze in the direction of his voice. There stood a young man in unfamiliar clothes.

The man called himself Mataka and slowly approached the field wondering if he had smiled.

"Krawasan...... megao...... goohoy...... Excellent, that's all I grew up with a lot. This is all, were you raised?

Mataka smiles and talks, but suddenly upset, Celluloit is unable to respond. Mataka nods at her like that and turns her gaze to the field again.

"Excellent...... Especially how this Megao has grown. In order for this to get bigger, you have to carefully slice the buds. Because there are so many seeds, so many germinate, but you have to leave only the buds that are growing the most and make a mistake. You don't grow, do you? You knew me well. Besides... it's hard to grow so much this far without constantly thinning out buds and carefully removing bugs on the leaves. You were carefully looked after every day."

"I… of… the… fields… so"

Celluloit answers desperately. Exactly, because this man was right. A plant called Megao… This is a fruit with a very intense sweetness. I rarely go on the market. Sometimes it's hard to cultivate, but no one tries to eat it because it looks grotesque.

But Celloit knew from the indiscriminate books that this fruit was so delicious that in the past the country had been in contention with each other over this fruit.

At one point, this megao happened to be dedicated to the Grand Duke. But he didn't get his hands on it and was lowered to his father, the Duke of Hertz. Nor did my father show interest in this fruit, even trying to throw it away as garbage. But Celloit asked his father to take this fruit. The fact itself was not very edible because corrosion had already begun, but she took the seeds carefully and sprinkled them in the fields of the garden. And years of struggling to raise them had just finally borne a great deal of fruit.

Someone showed up to understand that nobody was interested and didn't understand... Something warm overflowed Celluloit's heart.

"Okay, well, you know..."

"I also like to grow these plants."

"Oh... really?"

"We have grown a variety of plants, but, like you here, they often wither away without being able to take care of them carefully. No, it kind of pops my mind when I see you so far in the snack"

Mataka opens her mouth with a full grin. He's got a straight face. It's beautiful enough to say that it's a prince or noble brother of some country. Celluloit turns away unexpectedly.

"We often take a trip to this mansion with a New Year's greeting meeting to the Grand Duke. At that time, let me also interrupt this field. Besides... there are a few things I don't know about the plants I grow. Next time you come, I'd love to have you professor."

That said, Mataka left the spot behind. Celluloit was feeling something, something fateful, as he dropped off behind it.