Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Mataka, reaching for her pocket, took out a piece of paper and a pen and started writing something there. It's like, you know, abusive writing like you do punching and writing. Once he stops the pen, he stares at his hand.

"All right, that's it. And then I hope you see this wolf smoke..."

Staring at the smoke, he gazes at the ocean plains that spread in front of him. After a while, it poured and rained. Mataka treats the paper in her hand like she cares.

"What are you doing!

I heard a man behind my back. Looking back, a man in the same Crimeana clothes was running toward us. It was the same Cardinal, a twat.

"Mataka... what do you mean... Isn't this wolf smoke an emergency signal!

"Cardinal Tsugaki. Forgive me for raising wolf smoke at my discretion. That's exactly what happened to our lives."

"What do you mean?

"That celluloid is in Agarta, whether things happen or not..."

"Agarta...... no way......"

"That's not true. The Grand Duke will probably appeal through Celloit to King Agarta for help on the state of affairs in this country, while also requesting our elimination."

"Mataka, why didn't you keep more surveillance of Celluloit!

"I want to take that reprimand later. Now, there's one thing we need to do. It's about keeping Celloit away from King Agarta."

……

Cardinal Tsukiki bit his lip. Because Mataka was right. He turns his gaze silently across the horizon.

How long has it been? The two men did not leave the sea staring slightly motionless. The clothes had already become bishobic, and from the fists of his two hands, which he gripped firmly, the potatoes and drops were dripping.

"... Coming!

The surroundings are getting dim. I can't see anything from across the horizon. But Mataka keeps her eyes peeled and moves forward.

"I don't see anything..."

Cardinal Tsugaki groans toward the sea. At that time, I felt like I heard something.

"Kia! Kia!

Suddenly, a high voice echoed in the sky. When I realized, a giant chief bird was flying in the sky wondering if it would be two meters long. The bird came down between them with wings glistened. Mataka takes a small bag out of her nose and offers it to the tip of the bird's nose. Then the bird put his neck to the ground and fell asleep.

Mataka is approaching the foot of the bird and doing some searching.

"Ok!"

When he woke up, he took the paper he had just written from his nostrils and brought it closer to the foot of the bird. There, it was bracketed like a small bottle. Mataka screwed the paper into it.

"Come on, hurry up! Things fight for a moment!

Mataka waves her hands up loud. As if that had been the signal, the chief bird rose to the sky with its wings wide open, thinking that it had hissed loudly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!

Mataka's voice was sucked into a black cloud that drowned low.

The bird that appeared before them was a chief bird called the Naway, a bird that did not fit its large body and was flying fairly fast. Few of the birds can be called natural enemies, so in the Crimean Country, this bird was used as a means of communication in emergencies. The bird was kept at the headquarters of each branch and was ready to be utilized at any time.

Flying through the Grand Duchy of Foral, the chief bird diseased the great sky with its proud wings, not even rough weather. And in about two hours to fly from there, he arrived at the headquarters of the southern Gredahul branch of the Christian nation of Crimeana.

"Oh! He's home!

Men in Crimeana religious clothes jump out of the building. They adulterated the birds with familiar hands and took out the paper at their feet. There, this wording was written.

"Ms Celloit of the Grand Duchy of Foral headed to the capital of Agarta. They wiped this woman out as soon as possible. To take the Lord God, to take His Holiness the Pope, to lead the Christian nation of Crimeana to ruin '.

Furthermore, on the back of the piece of paper was information such as when Celloit left the Grand Duchy of Foral by boat, as well as the characteristics and likenesses of Celloit himself.

"Oh dear. We need to report this to the Branch Manager."

The men carried the paper sent by Mataka and hurried into the building.

"... hum. This is very liberal."

An old man, whose hair on the top of his head had already diminished and his moustache and chin mustache had been stored, opened his mouth with a small nod. His eyes move violently from left to right, asking how he is thinking about something.

"Dear Branch Manager…"

I saw the anxious look on my men's faces chilling, but eventually, when I turned my gaze softly to hand, I squealed without telling anyone.

"When we left the port by boat, the last few days were sunny, and the waves were calm. Considering the strong winds were blowing from the south, the approximate speed was...... The distance from Foral to Galby...... And from Galby to the capital of Agarta...... is it a carriage trip? Then the speed of the carriage...... Considering on the date of departure...... Already, it sounds like you've arrived in Galby. Assuming the worst…. It's possible you're already standing Galby on your way to the capital. It's just... we need to camp somewhere once and for all to get from Galby to the capital. Seeing from Mataka's letter, a woman travels alone. You won't be traveling all night. For example, in the shortest possible time, you'll be in the capital by noon tomorrow."

To the words of the Branch Manager, my men are breathtaking. This man is doing all the complicated calculations in his calculations. Its clear brains were reading celluloid movements with terrible accuracy.

"Wait a minute."

He opened his desk drawer and ran the pen without any hesitation, wondering if he had taken out the paper and pen. And I thought I'd written it up less than a minute later, folded it up small.

"Send this immediately to Baron Bon Isao of Agarta. You'll get to the Baron's Mansion well enough for one night. The question is, can the Baron understand my intentions and if he'll make it..."

The man offers the paper to his men, whining in a small voice, no matter who he tells. The men who received it followed the scene early enough.

"Oh, Ziae. Wait."

A young man, called by name, comes to the man with his heel back.

"There's one thing I'd like you to do,"

"Yes."

The man took the paper out of the drawer again and started writing something there with Sarah.

"Deliver this to His Holiness the Pope of Aphrodite. Oh, and then send me this Mataka letter with you."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Branch Manager. We will arrange for it to be delivered to His Holiness the Pope by tomorrow."

"Please"

A man called Ziae left the room early. The branch manager stood up and prayed quietly in the direction of Aphrodite.

"... Lord God, His Holiness the Pope. Death to those who disobey the way of heaven."

The man sighed loudly.

Around the same time, in a room in a certain mansion, a young woman was sleeping with Suyasuya. Next door, a man, seen as his husband, rests similarly quietly. The woman, with her face on the man's palm, was asleep.

Unexpectedly, the woman's eyes opened. She gets up muckled, her breath hissing and peering around.

"... there are evil, evil signs"

One whining in the darkness was Concidie, wife of King Linos of Agarta.