Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

... sama.... Tasama....... The Hall.

Baron Bon Isao woke up with his face crooked. The room is dark. It looks like the night hasn't dawned yet.

I wake up thinking what's going on at this hour. Secondly, I noticed a small noise ringing through the bedroom door. Perhaps the butler, Luluen, is reluctantly knocking.

He tries to get out of bed. At that time, I hear a critical toothpick. Unexpectedly glances at the bed, tongue-in-cheek that she's still a badly behaved woman. In the dim, a woman sleeping on her back entered her eyes. She was the woman I called to the mansion to play with the night before.

Once upon a time, we could have samurai younger women. If I gave you one order, you'd be sent a handful of raw daughters from your territory. That's what I'm allowed to call a businesswoman like this now. That and this, you know, is because of the slave king.

Bon Isao opens the door, tongue-in-cheek abominably. There, even Luluen stood with a troubled look on his face.

"What, at this late hour?"

"Crimeana's... Freeman Branch Manager has contacted me urgently"

"Freeman Branch Manager!?"

Surprised at himself for shouting unexpectedly, the Baron quickly leaves the bedroom and heads to the dining room. It's a large mansion, but I don't see a servant-like figure. During the time of the Juka kingdom, in the name of the Behavioral Apprentice, he hired a beautiful daughter from the territory as a maid of honor, but since Juka's demise he has been extremely poor. For this reason, two elderly ladies, now serving for an ancient time, and only the butler, Luluen.

The Baron Bon Isao family rapidly collapsed in a situation where many had escaped from the territory, thus not being able to make an annual contribution, while at the same time not being able to bow their heads to Linos, the new reigning slave king, due to the high pride of this baron. It was the Christian nation of Crimeana that reached out for salvation when it was hunted down to the likeness of scarcity of daily food.

It was a few years ago that a man dressed as a traveler showed up. The man told the baron that he would not ask for much, and he hung on to providing the least amount of money if he only responded to a request from the diocese. The Baron, believing that word that he would not ask for much, had promised to cooperate.

As the man put it, there was absolutely no impossibility from the side of the Crimeana State to push the challenge. If asked, it was only a matter of quality of information that leaked externally and had nothing wrong, such as the fertility status of Agarta's crops or the prevalence of diseases prevalent in the world.

Nevertheless, in touch with the fold, the letters delivered by the branch director of the diocesan country, who calls him Freeman, were often cold-sweated. Baron's actions had been crushed and, if not improved, distracted attention had been paid to them, as well as the suspension of support and gentle threats to report to King Linos.

Stunned by the high level of intelligence-gathering capacity of the Patriarchate, the Baron probably went on to reiterate his actions. If support from the Patriarchate is cut off, he will perish. I had to obey.

He said he had received an urgent communication from such a diocese. I hadn't heard that there was such a thing, but it was totally unexpected that it would be sent to me. The Baron receives the paper offered by Luluen as he pushes and kills the anxiety that springs up in his heart.

There it was written that, upon receipt of this letter, it would be given to Edebo the Wood Dust, approximately a sufficient distance from the Baron's mansion. And then it said to follow the instructions of Edebo.

"Edebo......? Is that that bigoted Edebo?

I can't help but be surprised at the baron. Edebo was a bigoted man, famous in the realm. Skinny body, yet dragging the cut out tree all the way to the cabin by itself. Even when I talked to him, he was a man who had only the minimum response needed and had little interaction with the surrounding residents. Nor to the baron, the lord, was he man enough to change his response and, on the contrary, to ignore his repeated orders for tax increases as well.

Indeed, this man was the man who lived there shortly after Juka perished. After all, I was wondering if he had escaped from other lands, but as far as this literature goes, he seemed to have no doubt that he had a connection with the Crimean nation. The Baron turns his gaze to Luluen, who is holding back in front of him.

"It's an emergency call, so I think we're going to argue for a moment. Dear Hall, I was wondering if it would be better if you went to Edebo immediately."

The baron looked alternately at the letter at hand and Luluen, but eventually, with a troublesome look on his face, ordered Luluen to change his clothes.

Fly the horse to Edebo. It's still dark outside. As I was driving my horse wondering if the man was awake at this hour, I could see the lights in the distance. I didn't think so, but it wasn't, it was Edebo's cabin.

"It's my lord Bon Isao. We're going in!"

That's what the Baron says and opens the door abusively. Inside, Edebo was waking his body up on the bed. At the tip of Edebo's nose, the Baron protrudes a letter he receives from Crimeana. When the man received it without changing his expression in any way, he began to check inside.

"What the hell is that? Were you from Crimeana, too? Totally... this guy always gets his ass kicked..."

"Shut up."

It was a low, dosty voice. When he turned his gaze to Edebo in surprise, he slowly got out of bed and brought the letter closer to the lamp hanging from the ceiling.

To the Baron, I had no idea what he was doing. On the other hand, his nasty atmosphere made him hesitate to be the baron and make him speak up.

"Well done. Let's praise you."

Edebo accidentally opened his mouth. I'm only pointing my eyes at Guillaume and the Baron. To its creepiness, the baron's body trembled.

"You got an emergency call from the Freeman Branch Manager, didn't you? But why? Send something directly to me.... I see. Is that why I sent you over? That's the Freeman Branch Manager."

That's what Edebo says. He leaks a nigga and a grin.

"Nice to meet you. Thanks to you, you saved your life. If I was five minutes late, I wouldn't have had your life."

"Eh... Edebo..."

"Right now in front of us is Gigolo Gillette, deputy chief of the SS under the Holiness of Pope Vieille, the new Crimean nation. From now on you are under my command. My orders are, I believe, those of the Holy Father. If you disobey my orders, I will kill you."

The killing spirit emanating from the man's entire body was not the norm. The baron nodded unexpectedly at the force.

"Don't move here until I get back here. Don't worry. I'll be back by dawn. When I get back, if I don't see you, I'll kill you. It's easy, okay?

To Gillette's words, the Baron snorts. Gillette plugged the letter she had in her hand into the lamp. Soon there was a fire, and the letter burned out momentum. He threw the burning paper on the floor unwrought. And when I thought I'd sat on one knee, I peeled off the slab of the floor and removed a thin sword from inside. It's like a decorative sword used in a ritual, a golden sheath. Sitting it on his back, he left the cabin silently.

Suddenly, I heard a horse hissing from the outside. And I can hear the hooves. Apparently, Gillette crossed the horse the baron had ridden and went somewhere.

As if stuck by a fox, the baron stands on the spot in a daze. in a room that is gallant and has only the minimum necessary…. In such a crude hut, the man lived here for years. He was crushing this territory and reporting it to Crimeana. The spiritual power is unusual.

The baron's face gradually turns blue. He didn't have the skill to do it, he just had to stand there...