Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

It is February. This month is positioned as the most important month of the year for the Linos family, as it is the birth month of their daughters. The eldest daughter, Eryl, who was able to do so with Ricolette, was on February 2nd, and the second daughter, Alilia, who was able to do so with May, was on February 28th, and, moreover, sometimes her first birthday, and Linos' tension had been a little strange for about three days now.

"Zundadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad Haah!"

Also, Linos, in some mood while singing a strange melody with his nose, writes at the dining table. At the foot of such a linos, a Yochiyochi walking child hangs around.

"Elilou. Aliliar."

Linos holds them both up on her lap as she calls out her daughter's name.

"Eryl, Alilia. Don't interrupt my dad."

"Fine, Rico. It's not a rush, it's okay."

"Well, but..."

Reluctantly worried about Rico, Linos is lifting his two daughters and giving them away. These days, the two daughters were starting to walk from standing on their feet. Those daughters, Linos doesn't get cute. These days he is holding the kids when he touches them when he stops by.

"Linos... Not too spoiled..."

"What are you talking about, Rico? Anyway, when I grow up, they say," I don't like it because I smell like Dad. "You don't know how long these kids are gonna let me hold you, do you? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh maybe i can get a girlfriend at about 5 years old If that happens... No, wait, Eryl's already engaged to His Majesty's son, His Highness Arrows. If so, how many more times can you hold this girl? If you think so... I'll give you a hug! As long as time and strength allow, give him a hug!

That's what Linos said, leaving the dining room with the kid in his arms.

"Linos..."

So groaning, half-assed, Rico smiles at the look. And turn your gaze to the paper that Linos was writing. There was a menu of meals to serve for Eryl and Alilia's birthday.

"... so much to make, who eats it? Four Curse Charolets? What are you going to make?

What Rico thinks. Plus, suddenly the dining door opens and Linos enters.

"Rico! Rico! Eryl talked to me!

"Well..."

"Earlier, Thousand, I said! Eryl, say it in front of your mom one more time! Come on, come on!

Linos is urging Eryl with a full grin. Eryl, by contrast, is pointing a pocan face at Linos.

"Look, Eryl"

"... as it were"

"Huh?"

"Mom."

"Well, Eryl, you can talk to your mom now, right? It's great! That's clever!

Rico throws a full laugh at Eryl, who is in Linos' arms.

"Linos, it's Eryl's birthday tomorrow! Celebrate in a grand way! Tomorrow I'll cook a meal with more on my arm!

"Oh, no, Rico... I'll have that... sciyaki tomorrow..."

"I'll take care of it. In addition to Skiyaki, I'll make a lot more! Pallis! Ferris! Luara! Sidi! Soleil! Come here for a moment!

Linos laughs bitterly when he sees Rico on his own tense.

"I didn't expect Rico to hazy more than me. That's unexpected. Still, Eryl is amazing. Wouldn't it be quicker to speak at the age of one? What, is Alilia going to talk soon? You're both growing well.... Whoa, Rico, take that big pot out, what are you going to make? This... looks like you should call not only the Chiwans and Roni's tomorrow, but also the Lafayens and the Knogens."

Linos thought of the members he would invite tomorrow, holding Eryl and Alilia.

A meadow covered in a silver world on one side. Suddenly a tent village emerges in it. A tent is erected around the two lodges, so as to surround it, not only in the meadows, but also in the woods across the river. The sight of approximately thousands of tents lined up in the snow could be described as somewhat unusual. In addition to that, buildings similar to similar lodges are about to be built in places everywhere.

In one of the rooms of the lodge in the heart of its tent village there is a severe silence flowing from earlier. At the table there are several bishops sitting side by side, and in that deepest chair sits a girl and a boy. Their gaze was directed at the man just standing at the entrance to the room. The man's clothes were exhausting, his feet covered in mud, and his face had a dark colour of fatigue.

"I didn't know the people moored off the coast of Galby couldn't come to Agarta... What does that mean?

It was Vieille who uttered the word. As usual, he smiles, but his voice is mixed with anger.

"We can't land in Galby. As a result, ships from Silenai, Naraibutsu, Kathuatarlo, Hoeins, Zachari and Gaylan will once again be pulled back to their countries."

The eyes of the bishops, beginning with Vieille, open wide. One of them, the bishop Kofresi opens his mouth as he swallows his spit.

"Why? Why are you pulling up on your own without our orders!

"There was a cannon water outbreak in Galby. Since then, the water on the river has increased and we can no longer come up the river. That's why we don't get supplies from Galby. I made a huge detour from Ramaron to this point, but I spent a lot of time crossing the river because the Irvej River was getting more water. It is impossible for a believer to cross that river. Not to mention a carrier full of supplies crossing... Besides, the king of Agarta is once again being entrusted..."

"Dedicated?"

"There seemed to be a divine commission that believers should not be gathered together. I believe Galby's cannon water was for failing to keep that announcement."

Vieille's face is frozen. In the meantime, Kassel speaks up.

"After all, isn't this country still under the influence of the Great Demon King..."

I can't help but think that Kassel does. To tell the truth, all the plans initially put in place by the Vieilles Crimeanas had been frustrated and were now being pushed into a hitterless situation.

Initially, they planned to create a settlement near the capital of Agarta, where migrants from the Crimean country would gather. With overwhelming quantities, the city is quickly built in just a few days to show off the national power of the Crimean nation. And with luxurious funds along with abundant food, he was trying to buy up food in the capital of Agarta and create a situation of temporary food shortages.

The Irvej River increases in spring. Even though that would be temporary, Agarta's logistics lags behind. Anticipating that time and buying up food can, albeit temporarily, cause anxiety to the people of the capital. For once, he is an Agarta people who was ruled by the Great Demon King, experienced civil war, and had bitter juices. The diocese will provide food aid for the sake of its skirmishes, which I suspect will happen again. Increase people's interest in Crimeanalism, especially by providing generous support to believers. If we then preach Crimeanalism, it will lead to the acquisition of many believers. That is how we increased the number of believers throughout the land of Agarta, and it was a formula to eventually take over Agarta.

This was in a way that could also be described as a constant means of Crimeana. Follow the anxiety of the people and increase the number of believers by resolving it. I didn't even hate to dare cause disasters and disturbances for that. Thanks to this, Crimeanalism has grown steadily to become a nation based around the world.

But Agarta was different. In the capital of Agarta, where he went out to preach at first, Crimeanalism was not even applied to his teeth. There's enough food, a strong army, and plenty of money. And above all, all the people of the capital trusted Linos, the king. Even with all sorts of anxieties, including the Great Demon King and the plague, the Bishop was bound to return such a response.

"Master Linos is here. It's okay."

"They're all good guys in this country, so it's okay"

One bishop and others were drunk by a dreadfully thin man, half-walled in one despite this midwinter.

"You idiot! Whatever you believe, don't lure people into Temeer's believing god Sama! You're a jerk! Temee!"

The fact that large quantities of supplies do not arrive, loaded on moored ships off the coast of Galby. Furthermore, the divine trust from Crimeana that the faithful should not be gathered, that Linos had heard. Vieilles, for the people of Crimeana, there are events ahead that can be described as distress, but the Vieilles do not yet know it...