Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Vieille doesn't understand the sight in front of her. Where am I? Why is King Agarta here, and who are these soldiers? But she immediately regains herself and begins analyzing the situation with the pity of her grandfather's concession.

Perhaps there was an external leak about the Count of Liberg who protected us. King Agarta has stepped into this mansion just saying that he had a great opportunity to chase down the Count who did not obey him. So, if there is, we will not be imprisoned ourselves. Rather, sheltering the Count who protected us increases our reputation. On the contrary, by bragging about the tyranny of King Agarta, who has stepped into this mansion, we can discredit this country and the king, and we can also create pretexts for the Patriarchate to attack.

"Is that it? Is this...?

When Vieille was about to complete the analysis in her head, she inadvertently heard a voice, this voice is Cassel's voice. She gets up slowly. At that moment, the sight of surprise caught my eye.

The view that was spreading in front of me was a view of my own room, in the village of Crimeana, which I had always seen.

"This is... The Earl of Liberg...?

Vieille looks around as she gazes open her eyes. And Cassel's sight caught his eye as he sighted around him, similarly wolfish.

"Cassel......"

"Sister...... This is... in the Count's mansion? When the hell?"

"We both seemed to have fun dreaming, most importantly. Who are you talking about, Count Liberg? There's no such thing as a guy in Agarta, is there?

Listening to the man's voice, the two shook their bodies in dismay, gazing at Linos, the Lord of their voices, as they opened their eyes.

"Well, you seem to have slept plenty, I'm glad. Have you had a good dream? I can't believe I sent that kid over there. He's not educated. Again, let him redo his manners from Ichi. I was worried because this kid said sister, sister, but you look good, right? I'm relieved. Then I'll be rude with this, okay?

When Linos turned his heels, the door opened and the soldiers brought in a stretcher. If you look closely, there was a young man on there with purple spots on his face.

"A... ha... ga..."

The man is shaking his body, hands on his neck and mouth wide open. Seeing as that happens, Linos opens his mouth.

"Oh, my God. You're infected with Le Lois, aren't you? I feel sorry for you. You're having a seizure! Oh, oh, that would be painful. From what I've seen, you must still be young. It's a bad dream for a future young man to die in front of you. Let's get you cured."

A line turning without discouragement, like a bar reading line, without feeling any emotions. Besides, I'm on my way to Cane. Linos doesn't look depressed by such a performance, he kneels pale in front of the man and touches his body. After a while, the man began to respirate as he raised and lowered his shoulders. If you look closely, purple spots are disappearing on its face. Linos and the others saw how it was and slowly rose up and went out of the room.

Vieille and Cassel looked stunned and then dropped him off. Immediately after that, there is a stench that has gotten particularly bad here lately. The smell brought both consciousness back to reality in response. Now, Mourac, the bishop who brought Linos, is calling the name of Vieille, but it does not reach her ears. She stood up and opened the door to the room next door, dreaded, and immediately closed the door. With the door behind her back, Vieille's breath is disturbed as she stands in such a way that it leads. What she saw was the figure of two bishops, desperate with purple spots all over her face. And I also remembered that these two were responsible for the stench in the room.

Just five days ago, when I was offering prayers with my bishop Jolina in this room, there was a loud noise of Don, in the next room. Peeping into the room, Luwarog, the youngest bishop, was falling with his eyes wide open.

Jolina rushes over and intervenes, but there is no response from Luwarog. Frequently seen in this village this past month, this sight was rapidly hunting down Vieille. Luwarog, who doesn't even move with Pickle, Jolina, who desperately calls his name, and himself. All three have purple spots appearing in their bodies. As far as Vieille was concerned, her body originally had purple spots all over her face, turning her neat and beautiful face into a creepy monstrous face.

She is unable to gaze at the sight and, lagging behind, turns to the portrait of Crimeana, the Lord God. And so I began to offer my prayers with all my heart. The disease we now suffer from would be Le Rowans. Whoever has purple spots will surely die. And it's suddenly falling and dying.

The disease is contagious. At the discretion of the doctors, measures had been taken to ensure that those who developed were trapped in this village and those who did not, were evacuated further into the forest. But those who developed even in their places of refuge followed, and the village was filled with purple spots. The villagers eat a minimum meal. Others were starting to spend the majority of the day praying. And Vieille and several bishops were also infected with it, returning to their lives in the former lodge.

Touching the dead by those who had not developed Le Lois was strictly forbidden because they were at risk of contracting the disease. For this reason, in the village, those who developed the disease were burying the dead, but as more people died, the villagers began to leave their bodies unattended, and even more, to devote time to prayer. As a result, death odors had developed from all over the village, causing an even worse environment.

Nor did the proud group of doctors of Crimeana, who had been brought from the country, manage this situation at all. There is not a single beast man in this village. I believed the Le Lois infection would mediate the Beast Man. They were just confused by this status quo.

Under such circumstances, the death of many believers is surely imminent, and, moreover, we do not know when it will happen. The country is regularly contacted, but the Irvej River is flooded at this time of year and no relief can be expected. In evidence of that, because there was never a messenger from his own country who visited him. No one knows if this situation can improve now, even if the diocese has sent excellent doctors, medicines, to name a few.

Vieille continued to pray desperately today as she was about to be crushed by the fear that she might soon die. If I didn't, I would have gone mad.

I wonder how long it's been. The area was already dark when I realized it. There is no one around. She calls Jolina's name, but she hasn't heard back. She lit up the room by chanting the magic of the lights, and peered into the room where the dreaded Luwarog was falling.

There was the figure of Jolina, desperate in such a way as to accompany Luwarog. And when I lifted my gaze, there was a mirror, and I saw it there, my own face with a creepy purple spot appearing on one side of my blue and white face.

"No!!!!"

She screamed, as if what she was enjoying had exploded. Desperately my grandfather, my father, my mother, and my cousin Cassel, who would be in a nearby village. But no matter how many calls or screams, no one, nothing, answered me. Exactly, she was alone.

Then she kept praying. I kept praying indifferently. In the morning, I did not respond at all to the Bishop's call to see how things were going, I just repeated my salvation and prayer. Many times the bishops tried to put Vieille to rest, but she resolutely continued to ignore it. The moment I stopped praying, I didn't feel like my life was about to end.

How long has it been? A hazy consciousness that remains in the same position all the time. I almost fainted over and over again, but because of the death odor that gradually became stronger, my consciousness was never lost at the critical point. How easy it would have been if I could have stunned like this. But the intense smell that drifted did not allow her to sleep, further aggravating her to the fear of death.

When I was on the verge of such a frenzy, I could inadvertently hear myself calling my name. When I turned around unexpectedly, I saw an unfamiliar man there. If you look closely, it was what King Agarta Linos looked like.

Instantly she thought she had to be resolute about Linos. At that moment I tried to respond to him, my left hand, with countless purple spots, caught my eye and I remembered my own ugliness. Instinctively, she hides that changed face. And that's where her consciousness broke off.

What were the five days in that mansion? Didn't your disease heal? Such a question turns my head. But the sight in front of me was exactly the environment I had endured to this day. Mold smell drifting with the stench of death, stiff air, and softly damp clothing. Besides, there's black mold growing everywhere. And in the next room, the bodies of the two bishops, who are beginning to rot...

Do we have to go back to that life again? You don't know when you're coming. You live a life waiting for death? Are you going to endure fear, discomfort? When I thought about it that way, I saw in her eyes the figure of a man who had just been treated by Linos. He looks at Vieille blindly. The moment I met him, she was popping outside, like she was bounced by something. And there was the figure of King Agarta, the rear of Linos, and the followers invaded by many diseases, who stood up to surround it. And the smell of poking your nose. The stench vividly reminded the back of Vieille's brain of the nightmare she had endured by eating up her teeth here.

"Wait!

Vieille was screaming unconsciously. Linos' movement stops. She turns to that back, screaming desperately.

"Please! Please! Help me! Help me! Please! Please!

Linos doesn't move with his back turned. Vieille runs down the stairs of the lodge as she tumbles down, clinging to Linos' feet.

"Please! Help me! Please! Help me! Help me! Help! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Help me! Help me! Please uhhhh!!!!

Screaming and crying Vieille. There was a girl there crying like a child, with the status of the Pope's grandson, her taste, her elegance and everything.

"Sister..."

Seeing as it is, Kassel stands up as if he is dead. Vieille is still crying as she grabs the hem of Linos' trousers, muddy her white clothes. Linos sighs, slowly turning his face and turning his gaze alternately with Vieille and Cassel at his feet.

"Can you, Master Crimeana, help me?

With a gentle smile, Linos opened his mouth. When he heard the words, Vieille shook his head in tears.

"Will you dwell in this land, paradise? And will your Crimeana protect you, even in the Great Demon King's Class disaster? Now it's time for me to see it. Thank you for your help."

Vieille is shaking her head in small pieces whining that she doesn't want to...... Cassel looks at Linos with a rough breath. And around it was the figure of the inhabitants of the village of Crimeana, who would sit back and watch.

Linos looks around slowly. All of them have purple spots. Sighing at the look, Linos slowly turns back on his heels and turns back to the Vieilles.

"Can I help you? It's probably Le Lois you're suffering from, isn't it? I don't know if that will heal completely, but I can eliminate that purple spot. But it will deny you yourselves. You're going to deny Crimeanalism itself, but you still don't mind? The point is, your Lady Crimeana wouldn't have saved you, but that's okay, right?

Vieille looks up in horror and sees Linos. There was no longer any thought left on this girl to analyse this situation and take measures. She just had to cry and keep raising her voice without being heard.