Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

The new residence is a 1L room with about six tatami. I feel a little narrow, but I have absolutely no problem sleeping alone. I feel a little cold indoors. Is heating and cooling... None? I have to check with the landlord. These things can also be described as flavors of living alone. Oh, something, it may sound like a very bad place for the environment, but that's not true. The light that plugs through the window is so beautiful. Watching the light shimmering and changing colors kind of soothes my heart......

I'm sitting on my knees, thinking about that. There's a black wall surrounding me, and I don't know what you're going to do, but when I raise my gaze, I see a window with an iron plaid on top of the wall. The light is plugged in from there, and, well, it can be described as a standard barn. The surroundings are quite dim. Speaking of which, what are you going to do about washing your hands? Is it drooling? It gets dirty when it does, and there's nothing to hide, so in a way, it becomes a complete mass play.

Why am I trapped in this place? I don't like it in there. It was suddenly pulled out of the doke shop without a response. Despite the fact that the Chiwans jumped out and tried to explain the situation, the women, no, to be precise, the woman who pulled me off, had no ears to listen to. Another little woman spelled some sort of spell on the spot without question and ran into this cell. Apparently this is a place made of space magic. But in this space, magic works fine. Earlier, I tried to skip the reading to Côte d 'Ivoire, but I was able to have a good conversation. I just told him not to worry and asked him to skip the readings if anything happened.

The fact that magic can be used means that perhaps the metastatic kingdom can also be used. For once, thinking about trying it, the woman who captured me earlier and the woman who crashed into this space appeared before me. And one of the women comes up quick.

"How do you feel about throwing up?

"Huh?"

"Yeah! Spit it out! Don't throw up! If you don't throw up, you'll ask the Lord's body! Why don't you just throw up? Then that's fine. Yes, Siron! You're torturing this man!

"Hello?"

"Ho, did you notice the fear when you heard of torture? Humph, not as much as your mouth, not as much other love, is it? Why did you grab Hisama? What were you going to do, grab it? Who asked you to? What was his name? Where'd you come from? Yes! Confess honestly! Why aren't you talking? I thought you were willing to talk! Hmm, you lied to me, didn't you? Come on, then, until you get the punishment you deserve! Keep your head cool there for a while until you're ready!

That's what the woman left out and disappeared from the spot.

... Interesting, huh? I'm mad at myself for talking to you on my own.... I'd like to see it again, but before I do, I need you to listen to me first. Wouldn't you come back again?

... Encore, Encore, Encore

With a small clap, whisper I ask for an encore. Then the woman appeared again.

"Bye! What are you talking about? Do you want some? Syron, what does this guy say?

"Uh... Um..."

"Enough! Are you crazy? I guess it went crazy. I guess I couldn't stand the horrors of our manipulation. What else? Yes! No use for such a crazy person, kill him! You're killing me!

... you're gonna kill me.

The woman was prickly angry and disappeared again. One left, a little woman called Siron, sighed one, and slowly looked at me.

"Um... uh... the..."

"Am I going to get killed?

"Uh-huh, Master Zeza... that..."

"Um... I didn't do anything, did I? I didn't do anything..."

"Shiron, stand back"

I thought I had such a voice, and a new woman appeared again. Equipped with silver armor. He was definitely called Hargi, the woman with the sword against me.

"... Lord, you're not gonna throw up"

"No, that's why. It's wet clothes. I didn't do anything. Could you get me out of here?

Sometimes they're women, and I'll be polite. A woman named Hargi looks at me with a frigid face, but apparently, he can talk.

"Wet clothes... which mouth says that? Is there an excuse to grab Hi-sama and run away and get caught?

"No, the minute I opened the door, I bumped into that cowman. I know Dorkie from that store. True. Ask him if you think he's lying."

She's staring at me. Silence flows for a while.

"Lord, who is it?

"What?"

"I tried to appraise you, but you don't know anything"

Appraisal? Skilled? I immediately activated this woman's appraisal skills.

[Hargi (Magic Swordsman - 21 years old) HP: 154 MP: 145]

Swordsmanship LV2 Fire Magic LV1 Wind Magic LV2 MP Recovery LV1 Correctional LV1 Appraisal LV2

... so-so skill. Appraisal LV2 shows some of the opponent's skills somehow. Of course I can't do my skills, like peeking into the human past... but I doubt this woman's words.

"You don't know so much about the appraisal in the first place."

"Say what! We know whether he is good or evil!

"Ah."

Indeed, I feel that distinction can be drawn. I'll give you a thought as to how it went in my case, but at any rate, I feel like I've gone up to LV3 almost every step of the way. Well, if you go through Master Falco's ghostly training, everyone will go up, and if you don't, you're seriously going to die. However, I did find that, thanks to continuing to activate the appraisal on my master, this man is a geezy, horny, dirty man to gold, but not a bad one. That was the same for Eryl.

"No, in your case, aren't you trying to feel my skills? Not really, why don't you narrow it down to whether I'm a good guy or a bad guy and activate your appraisal skills? Do it for once."

Hargi looked frustrated for a moment, but eventually coughed up with Cohon and stared at me again. Wrinkles carve between her brows. And then he opens his mouth slowly exhaling.

"Thinking about a woman?... disgruntled!

"Ah, too bad! It's not far without a hit, but it's rude to be impolite. I don't deny I was thinking about women, but that was thinking about my wives. At this point, I tell you, I love my wives. I don't cheat. I don't think so. Yeah, you don't, do you?... but I've never been over it to be ready. Ehehe."

Why don't you? I said it myself and it lit up. Hargi and Syron are throwing their contemptuous gaze at me as if to see something dirty.

Something strange opened up, so I distracted myself and appraised a little woman called Shiron.

[Silon (Mage - 15 years old) HP: 44 MP: 115]

Water Magic LV1 Wind Magic LV1 Space Magic LV2 MP Recovery LV1 Correctional LV1

I'm 15 and this skill is pretty good. He has a rare skill in spatial magic and so on, and that stretches to LV2. Maybe this kid is talented.

Thinking about it, I hear something noisy. Thinking what it is and clarity of ear, apparently it is the voice of a woman named Zeza, who ordered me to be killed earlier.

"Siron! Where have you been? Ciron!

The voice grew louder and louder, and Zeza appeared from behind the Silons.

"Siron! Still here......! Is that it, Master Hargi? Why is Master Hargi here? Aren't you by your side? Is that me? No, that's not true..."

Zeza moves her face from left to right, alternating between Hargi and Silon. And I got eyes on me in the dungeon.

"Wasn't your Lord... dead? I thought you ordered me to kill him. No, you're not...? Wait a minute..."

Zeza asking herself repeatedly by herself. She thought it was a pain in the ass to think or shook her head hard left and right. And then he stopped the movement perfectly and opened his mouth to look around us.

"No, guys, calm down. Calm down."

... you calm down.