Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

"Wow..."

I accidentally leaked my voice to the sight in front of me. So much so that the city's defense system called Dorga was perfect. Brilliantly arranged moats and walls...... Breaking this down is arguably the hardest business.

Now I was crossing Illimo's back, overlooking the city of Dorga from above. Naturally, we have boundaries around us, and I'm glad to say that we don't have to worry about our enemies discovering us because we have the effect of assimilating them with the colors of the sky there.

Nevertheless, the more you look at it, the more splendid a fortress it is. The enemy said they made this up in a week. It's the first job I've ever done that I've ever said of heaven and sky while my enemies were at it. Having such a competent sorcerer is supposed to be quite a threat in itself, but somehow, in my mind, I had a desire to see such a good sorcerer once and for all, more than those emotions.

No, no, I'm in the middle of a fight now... That's how you push and kill the emotions that gush as you tell yourself.

"Hey... tickle..."

Suddenly I hear voices. This is a matocal. She's sitting in front of me, running a crunchy pen.

Initially, I was gonna go on this Dorga reconnaissance by myself. But Matokal, who saw me cross Illimo, told me he was coming too.

"Just look at Dorga...... is it?

"What is it, Matto, is there anything else?

"Don't you share that information with everyone?

"Yeah? What do you mean?

Matokal, if you ask, said he had been trained in scouts during his military years and had experienced them many times in action. In doing so, he was thoroughly taught to report exactly what he saw to his superiors.

"When you are alone, the person's emotions and values can go in and they can't convey accurate information. For that reason, reconnaissance is fundamental."

Sure enough, I thought Matocal made sense, and she put it on Illimo's back, too, and flew for the city of Dorga.

"Don't fall, Mato"

"It's okay."

I squirm as I hug her from my back. Matocal puts a piece of paper on the board he held in his hand, where he photographs the city of Dorga with a pen.

"... you're good"

"The skill of writing down what you see is imperative as a soldier"

With that said, she paints the city landscape handily. At first I drew on the rough, but from there I apply my hands a little bit. Then a stunning picture emerges, as if it had been photographed.

"... sorry. I hope you don't shake it."

Matocal whining to no one. Did Illimo adjust his wings when he heard that voice? It was shaking up and down, but I stopped doing it perfectly. I accidentally hug her, too.

"Master Linos, it's okay."

She has a bitter laugh as she says that. I slowly put my jaw on her shoulder and began to observe the city of Dorga in front of me so as not to disturb her.

... the more you see, the more stunning the fortress. If I were you, how would I attack? No, you can't attack me. That's where the moat and the walls are. Placing bows and arrows and magicians over there will eat crucible fire. If you don't attack with the rest of the army, it's hard to break through. In that sense, Lysen was right in a way to request 100,000 reinforcements. One of the maneuvers would be to ask for numbers and attack them from all directions, waiting for the fatigue of the soldiers inside. Although Lysen wouldn't have thought that far. It's just too much sacrifice. We should not take that operation. And, how do I attack it?

I don't know what to say, watching this fortress captures a strange feeling. At any rate, there is an unspeakable appeal that will make you want to take down this fortress. If possible, I want to take the lead and cut into this fortress. And you make me want to try and make this place fall at all costs.

"Horrible."

Matocal mutters quietly, as if to embarrass my excitement. I just move my eyes and stare at her, holding her in my arms.

"It's a brilliant fortress. You can call it a hard attack. This is the noise of blood as a soldier"

"After all, so is the mato?

"No, I would have used all my intelligence, all my abilities, to try to drop this fortress. But I don't feel that way right now."

"Well..."

"Because I've had a child...? Blood makes noise, but now it's stronger the thought that it shouldn't be attacked"

With that said, she carefully nostalgic for the Dorga painting she was painting.

"You shouldn't have your hands on that fortress. It is plain, but there will be no other way to surround the fortress with a large army, seal off the sea, turn down food and let it dry in the sun. On top of that, the best thing to do is to make sure your enemies have insiders."

"I see. It sure is."

"I just have another plan"

"Well, what?

She doesn't respond to my question, slowly turns her gaze to me and looks me in the eye.

"Give me the skills of Lord Linos... and I will be able to return that city to ashes in an instant."

"Ah."

Indeed. Now, for example, if I attack with all my might from Illimo's back like this, that city will lose nothing in an instant, and I'm confident I will. But the idea that you shouldn't do it intuitively also depends on me.

"That's better not to do too much"

"I think so, too. This time, I think we should keep Mr. Linos' skills completely secret."

"Why not?

"Woman's, the one who says Kang."

"Ugh. Actually, I was thinking the same thing. I'm glad Mato thought the same thing."

That's how I kiss her cheek. Matocal leaned down, turning his face bright red. That look is really cute.

Let's go home.

"No, just give me a minute"

"What's up?

"Well... another fort would be built, wouldn't it? I think we should take a look at it again."

"Oh, you said it was done overnight."

"I've come this far because of you. You've never been over there to see it."

"Right."

I'll tell Illimo to head west. She immediately sensed my intentions and pointed her wings in the western direction.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess Master Linos had a lot to do too..."

"No, I don't mind. I just wanted to hold my tomato like this for a while."

"Ugh..."

Matocal leaned down again as his face turned bright red. And gently put his hand on Linos' hand, which is placed on his own belly.

Illimo's wings travel over the sky at high speeds. The two sweet times did not last long, and Matokal raised his face again and looked at the sight spreading in front of him.

"... it's a tough fortress here too"

Matocal was roaring in his heart. Because there was no less defensive posture laid than the city of Dorga we saw earlier. She forgot me for a moment for that too brilliant.

"That's more than I expected. Perfect work here, too."

Linos squeals without telling anyone. Matokal nods slowly as he tickles his breath on his ear with that voice.

"I didn't know we had to fight a country with two of these fortresses... that's a pain in the ass"

"If you attack Dorga, they'll poke you in the back from the soldiers in this fortress. Attack this fortress and you will be attacked from Dorga...... Surprisingly, pulling out Dorga once and for all with a big army might work the other way around."

"Dear Linos..."

"I know. The only way to attack is to be unhappy. Well, I don't know what to do..."

"Dear Linos... that... breath in my ear... tickles me..."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And I was wondering if you could make a photograph of this fortress."

"Wow... ok. More so, I intend to. Just... stop breathing in my ear. I'll be unable to concentrate."

She took the paper out of her nose again and began to draw the fort in front of her. Despite telling me not to, she was still going to run the pen, tickling Linos' breath that hit her ear.