Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Aphrodite, the ecclesiastical capital of the new Crimean nation. This city, united in white, was vibrant at no time.

The reason for this was the revival of "Zimok," a massive personnel change that had previously been suspended. The faithful, who were the Lord from all over the world, will be gathered together to decide who will be welcomed into this Aphrodite and who will leave. A good number of believers had already gathered in the city and presented themselves with liveliness.

The city has been extensively destroyed when the former pope, Juvancel Sain, was debated. As the current pope, Vieille, rebuilt the city, the colour of the city remained white, but its township was transformed from previous clutter into a functional and unifying appearance. A wide and straight path stretching from the harbour to the temple of the Pope. All the heights of the buildings lined up on both sides of it had been unified and turned into stunning views. In addition, the places where the faithful lived were carefully defined, and ideas were devised to ensure the efficient distribution of supplies and the flow of people.

The faithful who came across the sea were surprised to see what was going on in this city. And soon, when he realized that this was the hand of Vieille, he prayed toward the temple where the Pope lived, the god of life in this world.

In fact, Vieille's arms ran out of brilliant words. He was completely grasping the hearts and minds of the faithful scattered throughout the world, as well as plans to rebuild the city. She sent the Cardinal, whom she trusted, to the whole world to brag about the scandal of her former Pope, Juvancel Sein, while at the same time emphasizing the splendour of Vieille herself. She thoroughly provided support to the faithful while spreading those stories to the faithful. In doing so, the followers of Crimeanalism increased and thickened their faith more than before.

The time had come - and Vieille, who had so decided, had declared that he was going to do a zimock for the whole world.

The next day, in the Cathedral of Aphrodite, the Christians were meeting together. They, their gaze, are directed at Vieille, the Pope. Precisely, I couldn't take my gaze off her. So much so that Vieille's beauty was sparkling.

To each and every one of the indulgent faithful, Vieille turns her gaze. When she meets her eyes, some unwittingly take off their gaze, and some even round their eyes. Vieille enjoyed that reaction differently from one person to another while Zimok was taking place.

Jimoke proceeding pale. Back in the time of the previous Pope, the announcement saw reactions in the venue, etc., but this time it could be said that none of them were there. No one spoke of dissatisfaction.

Just when Vieille had finished her eye contact with all her followers, Zimok was coming to an end. And Vieille opened her mouth as if waiting for it.

Two matters were announced from her mouth. The first was to implement the "Society" here, in Aphrodite, two months later. This has bitter memories as a Crimean nation. Many questioned holding it again now. But their concerns were clouded by Vieille's voice.

"Indeed, the prestige of our Crimeana fell to the ground at this previously held Society in Aphrodite. But can that prestige remain lost? I think now is the time for us to regain our former glow. We're all set for that. We have succeeded in developing the special effects of Lyperment's disease endemic among the aristocrats"

A big twist occurs in the venue. Rypartament disease was a disease endemic throughout the world, somehow among aristocrats, which, at the same time being attacked by a severe sense of degeneration, made it difficult for the body, especially the hands and feet, to walk and eventually to die. The clarification of its causes and the development of special effects were urgently needed, but in any country, they did not lead to its development. It was developed by this new Crimean Nazi nation. If this were true, it would certainly have been news that rocked the whole world.

The expectation that the prestige of the past may be restored again fills the venue. Vieille looks at the situation satisfactorily.

"Be quiet! … that society, but you will see national guests from all over the world. Please be free of coarse phases. I shall ask Cardinal Ryagart for that security."

"Please wait!

Suddenly, someone blocked Vieille's words. Block the Pope's words...... For Crimeanas, this is an act of disrespect. But the Lord of the Voice, such hindsight did not make him feel a trace of dust, and when he thought he had left his seat, he entered before the stage where the Vieilles were in line, in grand footsteps. And on one knee, I bowed my respects.

"This is Lady Lacker. What the hell is wrong with you?

The man looks up softly. His height is gracefully over one hundred and eighty centimeters large giant. On his mouth he builds up his jawbeard, and his expression is stern itself. He replies to Vieille's inquiry with a happy look on his face.

"I would like to give this to you."

"No, not at all."

Although Vieille has a soft look on her face, the back of her eyes bears a cold light.

"Dear Lacker, The Kingdom of Subclinner has also been greatly helped by our expedition to the earlier Kingdom of Burreal. I won't bother you again this time."

"No, His Holiness the Pope. My subcliner kingdom has long been at the vanguard of the Crimean National Army. His Holiness the Pope has spoken, and even in the battle ahead, our armies fell prey to the vanguard. In other words, we are an army of hundred wars and smells. There is nothing else to protect the monarchs of all nations without our armies."

In the words of Lacker, Vieille smiles with Nicoli.

"Exactly. There is no other place for us to be at the vanguard of our army. I would like to express my profound gratitude for my contribution to our Church nation over the years. But please rest this time. If you're wrong, you won't get into a fight."

"Then, at least, I know I want to protect you only under the Holy Father"

"Thank you. That's enough. Indeed, if Lacker is with you, your safety will be guaranteed. But what do you think of those in other countries who have seen how it goes? This time we simply hold an academy. There's no need to inspire countries in prison."

Lacker stands up slowly, and still keeps staring at Vieille. Strange silence flows through the venue.

"I am most happy to dedicate myself to this for the sake of His Holiness the Pope. Please, draw my thoughts."

"Understood."

"I will continue to eliminate those who do harm under the Pope's Holiness"

It was a mouthful as if to proclaim it around. Lacker, with all due respect, slowly returned to his seat. Vieille was slowly exhaling as she watched how it was, without anyone being enlightened.

Vieille physiologically hated this lacquer. Looking at him reminds me of a king who tried to assault himself before.

Plenty of fat bodies. Fat face. And the nasal halitosis and body odor...... A man who had no dust to accept as a man. The man made me naked and threatened to rob me of my manipulation. The experience remained traumatic and was still the heart wound of Vieille.

While telling herself she shouldn't, Vieille switched her head as she proceeded with this jimork......