Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

"... ready"

The order moved tightly and withheld from me, bowing his head. Honestly, I don't really feel like it. I just have a bad feeling about it. Nothing, I don't have a feeling I'm in danger for my life, but I don't know what... You remember that feeling, even though you didn't do anything wrong, like being summoned to the staff room by a gym teacher.

Lacker was being taken right around the corner. I don't even have to use sign detection and magic detection. I knew right away that he was here. I don't know... Feel the signs of a beast. I guess that's the same for the soldiers. When the lacquer came nearby, the soldiers who were holding back beside me were so eager to ask around.

I sigh and lift my heavy hips. Behind it, Matocal follows. Honestly, I want to hug the mato. I'm sure it will heal. I want to calm down and confront him once, but that's just how she won't shake her neck vertically.

Worst of all, do you want to tie the line that gave him the effect of erasing the signs... With that in mind, I moved on.

Surrounded by a white curtain, Lacker refrained. The king meant that the ropes and the like had not been struck, crude but sitting on a chair. There were soldiers around him, just so he could move on to the attack as soon as he had orders.

When I met him, the look on Lacker's face changed in an instant.

... To be honest, it looked like ignorance itself. I couldn't even feel the pieces of intelligence, he looked blunt.

No, wait. He is a king for once. Lord Idiot does have one, but I hear this man has done quite a feat, he's quite a man. Better not make too unsolicited decisions...... Yes, I tell myself.

Sit back on a seat that was prepared in advance. Looking down at my seat, Matokal and Kunogen, who were holding back right next to me, take their seats. Rufana doesn't look like him because he's in charge of security for this attraction. She's behind the curtain, just behind the lacquer, watching this one.

"In the King of the Kingdom of Subcliner, His Highness Subcliner Epas Lacker III, are you sure?

Kunogen asks in a quiet voice. Lacker nods slowly as he stares at me.

"The fort of Hyama is the territory of our country. Let me explain why you were attacked without any notice."

To Knogen's inquiry, Lacker shook his body.

"To start a fight, no reason, etc."

"Ho."

"I take it away because I want it. That's all."

"You are the King of the Kingdom of Subcliners, while at the same time assuming the position of Military Officer of the New Crimean National Army. Is this military action in response to the intentions of the Christian nation of Crimeana"

"Don't ask me not to come down"

……

"They will know best that my actions have not received the intentions of the Christian nation of Crimeana…, Mr. Vieille"

Kunogen has slowly turned his gaze to me. I don't hear any more of this.

"I am King Agarta, Birtham Darke Linos. I think this battle was a truly unfortunate one. Our soldiers suffered zero damage, but some of your soldiers lost less lives. I extend my deepest condolences to them."

"I didn't know you could offer condolences to the soldiers of our country who died, despite being enemies... Thank you."

That's what Lacker says and lowers his head slowly. At that moment his body moved pickly.

……

"Lady Lacker, what's going on?

Kunogen speaks to the lacquer, who has stopped moving at all. But he remains silent.

"Dear Lacker..."

"Now he can't move. I've made a connection."

"Dear Linos..."

"If there's a gap, he's trying to grab me. It's a little cumbersome, so they let me take my freedom. Don't worry. I can move from neck to neck."

Take my word for it, the lacquer slowly looks up. The eyes were red and cloudy.

"You're a nasty man, you are."

……

"My condolences to the dead soldiers? You're laughing at me. He moved his army with his own desire, and let the sentence, the soldier's life, be lost. You took me in your hand, and you converged this battle without losing a single soldier. Come on, it'll be refreshing."

"Not really."

"Kill."

"What?"

I'm telling you to kill him.

"Um..."

"I no longer have any hope of living. I can't take your life. No matter how I lift up, my suffering will never go away. Then I want you to bury me with your hands."

"Don't say anything unsolicited. I got caught up in you and Vieille's story. This one's a good nuisance. I'm telling you, you just took my life, and I don't think Vieille's heart will move, okay?

"Well, is that because you are completely depriving Lady Vieille of her heart?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not interested in Vieille. No, rather, as much as I want you and Vieille to do well. But... Vieille doesn't mean much about you... what is it? Something that can't be helped, at all. Neither do I. I don't know you very well, so I can't guess. I ask you, if you could go out with Vieille, what would you do to Vieille?

Lacker keeps his eyes on me, silent. My breath is getting rough.

"Wow, I..."

"Huh? What?

"I want to hug"

"To?"

"Hugs... you know, little, soft... I want to hug that fluffy body as much as I want. I want to hug as much as I can. I want to keep hugging you."

"Um, hey, man... that's not what I meant..."

"I can't let you go. I can't let you go until I'm dead. Give me that beautiful face... my lips... I want to spend hours sucking... I want all that beautiful skin to be mine. Clean the shaped, brilliant breasts... the skin without any cloudiness, the buttocks, the legs, the arms, the whole body with my tongue every inch of the way. Don't let it belong to anyone... Make everything mine. And until you die, no, you serve beside Lord Vieille, whether you die and come to the Lord God or are reborn. Protect my future forever, my Vieille... Make my Vieille happy."

Listening to lacquer makes me feel bad, not too obsessed. You had these emotions in your belly...... It's about that Vieille. He must have felt so thin. This man, too, would have held that desire in front of Vieille, but he probably had no perfect control. I'm sure she hated this man because the atmosphere she drifted was passing on to Vieille. Women are sensitive to that kind of atmosphere.

Secondly, turn your gaze to the matocal you are holding back next door. She is calm herself, with a pale expression, looking at the lacquer.

"Ugh... His Holiness the Pope... Dear Vieille... Dear Vieille..."

When he realized it, Lacker was beginning to weep in tears. A big man like sumo wrestling, crying like a child...... What a scrupulous work, but its purity to be able to like people so far, I also feel precious.

"This is tough. This disease is hard to cure."

"Sick? Is this king suffering from a disease?

Matocal reacted to my words. I see it was pretty unexpected and have a surprised look on my face.

"That's right. Sick. That's pretty serious, too."

"What's your disease name?

"It will be decided. Love annoyance."

Matokal slowly took his gaze off me...