Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

From the next day, in one corner of the capital, the city was opened by the Crimeanas.

It wasn't a massive city thing, it was a so-called outdoor shop, and it didn't look very good, but it was sold a lot of sun-dried food, including things like rice and wheat. They were sold for a broken price, and the stores in the vicinity that saw it did not hide the upset.

The inhabitants of the capital initially guarded the stores of Crimeana, and only a few approached them. However, when it was found that the goods sold there were of a commensurately good quality, people began to visit them little by little, and a month later, the shop was thriving.

When this happens, the nearby shops will have endless customers. To that end, the store side was to be pressed to choose whether to drop the price ready for the deficit or, if not, close it.

The store didn't hold hands either. They had formed a commercial union whose organization had a deep connection with the nobles of the Grand Duchy. They appealed to the powerful nobles and asked them to eliminate Crimeana's shop.

The nobles attempted various obstruction efforts against Crimeana, but the glitch ended in failure. The obstruction was also attempted as a last resort, but it was also lightly eliminated. They were attacked with swords and the like as they moved, but despite their bare hands, they beat the tyrants to death without their skin.

Such movements had been gradually reported to Taste, the Grand Duke. Crimeana gradually gathers trust from the people of the capital. Furthermore, those given gold by Crimeana were actively buying goods in nearby stores, and no longer the store side could maintain the stores without them. To put it, this country had, in a sense, been held to the root of food by the Crimean nation.

Grand Duke Taste finally reinforced his sense of crisis. With this as a shield, this country will have to obey that patriarchal state if it is forced to come up with a challenge from the Crimean state.

... We have to do something to get rid of them.

Taste thought so in his heart, but when it came to transferring it into action, he stepped on two feet. Already, the Crimeana people have gained popularity from the people of the capital. Eliminate these people and they will lose the trust of their citizens at once. In that case, this country will be a civil unrest. It will be exactly what Crimeana ordered. Perhaps, multiplied by the turmoil in this country, Crimeana will launch a soldier to occupy the country and make it his own. That used to be the usual means of Crimeana seen in all the countries of the world.

What should be done to avoid interference from the Patriarchate? The Grand Duke of Taste assembled those who were the Lord of the Principality for a countermeasure meeting.

Unsurprisingly, the meeting was dominated by opinions to secretly eliminate Crimeana. Among other things, the Marquis of Fanst had made a hard claim to it.

"There are measures. All you have to do is bury the people of Crimeana, without anyone understanding. Hey, all you have to do is tell the people that once they all returned home because of an emergency in Crimeana's own country. Leave it to me. It is lost in the shade of the night and I will immediately put a kata on it and put it in for you to see. Some of you can maneuver a ship, even if it's moored, to my hands. If we bring the carcasses of Crimeana's men into the ship, and leave it straight offshore, and sink the ship there, there will be no evidence left."

The Marquis of Fanst was a house with the role of overseeing the Duchy Army. The marquis is confidently chested. For this reason, many of those gathered agreed with the Marquis' opinion. The Grand Duke tried to urge anyone else to have an opinion, but no one answers.

"... Um"

It was the Duke of Hertz, the brother of the Grand Duke, who opened his mouth weakly. A man who had always hidden from his brother and lived to be flushed all around him opened his mouth at his own will. Too much, everyone who was on the spot turned their gaze to him.

"Oh, my God, I think this is a big deal."

When the Duke of Hertz takes a breath there, he swallows his gokuli and spit, and goes on to say even more.

"The Marquis says he will secretly rule out Crimeana... It has failed many times. Ugh, I didn't know it would work... I don't think so. If you fail, my principality will perish..."

"I know exactly what you're saying, but what will the Duke say?"

Marquis Hertz, distracted by the opinion of the Duke of Hertz, opens his mouth bitterly. Without any eye contact with him like that, the Duke of Hertz goes on to say even more.

"However, we seek support from other countries…"

"Please wait, Duke. My Principality has not received support from any country for the last hundred years. Everything you need in your own country has been covered in your own country. It hasn't bothered any other country...... Isn't this the pride of our principality!

One nobleman stands up and claims. The majority of nobles gathered in that opinion are nodding. But the Duke was not frightened at all.

"Now, can we afford just to feed the people, in this principality?"

Everyone is silent on the word.

"Hey, all right."

The Grand Duke opens his mouth in a heavy tone. He turned his gaze to the Duke of Hertz, who was odding as he leaned down.

"You said support from other countries? Specifically, where do you need help?

"Oh, it's Agarta"

"Agarta......"

"Because, all over the world, it's only possible to get rid of Crimeana's interference..."

"That's enough."

The Grand Duke blocked the Duke of Hertz's opinion, closed his eyes and silenced.

The Grand Duke knew exactly what his brother was going to say. Agarta is one of the world's leading food producers. Moreover, it provides countries damaged by volcanic eruptions with seeds that bear fruit, even on lean lands, free of charge. Moreover, King Linos of Agarta is said to have an extremely warm personality while having the strongest army in the world. Besides, he also has a track record of being able to retreat from Crimeana's interference. If this country is going to tie the knot now, it's the one you hit and put on.

When the Grand Duke opened his eyes, he turned his gaze again to the Duke of Hertz.

"And even if I say I want support, it's not for free. What are we offering Agarta?"

……

"What's up, Hertz?

"... um, I'll take my daughter Celluloit, to Agarta, to the hostages, do it, do it"

To the words of the Duke of Hertz, the Grand Duke lost his words. And I could understand why my usually oligarchy brother was making aggressive remarks at this time.

… do you want to protect your daughter, Celloit?

My brother, the Duke of Hertz, was a man who cared about his family. Among other things, he had spared no love for his only daughter, Celloit. For the Grand Duke, the celluloid who was his niece, resembling his father, was oligarchy, not trying to get too much on the table, but of an introverted character in one way or another. Nevertheless, the decency caused by being meticulously raised from his parents and the intelligence that overflowed from his body adequately represented that this daughter was one or other person.

The celluloid had a shadow of a man recently. The opponent was a man named Mataka, Cardinal of Crimeana. A man with cool eyes, who at first glance looks good to people...... That's where Celluloit and the Duke meet at night.

This had been reported to the Grand Duke internally by the wife of the Duke of Hertz. Meanwhile, the Duke, at the Mansion, had accidentally overheard a startling conversation between Mataka and Celloit.

"Celluloit, my orders are absolute. Can you swear obedience?"

"I swear."

"You will be my slave."

"Welcome."

Um, my warm, sweet daughter, I didn't know that was happening... When the Duke heard the words, he was stunned and at the same time a small flame burned with melameras in his heart.

... Whatever you do, you have to save your daughter.

The strong thought moved the Duke, who was a grown man. The small move of this weak man will save this principality of the aftermath, but such a thing had no reason for this petty duke to know...