Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

"Hey, I see Galby's harbor!"

Celluloit woke up with the bow shouting. At night, I could hardly sleep, and despite being able to finally rest before dawn, I was woken up in a small amount of time. She wakes up looking daunted, sighing.

How wonderful it would be if this were my bedroom. With that in mind, I teach myself what I'm thinking stupid. We can't go back.

Out of the corner of my head, I can't stop thinking about Mataka. How is she doing? Such thoughts blur my head.

The two friends made sudden progress. In fact, it was a good difficulty that Mataka approached Celloit and only unilaterally satisfied that desire, and that love was through to both of us in flattery. But Mataka whispered, "Excellent" or "I've never seen a woman like this before," as if to speak to herself, in her ear, where she couldn't do anything and just held the sheets of the bed tight and closed her eyes. For Celluloit, the word was honestly a pleasure.

"Hold you and your heart will calm down. You are the one I need."

Mataka uttered such words to Celloit, who wipes away all things done and overflowing tears. While there were shocks that turned out far from the romance I had imagined since I was a child, the joy of what someone needed filled her heart.

Then Celluloit stole his parents' eyes and began to overlap Mataka and Matse. In proportion to the number of meetings, Mataka's demands increased, but Celloit accepted all of them. That was her love.

"Without your body, I must not live"

On the way home, Mataka was bound to squeal that way in her ear as she hugged Celluloit's thin body. Will I ever hear that word again? What will Mataka do now that she has been completely separated by her father's hand? Though I have tried to wonder if I would be in any trouble, there is nothing I can do about it now. There was nothing celluloid could do.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. We'll see you on arrival!

From outside the room, I could hear the stately voice of the bowman. Celluloit rushed to get his stuff ready and left the cabin behind.

"Lady, please go. Please return soon."

A bearded bow lowers his head deeply as he shows his white teeth and makes a smile. Celluloit, courtesy of Odood, went off the ship with his sleaze.

From Galby to the capital of Agarta, you can travel by carriage. Celluloit began to think about what was to come, with a stunning view from the window of the car.

It's the first time I've made it all. People I meet for the first time, my first environment...... I'm not sure I can do it well at all. I'm sure you won't be able to get out of the room any time soon. If that happens, it's going to ruin Agarta's reputation all over the world. The damage will be immeasurable. There is no doubt that the reputation of the Grand Duchy will fall to the ground. My father, of course, annoys my uncle the Grand Duke......

I'm sure you'll never be able to go back to your hometown again.

Think that far, Celloit is stunned. I should have talked to my father and mother more. When I left the port, my mother came to the cabin secretly and told me to only take care of my body, putting on my shoulder the stall I had taken care of. I sincerely regretted not saying a word of thanks to that mother, but just snorted silently. At least I should have said thank you......

When you can't get out of the room, you have to die. At the very least, as the daughter of the Duke's family, I must show you my shameless death as the Grand Duke's niece. Celluloit turned his gaze out the window, shaking his body. The sunlight that appeared on the mountains was all over me.

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"... what do you mean"

While distorting his expression, it was Mataka, the Cardinal of the New Crimean Nation, who was tongue-in-cheek. He was searching for the whereabouts of Celloit, but was dismayed to learn that the destination was Agarta.

I was going to carry things perfectly. Already, it was a celluloid I thought I'd put under control, but I never thought my father's duke or uncle's grand duke would evacuate her.

Everything was going according to plan. Mataka herself, this was the first time Koto had carried it so well. So when I found out about Celluloit's trip to Agarta, there was a big shock.

Her posture turns her head. Any order, she accepted only as a promise. He is vividly reminded of twisting himself in embarrassment while making his eyebrows into the letter (c). She was a very good slave to Mataka.

But things were driving him into distress. The fact that he contacted Celluloit significantly harmed the Grand Duke's heart certificate was more obvious than seeing fire. Without doubt, the Grand Duke will move towards the elimination of Crimeanalism. If that happens, we have to think about what to do.

At the same time, we must also respond to the fact that Celluloit has made its way to Agarta. It doesn't just mean we went out to see the mountain. I'm going as the Grand Duke's envoy. Naturally, our own activities in Crimeana in this country will be noted and we will be carrying a letter begging for support from Agarta. In that case, Mataka will be completely cornered.

... from King Agarta, under the Pope's Holiness, this fact will undoubtedly be told.

It's about Pope Vieille. I'm sure it will change all the cardinals in the Grand Duchy of Foral. Because that's the quickest solution. And send in a new Cardinal. In that case, I will be flown to the most endless country in the world. Going back to the Church Capital Aphrodite is never going to happen again...

Mataka shakes her head and tries to forget what she's been thinking. What should be done to avoid such a thing? He tries to switch between his head.

... celluloit. If only he could handle it.

In Mataka's mind, the blackening thoughts overflow with muck. If we don't even see King Agarta, we'll figure it out. It will take the Grand Duke to get rid of us, but we have a wedge in this capital. Joining forces with those who believe in Crimeanalism makes it possible to hold out for a month or so. In the meantime, if we contact our own country and ask for reinforcements, it will also be possible, on the contrary, to take control of this country.

Mataka stood up slowly, going to the corner of the room, trying to squat there and lowering her hips. Removing the slab on the floor, the bottle was removed from under the floor. There are a number of small black spheres packed inside. When he took one of those grains out of the inside, he returned the bottle and fixed the slab on the floor back to normal.

When I went outside, a black cloud was covering the sky. It still looks like it's going to rain. Mataka looked abominably at the sky, but eventually, she began to dig the ground with her shoes.

Eventually, about a large hole was dug into the ground. He put the black ball he had in his hand in it, with his index finger out, and started chanting.

...... Bow.

A flame heads to the ground from Mataka's index finger. Then, from his digging hole, a black smoke rose. This was a signal that something urgent had happened at the duty station. However, this was often perceived as an act that represented a low degree of ability to solve oneself, and was recognized within the Church as a declining act of appreciation.

"... I can't replace my belly on my back"

Mataka shrugged in a small voice, staring at the mockingbird and rising smoke. He himself had consolidated his sad readiness in his belly......