Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Vieille woke up slowly. My throat was dry and I couldn't open my eyes for some reason.

"Mi... water..."

In the darkness, I was finally able to squeeze out my words. The inside of my mouth is also dry. I can't talk well. On the contrary, you can't even close your mouth. Looks like my jaw is falling off.

Why on earth...? I've never heard of jaw coming off while sleeping. But if you spent the night with your mouth open, this thirst is satisfying.

... I have to call my doctor, Dr. Samturn.

When she thought about it, Vieille realized that her body was completely immobile. Your arms and legs don't move like they were tied up. After a while, only the neck moves a little.

Vieille desperately tries to open her eyes to see the status quo. But her eyes hardened as if they were glued, and she didn't move. Still, she tries to open her eyes as she slowly swings her moving neck to the left and right.

At last, my left eye gradually opened up. It was an incredible sight that jumped into my eyes.

There were fires everywhere in Aphrodite, the city that Vieille built with his soul. It also appears to be burning gradually, and the flames appear to be heading towards this papal shrine little by little.

... why on earth?

She asks around slowly, disturbing her breathing. A ship thought to be a military ship buried off the coast. No wonder some country has invaded this Aphrodite. No, that's impossible. This Aphrodite defense system is perfect. Vieille notices happily when she thinks so. That's right. The Subkriner Kingdom, led by Lacker, is out of control. So I had no choice but to enslave the Grand Duchy of Faure. What happened to that country? I bet you sent an envoy...

As she thought about it, Vieille realized that her body was floating in space. What happened was, when I asked around, I noticed that something like a cross was hitting me with both hands and feet and hanging from the walls of the Pope's Temple. Looking closely at her, the servants, who were the Lord, were likewise crucified and hung near her. Everyone doesn't move like a doll.

When I noticed it, I noticed that my clothes were torn to pieces. The underwear was peeled off and the shaped breasts and lower body were completely visible. There is something like blood on my thighs and ankles somehow. What the hell happened...

I don't feel anything painful on my body. Rather, I have no sense of the body at all. Looks like she's been babbling.

"Fufufufu, hahahahahaha...."

The old man's pleasant laughter echoes. Whose voice is it? Vieille feels nostalgic about his voice. Looking for the source of her voice, I noticed soldiers with black armor at her feet looking up at us. And in the center, I found two men dressed in white.

A fat body. Bald head. And the beard... It was Vieille's grandfather, Juvancel Sein.

"Ohh... uncle, sir..."

He desperately squeezes out his voice, but he doesn't seem to hear it. My grandfather nodded with satisfaction as he looked up at Vieille. And then another man, dressed in white, who was standing next to him, entered his eyes.

"Ka... Kassel!?"

Why is Cassel here? He must have fought it with his own hands. And my grandfather, too. They both certainly took their lives with these hands. Why...? Vieille's head is confused.

"Sister. Nice look. Besides, even with such a pathetic figure, your sister is still beautiful. If this were the case, I should have enjoyed it more...."

While listening to Castle's words, Vieille gradually regained her memory. Yes. When I was reading the report in the office, I was suddenly ambushed by soldiers. Castle was leading the soldier. Cassel suddenly pulled her down on the spot thinking she had grabbed Vieille's hair with a lowly smile on her face. And he took off his clothes without saying anything, and he himself became naked.

After that, there was only a fragmentary memory, but Vieille certainly became a comfort to all the soldiers who were there, below Castle. Cassel continued to smile at Vieille, who continued to be ravaged by soldiers.

Sister

Castle's voice returns to me. As always, he has a lewd smile on his face.

"Now, it's time for real fun. I won't let you go anymore, sister."

I don't want to. Who are you? I still have a lot to do. Not yet. Not yet...

At that moment, my body became lighter and the landscape changed. My whole body was wet with sweat. It's the usual bedroom. It was a dream...

Vieille slowly and carefully grips her hands to make sure her body moves. I also try to move my legs. You can move freely.

As she calms her breath, she touches the inside of her body without any problems.

"Are you awake?

The sudden voice of a woman makes Vieille tremble without thinking. When I saw it, there was a maid, Sariela.

"Water....."

Sariela moves and pours water before her words are finished. Vieille got up, received it, and swallowed it all at once.

"Phew...."

Sariela's hand slowly stretched. Vieille gives her the glass she had. Immediately, a glass of water is served again. Drink it slowly.

"Thank you."

"Yes...."

Sariera received the cup respectfully and refrained from waiting for the next instruction. But Vieille just turned a glance at her and thought she'd come out of bed as usual, walked out towards the window and opened it with momentum.

The sun is shining in the morning. Block the light with your hands and gaze at the Catholic capital under your eyes. As usual, it has a beautiful, well-arranged city.

Vieille breathes heavily and deeply. The scent of the tide that came on the wind stream is so refreshing.

"I'll take a bath."

"Yes, I'm ready."

Nodded Sariela's voice, Vieille went to the bathroom early enough. Quickly take off your clothes and look like you're not wearing a thread.

See your body in the mirror from corner to corner. I don't see dirt or stains. It's my usual body. Vieille nodded slowly and began rubbing her body with the towel she had in her hand. As if you were dropping something dirty, you began to cleanse your body more carefully than usual.

When it was over, she went to the office without breakfast. She takes over Aurelie and the Cardinals, secretaries who came to greet her in the morning, and orders her in a slightly stronger tone.

"Call Sir Ron Esrotel. Immediately."

"Hah, hah."

Everyone leaves the room bewildered by the unusual state of the Pope. Vieille murmured in a small voice, alone in a room where no one was left.

"Something... I have a bad feeling. I... can't lose. You can't lose like a grandfather or a cassel...."

Vieille's eyes were getting sharper...