Leave a Comment / Reincarnation into a barrier master / By IX
Vielle couldn’t comprehend the scene before her. Where was this place? Why was King Agarta here, and who were these soldiers? However, she quickly regained her composure and began analyzing the situation with the shrewdness inherited from her grandfather.
Perhaps the information about Count Liberg protecting them had leaked to the outside. King Agarta saw this as a perfect opportunity to eliminate the count who didn’t obey him and had entered this mansion. If that were the case, they wouldn’t be held captive. Instead, by defending the count who had protected them, her reputation would rise. Furthermore, by spreading the tyranny of King Agarta, who had entered this mansion, they could tarnish the reputation of the country and the king, and even provide an excuse for the Church to invade.
“Huh? Where is this…?”
Just as Vielle was about to complete her analysis in her mind, she suddenly heard a voice. It was Kassel’s voice. She slowly got up, and at that moment, a surprising sight met her eyes.
The scenery in front of her was the view of her own room in Crimeana Village, which she had always seen.
“This is… Count Liberg?”
With widened eyes, Vielle looked around. Then, she noticed Kassel, who was also looking around in confusion.
“Kassel…”
“Big sister… This is… Count’s mansion, right? When did we get here?”
“Both of you seem to have been having pleasant dreams. Count Liberg? There’s no one like that in Agarta, right?”
Upon hearing the man’s voice, both of them trembled and stared at Linos, the source of the voice.
“Well, it seems like you both had a good rest. Did you have good dreams? Anyway, I’ve delivered that priest over there. This guy lacks proper education. Let’s start manners and etiquette from scratch. I was worried because this priest kept saying ‘big sister, big sister,’ but he seems to be doing well. You can rest easy. Well, I’ll take my leave then.”
As Linos turned on his heel, the door opened, and soldiers brought in a stretcher. Upon closer inspection, there was a young man with purple spots on his face lying on it.
“Ah… ha… ga…”
The man shivered and opened his mouth wide, holding his throat with his hand. Seeing this, Linos spoke.
“Oh my, it looks like you’ve been infected with Luroans, haven’t you? Poor thing, you’re having a seizure, aren’t you? It must be painful. You seem quite young. It’s a pity for a young person with a future to die in front of me. Let’s heal you right away.”
Linos’ speech was devoid of emotion, delivered in a monotone manner, as if he were reading from a script. Moreover, he stumbled in the middle of the speech. Linos didn’t seem bothered by the poor delivery and calmly knelt in front of the man, placing his hands on the man’s body. After a while, the man started to regain his breath, and the purple spots on his face disappeared. Linos and the others watched this process, then slowly got up and left the room.
Vielle and Kassel, with bewildered expressions, watched them depart. Shortly after that, a foul smell that had become particularly intense in recent days began to permeate the room. This smell gradually brought them back to reality against their will. Just a moment ago, Bishop Murak, who had brought Linos, was calling Vielle’s name, but she couldn’t hear him. She staggered to her feet and, with trepidation, opened the door to the adjacent room, then quickly closed it. Leaning against the door, Vielle stood still, her breath ragged. What she had seen were the two bishops who had died with purple spots all over their faces. And she remembered that these two were the cause of the foul smell in the room.
Just five days ago, while offering prayers in this room with Bishop Jolina, a loud noise had come from the adjacent room. Peering into the room, they found the youngest bishop, Luwalogue, lying on the floor with his eyes wide open.
Jolina rushed over to assist, but Luwalogue didn’t respond. This scene, which had become frequent in the village over the past month, was pushing Vielle to the brink. Luwalogue, who didn’t move a muscle, Jolina desperately calling his name, and herself—all three had purple spots appearing all over their bodies. Vielle, in particular, had them not only on her body but also all over her once-beautiful face, transforming it into a grotesque mask.
She couldn’t bear to look at that sight and, retreating, turned toward the portrait of Crimeana, the chief deity. There, she began to pray fervently. The disease they were afflicted with was undoubtedly Luroans. Those with purple spots were certain to die, and they could die suddenly, at any moment.
This disease was contagious. Touching the dead by those unaffected by the disease was strictly forbidden due to the risk of infection. As a result, in the village, those who fell ill were quarantined, and those who weren’t were evacuated deeper into the forest. However, even at the evacuation site, the disease continued to spread, and soon the village was filled with those bearing purple spots. The villagers did little more than consume minimal meals, spending most of their days in prayer. And so, Vielle and a few bishops also became infected, returning to their life in the lodge.
Those unaffected by Luroans weren’t allowed to touch the dead, as there was a risk of contracting the disease. Therefore, in the village, those who fell ill were buried, but as the number of deceased grew, the villagers began to leave the bodies, devoting even more time to prayer. Consequently, a foul stench filled the village, and the situation grew even worse.
Even the esteemed medical team from Crimeana, brought in from the homeland, was helpless in this situation. There wasn’t a single beastman in this village. Believing that Luroans was transmitted through beastmen, they were at a loss in this situation.
In such circumstances, the deaths of many faithful believers were imminent, and they didn’t know when it would happen. Contact with the homeland was maintained periodically, but at this time, the Ilvezi River was flooding, and no rescue could be expected. This was evidenced by the fact that no envoy had ever visited from the homeland. Even if the Church mobilized its resources and sent skilled physicians and medicine, no one knew if the current situation could be improved.
Vielle, overwhelmed by the fear that she might die at any moment today, desperately continued to pray. If she didn’t, she felt like she might go mad.
How much time had passed? When she came to, it was already dark. There was no one around. She called Jolina’s name, but there was no response. She cast a light spell to illuminate the room and peered into the room where Luwalogue had fallen.
There, lying beside the lifeless body of Jolina as if in repose, was the sight that met her eyes. When she glanced upward, there was a mirror reflecting her own face, now covered in eerie purple blotches.
“No…ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
As if the pent-up emotions had finally burst forth, she screamed. She desperately called out the names of her grandfather, her father, her mother, and her younger cousin Kassel. But no matter how loud she screamed, no one answered. She was truly alone.
And then, she continued to pray. She prayed relentlessly, without pause. Morning came, and the bishops came to check on her, but she paid them no attention, focusing solely on her prayers. She felt that if she stopped praying even for a moment, her life might come to an end.
How much time had passed? She maintained the same posture, her consciousness growing hazy. She felt like she might faint several times, but the overpowering stench of death that pervaded the air prevented her from losing consciousness. She wished she could just pass out and escape from it all, but the foul odor kept her tethered to reality.
When she was on the verge of madness, she suddenly heard a voice calling her name. Startled, she turned to see an unfamiliar man standing there. Upon closer examination, she realized it was King Agarta, Linos.
Instantly, she felt the need to compose herself and maintain a dignified demeanor in front of him. But as she tried to address him, she glimpsed her own left hand, covered in countless purple blotches, and remembered her grotesque appearance. Instinctively, she hid her disfigured face. Then, her consciousness faded away.
What were those five days in that mansion? Had her illness not been cured? These questions raced through her mind. But the scene before her eyes was undeniably the environment she had endured all this time. The stench of death mingled with the moldy odor, the damp air, and the soggy clothes. Moreover, black mold grew everywhere. In the adjacent room, the bodies of two bishops were decomposing.
Would she have to return to that life? Live in constant fear of death, never knowing when it would come? Endure the terror and discomfort? As she pondered this, her eyes landed on the man who had been treated by Linos earlier. He looked bewildered. When their eyes met, she was propelled outside as if by some unseen force. There, she saw King Agarta, Linos, surrounded by many afflicted worshippers. The nauseating stench assaulted her senses, vividly recalling the nightmares she had endured.
“Wait!”
Unconsciously, she cried out. Linos froze in his tracks. She clung to his pants, her white clothes covered in mud, crying uncontrollably. Linos slowly turned his face toward her without moving.
“Please! Please help me! I beg you! Please, please! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Help me! Please, help me!”
She screamed and wept. She had cast aside her status, dignity, and elegance, behaving like a sobbing child.
“Sister…”
Seeing her like that, Kassel stood there dumbfounded. Vielle continued to sob, clutching Linos’s pants with her head down. Linos sighed and, with a gentle smile, addressed the people around him.
“Could your Crimeana help you? Show me your divine protection.”
In response, Vielle shook her head vigorously, muttering, “No, no…” Kassel, on the other hand, stared at Linos in disbelief. The villagers watched the scene with bated breath, their eyes fixed on Linos.
Linos slowly scanned his surroundings, noticing that everyone was covered in the purple blotches. With a sigh, he turned back to face Vielle and Kassel.
“I’m willing to help you. It’s likely that you’re afflicted with Luroans. I can probably remove those purple blotches, but it would mean denying yourselves. Denying the Crimeana faith itself. Are you okay with that? It means your Crimeana might not have saved you, but is that acceptable to you?”
Vielle, her face filled with fear and tears, looked up at Linos. At this point, she had no analytical thoughts left, no strategies to formulate. She simply cried and shook her head, unable to speak.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Leave a Comment / Reincarnation into a barrier master / By IX
Vielle couldn’t comprehend the scene before her. Where was this place? Why was King Agarta here, and who were these soldiers? However, she quickly regained her composure and began analyzing the situation with the shrewdness inherited from her grandfather.
Perhaps the information about Count Liberg protecting them had leaked to the outside. King Agarta saw this as a perfect opportunity to eliminate the count who didn’t obey him and had entered this mansion. If that were the case, they wouldn’t be held captive. Instead, by defending the count who had protected them, her reputation would rise. Furthermore, by spreading the tyranny of King Agarta, who had entered this mansion, they could tarnish the reputation of the country and the king, and even provide an excuse for the Church to invade.
“Huh? Where is this…?”
Just as Vielle was about to complete her analysis in her mind, she suddenly heard a voice. It was Kassel’s voice. She slowly got up, and at that moment, a surprising sight met her eyes.
The scenery in front of her was the view of her own room in Crimeana Village, which she had always seen.
“This is… Count Liberg?”
With widened eyes, Vielle looked around. Then, she noticed Kassel, who was also looking around in confusion.
“Kassel…”
“Big sister… This is… Count’s mansion, right? When did we get here?”
“Both of you seem to have been having pleasant dreams. Count Liberg? There’s no one like that in Agarta, right?”
Upon hearing the man’s voice, both of them trembled and stared at Linos, the source of the voice.
“Well, it seems like you both had a good rest. Did you have good dreams? Anyway, I’ve delivered that priest over there. This guy lacks proper education. Let’s start manners and etiquette from scratch. I was worried because this priest kept saying ‘big sister, big sister,’ but he seems to be doing well. You can rest easy. Well, I’ll take my leave then.”
As Linos turned on his heel, the door opened, and soldiers brought in a stretcher. Upon closer inspection, there was a young man with purple spots on his face lying on it.
“Ah… ha… ga…”
The man shivered and opened his mouth wide, holding his throat with his hand. Seeing this, Linos spoke.
“Oh my, it looks like you’ve been infected with Luroans, haven’t you? Poor thing, you’re having a seizure, aren’t you? It must be painful. You seem quite young. It’s a pity for a young person with a future to die in front of me. Let’s heal you right away.”
Linos’ speech was devoid of emotion, delivered in a monotone manner, as if he were reading from a script. Moreover, he stumbled in the middle of the speech. Linos didn’t seem bothered by the poor delivery and calmly knelt in front of the man, placing his hands on the man’s body. After a while, the man started to regain his breath, and the purple spots on his face disappeared. Linos and the others watched this process, then slowly got up and left the room.
Vielle and Kassel, with bewildered expressions, watched them depart. Shortly after that, a foul smell that had become particularly intense in recent days began to permeate the room. This smell gradually brought them back to reality against their will. Just a moment ago, Bishop Murak, who had brought Linos, was calling Vielle’s name, but she couldn’t hear him. She staggered to her feet and, with trepidation, opened the door to the adjacent room, then quickly closed it. Leaning against the door, Vielle stood still, her breath ragged. What she had seen were the two bishops who had died with purple spots all over their faces. And she remembered that these two were the cause of the foul smell in the room.
Just five days ago, while offering prayers in this room with Bishop Jolina, a loud noise had come from the adjacent room. Peering into the room, they found the youngest bishop, Luwalogue, lying on the floor with his eyes wide open.
Jolina rushed over to assist, but Luwalogue didn’t respond. This scene, which had become frequent in the village over the past month, was pushing Vielle to the brink. Luwalogue, who didn’t move a muscle, Jolina desperately calling his name, and herself—all three had purple spots appearing all over their bodies. Vielle, in particular, had them not only on her body but also all over her once-beautiful face, transforming it into a grotesque mask.
She couldn’t bear to look at that sight and, retreating, turned toward the portrait of Crimeana, the chief deity. There, she began to pray fervently. The disease they were afflicted with was undoubtedly Luroans. Those with purple spots were certain to die, and they could die suddenly, at any moment.
This disease was contagious. Touching the dead by those unaffected by the disease was strictly forbidden due to the risk of infection. As a result, in the village, those who fell ill were quarantined, and those who weren’t were evacuated deeper into the forest. However, even at the evacuation site, the disease continued to spread, and soon the village was filled with those bearing purple spots. The villagers did little more than consume minimal meals, spending most of their days in prayer. And so, Vielle and a few bishops also became infected, returning to their life in the lodge.
Those unaffected by Luroans weren’t allowed to touch the dead, as there was a risk of contracting the disease. Therefore, in the village, those who fell ill were buried, but as the number of deceased grew, the villagers began to leave the bodies, devoting even more time to prayer. Consequently, a foul stench filled the village, and the situation grew even worse.
Even the esteemed medical team from Crimeana, brought in from the homeland, was helpless in this situation. There wasn’t a single beastman in this village. Believing that Luroans was transmitted through beastmen, they were at a loss in this situation.
In such circumstances, the deaths of many faithful believers were imminent, and they didn’t know when it would happen. Contact with the homeland was maintained periodically, but at this time, the Ilvezi River was flooding, and no rescue could be expected. This was evidenced by the fact that no envoy had ever visited from the homeland. Even if the Church mobilized its resources and sent skilled physicians and medicine, no one knew if the current situation could be improved.
Vielle, overwhelmed by the fear that she might die at any moment today, desperately continued to pray. If she didn’t, she felt like she might go mad.
How much time had passed? When she came to, it was already dark. There was no one around. She called Jolina’s name, but there was no response. She cast a light spell to illuminate the room and peered into the room where Luwalogue had fallen.
There, lying beside the lifeless body of Jolina as if in repose, was the sight that met her eyes. When she glanced upward, there was a mirror reflecting her own face, now covered in eerie purple blotches.
“No…ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
As if the pent-up emotions had finally burst forth, she screamed. She desperately called out the names of her grandfather, her father, her mother, and her younger cousin Kassel. But no matter how loud she screamed, no one answered. She was truly alone.
And then, she continued to pray. She prayed relentlessly, without pause. Morning came, and the bishops came to check on her, but she paid them no attention, focusing solely on her prayers. She felt that if she stopped praying even for a moment, her life might come to an end.
How much time had passed? She maintained the same posture, her consciousness growing hazy. She felt like she might faint several times, but the overpowering stench of death that pervaded the air prevented her from losing consciousness. She wished she could just pass out and escape from it all, but the foul odor kept her tethered to reality.
When she was on the verge of madness, she suddenly heard a voice calling her name. Startled, she turned to see an unfamiliar man standing there. Upon closer examination, she realized it was King Agarta, Linos.
Instantly, she felt the need to compose herself and maintain a dignified demeanor in front of him. But as she tried to address him, she glimpsed her own left hand, covered in countless purple blotches, and remembered her grotesque appearance. Instinctively, she hid her disfigured face. Then, her consciousness faded away.
What were those five days in that mansion? Had her illness not been cured? These questions raced through her mind. But the scene before her eyes was undeniably the environment she had endured all this time. The stench of death mingled with the moldy odor, the damp air, and the soggy clothes. Moreover, black mold grew everywhere. In the adjacent room, the bodies of two bishops were decomposing.
Would she have to return to that life? Live in constant fear of death, never knowing when it would come? Endure the terror and discomfort? As she pondered this, her eyes landed on the man who had been treated by Linos earlier. He looked bewildered. When their eyes met, she was propelled outside as if by some unseen force. There, she saw King Agarta, Linos, surrounded by many afflicted worshippers. The nauseating stench assaulted her senses, vividly recalling the nightmares she had endured.
“Wait!”
Unconsciously, she cried out. Linos froze in his tracks. She clung to his pants, her white clothes covered in mud, crying uncontrollably. Linos slowly turned his face toward her without moving.
“Please! Please help me! I beg you! Please, please! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Help me! Please, help me!”
She screamed and wept. She had cast aside her status, dignity, and elegance, behaving like a sobbing child.
“Sister…”
Seeing her like that, Kassel stood there dumbfounded. Vielle continued to sob, clutching Linos’s pants with her head down. Linos sighed and, with a gentle smile, addressed the people around him.
“Could your Crimeana help you? Show me your divine protection.”
In response, Vielle shook her head vigorously, muttering, “No, no…” Kassel, on the other hand, stared at Linos in disbelief. The villagers watched the scene with bated breath, their eyes fixed on Linos.
Linos slowly scanned his surroundings, noticing that everyone was covered in the purple blotches. With a sigh, he turned back to face Vielle and Kassel.
“I’m willing to help you. It’s likely that you’re afflicted with Luroans. I can probably remove those purple blotches, but it would mean denying yourselves. Denying the Crimeana faith itself. Are you okay with that? It means your Crimeana might not have saved you, but is that acceptable to you?”
Vielle, her face filled with fear and tears, looked up at Linos. At this point, she had no analytical thoughts left, no strategies to formulate. She simply cried and shook her head, unable to speak.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
