Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

"Oi, look!　Sprouts!　They're sprouting!"

A man's loud voice echoed through the farms of the Grand Duchy of Foal. At the sound of his voice, the people gathered around him with a rush. Before their eyes, green buds were sprouting all over the field.

"Ah. They sprouted faster than expected!

It was Gon who was shouting with joy, just like everyone else. He nodded his head broadly, smiling at those around him.

"These are butterbur sprouts, aren't they?

Gon pulled his face to the ground and carefully observed what was sprouting. He concluded that these buds were butterbur sprouts. The faces of the people gathered there broke into laughter. The butterbur sprouts looked and tasted like potatoes, grew quickly, and could be harvested in large quantities. Perhaps it would be ready in time for this year's harvest. There was such a sense of hope among the people.

I will go and inform the Grand Duke.

A man said this and mounted his horse. He smiled at Gong and the others, said that the Grand Duke would be happy to see them, and rode his horse toward the Grand Duke's palace. The people looked at him with smiles on their backs.

The people looked at him with smiles on their faces.

At the same time, in a room of the Grand Duke's Palace, Archduke Teisto had a deep crease between his eyebrows. In front of him was a flower in a flowerpot.

"......What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The Grand Duke strokes his beard and mutters to no one in particular.

"The letter thanks you for the kindness you have shown to the Crimeanas in our country.

"......"

A man standing by opens his mouth while alternately looking at the letter and the Grand Duke. As he listens to his words, the archduke is suppressing his rising anger.

......What are you talking about? How can you speak of a nation that not only seduced my niece, Cerroite, but also took advantage of a natural disaster to plunge our country into chaos? We are indebted to you. ....... I have never shown any kindness to you, Klimiana.

He looks at the flowers in front of him. They look like hydrangeas. Underneath it, a surprisingly thick stem is growing. An indescribable, delicious fragrance tickles his nose.

"According to the letter, this flower is called the "Flower of Friendship" and is the treasured flower of the Church of Klimiana.

"The treasured flower: ....... You can't trust what they say.

"Ha. ....... This flower is said to have a wonderful fragrance and a strong life force that does not wither easily. It is said that this flower has the meaning of keeping the friendship with the Crimean Nation for a long time. Moreover, the color of this flower seems to change according to the temperature, and we hope that you will enjoy the change as well. This was written in the letter.

"Colors change with temperature: ....... Doesn't that mean that the climiana can change at any time? Doesn't it mean that although he is now through friendship, he will change his attitude at any time, depending on the time and circumstances?"

"Grand Duke, ...... indeed, that's as far as ...... goes."

"If you look at the history of the climiana, it seems to me that this is true."

"Ha ......"

"In other words, doesn't the meaning of this gift of flowers, like the life force of this flower, imply that our country will be under the control of the Klimiana ...... for eternity?"

"......"

Unable to bear the archduke's sharp gaze, the man involuntarily turned his head away from him.

"Throw away such an unlucky flower at once!"

"Wait, Grand Duke. These flowers are presented with the letter of the Pope. The letter is a gift from His Holiness Pope Vieille himself to our country: ...... If we treat them with disrespect, we may give Crimiana an excuse to make trouble with our country. ......

At the man's words, the wrinkles between the Grand Duke's brows deepen.

Then you can put it away somewhere, anywhere you like. Do not bring such a thing before me again.

The man bows his head in silence at the Grand Duke's words. The Grand Duke continued to speak to him.

"And from now on, say 'me'".

"What?"

"Me," you say.

"Is it ......?"

"From now on, don't say 'His Holiness Pope Vieille' in my presence. Call me Vieille. He is a pestilence who deceives the nation. Such a man does not deserve such an honorific title as Your Holiness. Do you understand?

"Ha-ha-ha."

The Grand Duke makes no attempt to hide his displeasure. To stay with him any longer would be to incur further criticism. Knowing this well enough, he reverently holds a potted flower and leaves the room. The Grand Duke watches his back and clucks his tongue bitterly.

"Excuse me."

Another retainer entered the room in place of the man. The Grand Duke stared at the man who entered without changing his grim expression. The man backed away a little at the sight of him.

"What!"

"Um, I have a ...... report for you."

"Good report or bad report?"

"Good news, sir."

Later.

What?

"If it's a bad report, we may have to deal with it immediately. But if it is a good report, you can ask me about it later.

"Yes, sir."

The man turns on his heel and turns to leave. The voice of the Grand Duke came over his back.

"No, wait!

"Ha."

"I changed my mind. Report it."

"Ha...... hahaha!"

The man stood awe-struck once again, straightened his posture, and turned to face the archduke.

"I have something to report. The seeds that arrived from Agartha have sprouted today.

"What, are you serious?

The Grand Duke stands up with his eyes wide open. The man in front of him scrunches up his face.

"I have seen it with my own eyes. I am sure of it."

"...... I see. It took only three weeks for the seed to sprout. That's the kind of seed Agartha made. And what seeds sprouted?

"Ha. Gon-sama says it must be a butterfly weed.

"A butterbur plant."

The Grand Duke nodded in satisfaction and slowly sat down in his chair again. He closed his eyes and nodded again and again, smiling a little.

"The butterbur will be ready in time for the fall harvest. Maybe we can work something out. ....... Well, thank you very much for your help. You may step back."

The archduke's voice had turned good-humored. The man, relieved to hear this, bowed reverently.

The man bowed reverently, relieved.

"......Well, what is this?"

The one who was shouting in a deranged voice was Passo, the wife of Lil Rain, the Grand Duchess of Foal's chamberlain. She, who loves all things showy, stopped to look at the strange flower that her master had brought back. With a small sigh, Lil Rain placed the potted plant in her hand on the table.

"A gift from the Crimean Nation. Do not treat it roughly.

"Klimiana?　Why did you receive a gift from that country?"

Probably an apology for the incident with Mr. Serloitte. There was no mention of such a thing in the letter to the Pope, though."

"Well, ......."

Passo shows his amazement in an exaggerated manner. Although Serloitte was ostensibly a secret, it had already become an open secret among the gossiping aristocracy.

"Indeed ....... I heard that Serloito had been treated quite well by the high lords of Klimiana. ....... As I recall, she gave them some water ......."

"This is a very rare thing for you to say."

Her husband, Lil Rain, chides her and she involuntarily puts her hand over her mouth. He is still in a foul mood. Trying to change the mood, she looks at the flowers on the table.

"Aren't they beautiful, by the way?

"They say it's called <> and it's Klimiana's treasured flower."

"Well, ....... Well, that's just... And it smells so good.

"A gift from the Pope. It's a gift from the Pope. Treat it with the utmost respect.

I understand. But it smells so good. ......

Passo put her face close to the flowers, twitched her nose, and enjoyed the fragrance. At that moment, an idea flashed through her mind.

......This is going to be a big story, isn't it?

Passo had one certainty. A smile unconsciously appeared on her face. .......