Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Finally, Vieille arrived at the gate of the Papal Temple. However, the gate was still tightly closed. However, Vieille showed no sign of impatience. He is still smiling as if he is confident of victory.

Meanwhile, inside the temple, Ron Esrotel is trying to stand up with a desperate look on his face. The chants of praise for Vieille can still be heard from the plaza.

Looking around, the soldiers are all looking anxious. Meanwhile, reports were coming in one after another from the soldiers who had been sent by the messengers. They reported that Vieille had already arrived at the gate.

"Get the spearmen in line in front of the gate. When they are lined up, open the gate and at that moment, thrust your spears at Vieille. We must choke the woman out!"

"But, Sir Ron Esrotel. With all due respect, Your Holiness, there must be some kind of a barrier. I do not think that the spearmen's attack will be enough to penetrate it.

The young cardinal, who was standing by, opens his mouth. Ron Esrother turned his bloodshot eyes on him.

"Then deploy the sorcerers to provide covering fire for the lancers.

"That will be difficult. Perhaps the wards placed under the Pope's Holy See were placed by the King of Agartha. If so, it should protect against the attack of the sorcerer.

"Enough!"

Ron Esrotel drew the sword at his waist and suddenly swung it wildly. People start to move away from him.

"What a bunch of cowards you are!　You are Crimiana!　You are Crimiana!　Is there no one who will work with me!　If you are a Crimiana, why don't you fight against the Pope who denies you!　You will not wield the blade of justice against a Pope who tries to deny you!　Unless you do that, you will not be saved forever!"

Ron Esrotel yells, gasping for air. He took a deep breath, looked up to the heavens, and again spoke in a calm voice to the soldiers surrounding him.

"Who does not know that the woman who now sits at the gate is a follower of Agartha ......, the nation that has broken the bones of this Crimean Nation? Who among you will stand with me?"

No one reacted to what he said. The soldiers just continued to look at him in amazement.

"Not a single one. Still a Klimiana!　But still, you're a Klimiana!"

Ron Esrother put the sword in his hand in its scabbard, closed his eyes, and looked as if he were thinking about something. When he opened his eyes again, he uttered a voice that sounded like wailing.

"I have seen that you will not stand up for the Crimean Nation!　My dream of a Crimean Nation is gone!　I am here, I am here, I am here to shout the Hail Mary of the Lord God."

He climbed up on the railing of the gate and shouted loudly to the heavens from there.

Hail, Lord Klimiana!　Long live the Lord Crimiana!　Long live the Lady Klimiana!"

He fell to his knees and sank to his knees. His shoulders are rising and falling violently. The soldiers stare at his back with bated breath.

After a while, Ron Esrotel sits up, draws the sword at his waist, and spins around on his heel.

"For Vieille, for that woman, I will wield the blade of justice!　Those who wish to fight with me, follow me!"

With these words, Ron Esrotel started to walk away. He was followed by three young cardinals, but the other soldiers just looked on in amazement.

Vieille, who was standing in front of the gate, had no idea that such a thing was happening in the temple. She stood there for a while, but when she saw that there was no reaction from within the temple, she slowly raised her right hand.

"Be still!　Be still!　His Holiness the Pope has a word!　Silence!　Silence!"

A man standing by Vieille shouts loudly. As if inspired by his voice, the soldiers standing behind him shouted, "Listen to me!　"Hear me! The crowd shouts "Hurrah!

After a while, the people gathered in the temple plaza stopped shouting "Hail Mary" and the plaza became quiet, as if the previous clamor had been a lie. In a loud, clear voice, Vieille spoke slowly to the soldiers inside the temple.

Please open the gate!　If you follow me here and now, I will not ask for your sins. I admit that I was at fault. However, if you continue to resist, then not only you, but also your relatives, your siblings, and even your relatives will have to be punished. I do not wish to do so.

There was no response from within the temple to Vieille's voice. But she raises her voice even higher and speaks to those inside.

Now open the gates!　From now on, we will once again rebuild the Church of Crimiana!　We must all work together to make the Crimean State the vibrant place it was in days of yore once again!　To do this, we need your help at all costs!　Come on, open the gates and join hands with us once again!　Open the gates!"

At that moment, a thumping sound was heard from inside the tightly closed gate. The place was silent for a while, and then the gates of the temple were slowly opened.

No one spoke a word. Just an eerie silence enveloped the place.

Soon Vieille walked slowly toward the temple. Her army followed her toward the temple.

Just after entering the gate, Vieille found Ron Esrotel standing in front of her. He was holding a sword drawn from its scabbard and glaring at Vieille. She approached him slowly and passed right by him without saying a word. At that moment, the soldiers guarding the temple fell to their knees and bowed their heads in obeisance to Vieille.

Ron Esrotel and his followers were pushed to the corner of the road by Vieille's army, which came one after another. As they were being driven into the corner of the road, a soldier came toward them. He came as fast as the wind, without making a sound.

He had a sharp look in his eyes. Ron Esrotel recognized this man.

...... Gillette?

He is the second-in-command of Vieille's SS. However, this man is basically an infiltrator in the enemy's country and is rarely seen in public. So, this man was behind the scenes. ....... If so, it is no wonder that he has been so well prepared.

At that thought, Ron Esrotel snapped to his knees.

He felt ...... no strength in his body. What is this?

In Gillette's right hand was a thin, sharp blade, like a thousand-pound knife. The blade had been precisely placed in Ron Esrotel's heart.

Ron Esrotel fell slowly to the ground. Gillette glared at the young cardinals who were standing behind him, then slowly turned on his heel and left the place with the speed of the wind.

Soon Vieille entered the Papal temple, and on her feet she went to her room.

It was no different than when she had been there. She takes a deep breath and inhales the air. Finally, she was back where she belonged. Such a feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Just then, she hears the sound of footsteps, and a soldier comes quickly approaching her.

"Excuse me, sir!

"What's wrong?"

"The ships of Agartha, Heedata and Sandanj, which were anchored offshore, have started to retreat!"

"Well, ......"

Vieille shook his head slowly, a look of disappointment on his face.