Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Milwa woke up slowly. It's a brisk morning.

She stretches out in her blankets. A sense of satisfaction comes over her that she has slept well.

Bending over, she emerges from the exit to find the morning sun shining on the village. The mountains visible from the village seem to have darker hues, perhaps because the air is clearer. It was truly a refreshing morning.

The warding was much better than I had expected. It was neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was always kept at a constant level inside the ward. It is amazing that such a large scale of wards with this effect have been created. The king of Agartha, Linos, was proving to be an excellent man.

He knew that he had the skill to create wards. He also knew that there was a profession of a warder that utilized this skill. However, according to Milwa's knowledge, a warder is a person who stays close to kings and important people to protect them. They could only warding a few people at most, and the range of warding was limited.

However, if this skill was mastered, the effects could be given quite freely, and it is said that the great warding master Kisuehiro, who lived 1,000 years ago, was able to change the person within the warding. It is said that the excellence of a warding master is judged by the extent of the warding area and how much effect it can give.

The warding village now spread out in front of me has about several hundred wards. Moreover, there are many effects that can be given. These wards are maintained by a single warding master. It was obvious at a glance how good the king of Agartha was. Probably the most god-like skilled king in the history of the world.

No sane person would even think of challenging this king. But Mirwa wanted to outsmart the king with such skill.

Slowly he walks toward the well. There were a few travelers using fishing jars to draw water.

"Are you there?"

An elderly man, who was transferring water from a fishing bottle to a container, approached me. She nodded her head and put her hands in front of him.

The man looked at her curiously, but then he took the bottle in his hand and poured water into Mirwa's hand little by little. She put her mouth close to his hand and slowly drank it down.

"......"

It's just water you can find anywhere. Not particularly tasty, but not bad either.

"This well seems to have been drilled quite deep. I can't see the bottom at all.

The man opens his mouth without telling anyone. Mirwa did not react to his words and went to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he heads for the food stalls around the well.

He buys a loaf of bread stuffed with vegetables and meat and fried in oil. While eating, they look around the well.

It seems that there is not much demand for wells in this bounded village, since those who can use magic can produce water by themselves. However, the well is mainly used by the stall owners and, surprisingly, also by the people who use the village. After a while, a crowd of people gathered around the well.

A very large man, probably a traveler, was pumping water from the well with a fishing bottle and pouring it into a large basin beside him. He repeats the process single-mindedly. The basin is filling up with water.

People crowd around, some drinking from it, some bringing something like a tub to fill it up, and some start to wash their clothes.

Suddenly, they found Albe there. He approached the well at a slow pace, but only wandered around, perhaps intimidated by the crowd.

Mirwa let out a puff of air at him. It was an air bazooka of unmatched accuracy. It seemed to hit him in the cheek, and he fell on his buttocks, clutching his cheek.

He looks around. Then his eyes met Mirwa's. She pointed her index finger at him and motioned for him to come here. Albe stood up with a blank expression on his face and walked slowly toward him.

Is it done?

When Mirwa asked him out of the blue, Arbeh looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face. She kicked him mercilessly.

"You are still a stupid man," she said. Is it done?"

"......"

Albe nodded silently. The man's killing intent was palpable, but Mirwa knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

"Let me out."

Staring at Mirwa's right hand, which he held out to her, Albe opened his mouth in a muffled, inaudible voice.

"I don't have it.

Before she could finish her sentence, Mirwa had left. She looked at the man who was driving the carriage.

"We will leave before noon.

At Milwa's words, the driver bowed his head with a smile on his face without saying a word. She walked past the man and returned to the warding she had just used.

She walked past the man and went back to the warding she had just used.

"Well, let's get going."

Milwa opened her mouth with a big smile. It took longer than expected, but it was inevitable. Normally, we would have left a little earlier, but as we were about to leave, a small old man appeared out of nowhere and gave us detailed instructions to clean up the inside of the house and to throw the garbage in the designated place.

Milwa frowned. Why should such a dirty old man tell him to do such a thing? But behind the old man, there was a large, bearded man looking at her. She understood. This man was no ordinary man.

He was not an opponent she could not win in a fight, but she fully understood that Mirwa herself would suffer a certain amount of damage. She was that much of an opponent.

It was not a good idea to wake him up so early. She did not argue and let Albe do everything she was instructed to do. He was working quietly and willingly.

Looking out the window of the car, I could see many people coming and going in the village. Probably, they were going to have lunch. Perhaps sensing this, the stall owners were also hurriedly moving about.

She got into the carriage with a loaf of bread in each hand, which she had purchased in advance for lunch. She put it on the seat and held out her right hand to Albe, who was sitting in front of her.

"Give it to me."

He silently held out a small glass bottle from his bag. Mirwa took it and began to mumble something.

At the same time, the carriage started to move slowly. The glass bottle in Mirwa's hand floated up in the air. The lid of the bottle came off in mid-air and the liquid inside came out. Albe, expecting it to splash out, winced, but the liquid remained in the air, wriggling around like an amoeba. Meanwhile, the empty bottle is spinning in the air.

Mirwa snapped his jaws at the window. The window opened by itself, and at the same time, the glass bottles and the liquid that had been drifting in the air flew out of the window with great force. As if they had been sucked into the well, they flew up high into the sky, and then, in a large arc, they entered the well.

It was an instantaneous event. The people around the well did not seem to notice it. There was no sign of any disturbance.

"Well, let's see what happens. I'm looking forward to it. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Mirwa continued to belly laugh as if she had lost her mind. Albe did not look at her, but just kept his head down with a blank expression on his face. .......