Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

After that day, Albe disappeared from the house. He took with him the money his father had left him and some poisons that had been stored for research.

The death of the poisoner, Loos Kuenz, was a great shock to the Banalist empire. However, the greatest concern of the empire was averted by the appointment of Quenz's apprentice, Kismi, as the poisoner.

Within the Reich, there were more than a few people who were worried about the missing Albe. However, none of them insisted on actively pursuing his whereabouts. And after a month had passed since Albe's disappearance, there was no one left to think about him.

Then he suddenly appeared in the neighboring Matograph Empire. He appeared before Mas Aeon, the regent of the empire, speaking his father's name and claiming to have a top secret story to tell. He interrupted Aeon's formal expression of condolences for the death of his father, Loos Kuenz, to speak quickly.

"Poison has been introduced into this country. If we don't do something, we will be in trouble.

Mas Aeon was more than a little upset by the suddenness of the conversation, but he did not show it and calmly asked Albe.

"Is it a poison ......? Specifically, what kind?"

"It's a poison that kills a lot of people."

"Oh."

"I can make ...... an antidote to that poison."

Who in the world would bring such a poison to our country?

Salme.

"Salme?"

"who was a student of my father's."

"Why does this Salme ...... want to bring such a poison into our country and kill people?"

"That's ...... anyway, that man is trying to do evil in this country. If left unchecked, many people will die. We have to make an antidote soon. But we need money for it. I need you to prepare 500 gold pieces to make the antidote.

"......I am a little perplexed by this out of the blue. What would be the antidote to the poison, if it were to be released in our country?"

"That's something I can't explain to you, ......, a layman."

"I see. ....... You were told that if the poison was sprayed, many would die?　And if so, we need to make a lot of that antidote, don't we?"

"Yes. That's why we need the money.

"I see. I understand. But it must be very difficult for one person to make a large amount of the antidote. We have excellent apothecaries in our country. I will send them to you. Together with them, you will make the antidote. Of course, we will provide the funds.

Albe denied Mas Aeon's proposal. He stated that this antidote could not be made without him. When Mas Aeon asked if it was possible for someone with a certain level of knowledge to produce the antidote if a manufacturing method had been established, Albe raised his voice to refute the question.

"Don't make me say the same thing over and over again!　This antidote can only be made by me!"

With that, Albe got up, kicked his seat and left the room.

He left the Mas Aeon compound and headed for the border of the Matograph Empire. He walked straight to the south, looking back again and again.

As he walked, he was thinking about how he could make money efficiently. Probably, he would be easily defeated by the way he was taking it like Mas Aeon. If he was not careful, he might be suspected and lose his life. What should we do to avoid such a situation?

"We have to do it.

Looking back, Albe mutters to no one in particular.

He wanted to live freely. He wanted to live his life the way he wanted, without anyone telling him what to do. This is something that everyone thinks at least once, but it requires a certain amount of effort, ability to convince others, and a certain amount of luck, but Albe never took any of these things into consideration.

My life so far has been one of oppression and criticism. I was not allowed to do what I wanted to do, and I was angry at myself every day for trivial things. When I had my mother and grandfather by my side, I still had someone who understood me, which was a relief. But my mother is no longer with us, and my grandfather and those who served him have been kept away by my father. The despair he felt at that time could not be described in words.

From then on, he had to live in constant fear of his father's eyes. He did not like his father. His father, always poised and tall. A father who wore wrinkle-free clothes and behaved gracefully and elegantly at home. I could not stay by his side for more than five minutes.

I knew well that my father did not care for me. He thought of me as an ungrateful son who could not do what he taught me as he taught me. I understood that very well. But Albe had a point.

When he was in front of his father, he could not stop shaking. He tried his best to control it, but he could not stop his legs from shaking. My father looked at me with disappointment. When I was exposed to his gaze, I couldn't help but bend my body forward. The more I tried to act gracefully and elegantly as my father said, the more my body stiffened.

But, you know... I have surpassed my father.

Albe's heart lightened surprisingly at the thought. The poison he had created, even his father could not detect. It surpassed my father's eyes, tongue, and nose, which did not miss even the smallest discomfort. There is no one in this world who can detect this poison.

I will make a lot of money with this poison. Albe thinks about this as he feels the pain in his leg. If we are going to do this, we should make money efficiently. After making as much money as he can, he will go somewhere to hide. And live a life undisturbed. Eat a lot of delicious food, have beautiful women at your beck and call, and live a happy life.

In his mind's eye, Albe sees a scene with many naked women kneeling. His nostrils naturally flared.

At that moment, he hears a few birds fly away behind him.

"Whoa!"

I screamed out loudly and fell down, stumbling forward in the process.

I quickly got up and checked my surroundings. No one was following behind me. But a bird has taken off. The bird would not have taken off if nothing had happened. Perhaps his pursuers are close at hand.

"Hey, what the ...... what the ......?"

He stood up hurriedly and started to run. He wondered who was chasing him. A skilled swordsman or a magician? But whatever it was, he could not die here and now. He ran further south, struggling with his aching legs.

After running for a while, he could see the lights of the city. He ran toward it as fast as he could.

He arrived at a small town. The square was crowded with people and many stalls were set up. Albe approached one of the stalls.

"Come in!"

"Ha, ha, ha ......"

What's going on?

Where am I?

Yes, adventurer?

Where am I?

"It's Arava."

"Arabah ......"

We were halfway between the two neighboring countries. There is still a long way to the border.

"There's an inn there.

The man who owns the store squares his jaw with a snap. Albe staggered toward the inn.

He stayed in the cheapest room in the inn. He nails the innkeeper to never tell anyone that he is in the inn and to never let anyone near the room, and falls onto the bed without a care in the world.

My legs still hurt. I must get out of this country as soon as possible. ....... With these thoughts, his consciousness slowly faded away.