Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

I turned fifteen. This is my second coming of age.

I didn't tell anyone my birthday, so there was no celebration. The exception was when I met Akima, the proprietress of the brothel "Milaya", while I was shopping in the Imperial capital, and she told me that I could come visit her anytime! He even urged me to go. It is hard to go there when people solicit you so openly.

There was one more thing that made me happy. I could make that hotel beef stew that I had eaten once and became addicted to it.

Since I had been going to eat there at a very high pace, the chef remembered my face and we began to talk a lot. I praised his beef stew so much that he shared his recipe and demi-glace sauce with me. This was a world without retort pouch foods. To be able to enjoy the taste of the hotel in my own home... priceless!

After work, I went home, got out a big pot of ingredients, sauce, and lots of meat from the carcass chaloree and tried to make it. I heard that the hotel cooks it down for 12 hours. I followed the hotel's method and simmered it slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.

I simmered it for 12 hours. Adjusting the fire magic, it took until morning, but the stew was finally ready.

That's when the incident happened.

Gon said he was hungry. I had planned to have the finished beef stew for breakfast, but I was hungry, too. While I was going to the dining room to have fried bean curd for the time being.

"Boom! GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The beef stew, which had been almost finished, was now splattering the kitchen with its contents. My time comes to a halt.

"Gaaaahhhh!"

To my surprise, a harpy had invaded the kitchen, aiming at the beef stew, but it was too heavy to fly and overturned the pot. The warding of the house had been deactivated since there had been no demon attacks recently. The map did not show any response. We knew there were demons flying around, but we didn't feel any hostility, so we didn't respond to them. We were not even aware of the demons that were after our food, as we should have been.

Harpy looked at me as if he was mocking me and ran outside. Her arms and legs are in the form of birds, and her torso and face are in the form of a human woman, so I can read her facial expression very well. He is definitely making fun of me. Something burst inside me.

"You son of a b*tc*! I'm going to kill you. ！！！！！！！！"

I climb over the remains of the beef stew, grab a club, and head out. The harpy was flying around the house, but it must have recognized me as an enemy, because it attacked me with its sharp toenails.

"Gaht!

The harpy's attacks are completely ineffective against me, as I am warded. I grab the attacker's leg and slam him to the ground. I slam him down. I hit him.

"PIGGER! Piggy! PIGGER!!!!"

The harpy manages to escape into the sky on the wing. But I break his wings with my club.

"Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The harpy screamed and slammed to the ground, and I just kept hitting it with my club.

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to do that? Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly. I was slowly simmering it down...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harpies are smacked on the head, face, wings, body, and everywhere else. Finally, he got a full swing in the face with a club, like a baseball player, and he blew up.

Harpy seems to be still alive. He's stubborn. As we head for the bottom of the creature, which continues to whimper helplessly, we get a response on the map. I turned around to see dozens of harpies coming from the forest. They seem to be his friends.

Seeing my friends being knocked down, the harpies immediately recognized me as an enemy and attacked me. But it doesn't matter to me how many harpies there are. I'm going to beat them up just like I beat up the last one. I'm going to smash them. I hit them.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

Dozens of harpies fall over, unable to move, their hands and feet pointing in the wrong direction. My anger is not over yet. As I'm thinking of what to do, more harpies are heading this way. Great! I'll deal with them as many as I want!

Dozens of harpies appeared, along with a giant harpy that followed them. The giant harpies let out a terrible cry when they saw the devastation. As if on cue, the people around me began to attack me in unison.

Even a high-ranking wizard or knight would have a hard time escaping this attack. But it doesn't matter to me. I folded their wings and beat them to a pulp just like the others. The giant harpy, well hidden behind the harpies, attacked me with its wind magic. It was a good fight. But it completely ducks and grabs me by the leg.

"Peeeeeeeeee!

He kicks me around with his remaining leg, but he can't do a single scratch on my wards. With my legs still in my grasp, I slam this giant harpy to the ground, breaking its wings, breaking its legs, and finally hitting it full in the face with a full swing.

There were nearly a hundred fallen harpies in the area. I lock them up inside the ward. I cast a healing spell on them all. Then I call Gon to translate my words.

"You can't talk when you're wounded! Even though it's about your people, people are not going to take the time to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down. You messed up my beef stew that I was slowly, slowly, slowly simmering! What are you going to do? Don't think you're all going to die easy!

A strong-willed harpy jumps at me from inside the ward to attack me. I pull him out of the ward and slash him with "Onikiri".

"Peeeeeee! Peeeeeaaaaaaaahhhh l！！！！！"

They scream and sprawl around.

"This is just the beginning. You will suffer more than this and I will kill you! Food resentment is a terrible thing!"

"Beep, beep..."

The harpies are shivering. Some of them seem to have become incontinent.

"Bleep! Beep, beep, beep!"

The giant harpy is saying something.

"Anyway, he wants you to calm your anger.

"Ah? You want me to calm this anger? What the hell are you talking about?

"I am the general harpy, head of this flock. I don't want my family to get killed. I apologize for the trouble one of my people caused. He says he will do whatever you say, but please don't let them kill us all.

"You guys can't do anything! Noooooo, the only thing that will appease this anger is your blood! There is no other way but to pay for it in blood!

"No, we should have the harpy guard this forest. Harpies are B-ranked demons and a few of them are A-ranked. With this many harpies, they must be of S rank, and it would be useful to have them hunt the demons in the forest.

Well, there is a possibility to get the meat of a demon without any effort.

"Besides, harpy eggs are delicious. It would be a good idea to make them pay for the eggs.

"Okay, I'll spare your life on that condition. If they do not accept it, tell them that they will all starve to death in the boundary.

Naturally, the harpy responded immediately that he would accept. I accepted and cast a healing spell on the one who was suffering from the "Onikiri" cut and restored him to normal.

According to Gon, harpies are a race that takes very good care of their friends. In particular, the general harpy seems to be the highest of the race, and no creature can defeat a pack led by him. They are at the top of the food chain in this forest, so to speak.

"If anyone could win, it would be the Daimajo..."

Does that mean I'm the Great Satan?

The Harpies were sure of victory when they attacked, but they were beaten to a pulp by a mere club, not a single magic shot, and then the whole family was beaten to a pulp. It was a very frightening experience.

Basically, harpies seem to take good care of their young, hatching about five eggs every three years and carefully raising them. Other than that, they lay eggs but nothing else, and the condition that the eggs be delivered to me was easily accepted.

The general harpy was to live under house arrest as a hostage. No one is allowed to enter the house except with permission. The conditions were also limited to the range of his activities, but General Harpy himself did not seem to have any problem at all. In fact, he liked the food I served him so much that he became friends with Ilimo, and now they are living in a stable and getting along well with each other.

By the way, among the harpies, the word "slow and steady" is recognized as the devil's language, and when I sometimes use this word, not only the gerneral harpies but also the other harpies get nervous and stop moving.

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