How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 103



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Episode 103. How to Create a Hero (1).

At Matthias’s words that he would set a condition, Kael and Bastian read the part of the material he had pointed to.

“The family in question visits the shrine regularly and worships the gods without any shortcomings, and their hearts are also sincere. As long as their hearts of worshipping and following the gods remain unchanged in the future, they can have the right to protect and raise the child who has accepted the will of the gods.”

“As written in the documents that Count Damie brought, I hope that you will protect the child with God’s will and prove that you are the right family and person to raise him.”

Kael’s brow furrowed at his explanation.

“… The amount of money that the Count Damie regularly donates to the Temple of the Beginning must be significant.”

In fact, the Damie family regularly donated money to temples where their branches were located, including the Temple of the Beginning.

Of course, this was not only for nobles, but also for commoners, so there were various interests involved under the pretext of reputation at the top.

It was true that he had been donating money periodically.

“Oh, of course. It is already well known that the Damier family donates money to the temple. What I am saying is… I hope that you, the Damier family, will prove that you are worthy of it.”

“Are you talking about me?”

Even if the donation was made in the name of the Count Damier or in the name above, the person making the donation was Kael, the Count Damier.

There was no way Matthias didn’t know that, and this was nothing more than nitpicking.

“Matthias, Archon, what proof do you seek? It seems that a detailed explanation is needed.”

“A person who protects and nurtures a saint must have a suitable personality. Even though Viscount Damier is richer than anyone else in terms of material wealth, I don’t know if he is a suitable person.”

– Talk.

– Todok.

Kael tapped the round table lightly with his fingertips.

So, there is no problem at all with the family bringing Mabel, but does that mean that it is you who is leading that family that is the problem?

Kael’s fingers stopped tapping on the round table, and he looked into Matthias’s eyes, which were covered by the blindfold, and asked.

“How can I prove it?”

“How can I prove it…?”

When asked to come up with a direct solution, Matthias seemed to hesitate for a moment, trailing off, but then opened his mouth with a big smile as if a good idea had come to him.

“I wish I were a hero.”

Kael, who almost blurted out, “What the hell are you talking about?” took a deep breath and couldn’t say anything.

But the way he looked at Matthias spoke of the words he had swallowed, and so did Bastian.

Bastian looked back and forth between Kael and Matthias, his gaze seeming to say something like this.

This guy?

A hero?

“Haha, that’s what a hero is. It doesn’t have such a grand meaning. Just… prove to others that you are worthy of being praised as the chosen one.”

“I think that Count Damier is still being praised enough.”

“I see you are talking about the cure. I am very grateful to Viscount Damie for that, but that is not something that Viscount Damie achieved ‘alone’.”

In short, the idea was to prevent a disaster without help and gain a reputation that would win praise from others.

“If, Viscount Damier, you can solve another worldly danger just like this one, and gain the fame you deserve… then I will grant you full custody and parenting rights over Mabel.”

Matthias’s words were no different from an indefinite condition. Even now, we do not know what will happen. How can we wait and prepare for a great disaster like an epidemic, knowing when and how it will occur?

Of course, this was the thought of the two remaining people, excluding Kael.

It was an easy task for Kael, who knew when and how the next disaster would come.

“Yes. That hero that the High Priest spoke of. I will try to become one. Until then, not a single fingertip… no, not a single hair on my daughter’s head should be harmed.”

That’s why, when Kael spoke with such ease, Bastian and Matthias looked at Kael, who was repeating the warning Bastian had given in the Temple of the Beginning, and he got up.

“I think there is nothing more to say about this matter. I have a lot of preparation to do to become the hero that Your Majesty spoke of, so I will now head back.”

His gaze turned to Bastian as if asking for permission.

“I think the same as you, so let’s end this meeting now.”

“Thank you for providing this opportunity.”

After receiving the desired answer, Kael bowed his head slightly and left the conference room. The commander of the Imperial Knights was waiting in front of the conference room door. When Eden saw him and gave him a slight bow, Kael opened his mouth.

“I’ve been sent off. The High Priest, who is not familiar with the palace, will be coming out soon, so I ask you to send him off.”

As if he wouldn’t listen to the answer, Kael finished what he had to say and left. The sound of his footsteps gradually grew distant, and Bastian and Matthias, who were left in the conference room, looked at the door he had exited through.

“Your Majesty, I hope you keep your word this time.”

“… Let’s do that.”

Bastian, who had been looking at the door, spoke first, and Matthias’s answer to his words came a little later.

At the slight silence that preceded the answer, Bastian turned his gaze away from the door and looked at Matthias.

“Can you swear to God?”

When priests, including the Grand Chancellor, swear an oath to God, that oath is naturally bound to the divine power they possess.

Those who are loved by God. If they do not keep their oaths in the name of God, they may lose their divine powers according to the weight of the oath.

“I wonder why I have to swear to God for something like this.”

“You’re saying that I’m involved in something as trivial as that?”

Bastian asked threateningly in a lowered voice, not hiding his discomfort at Matthias’ answer.

“That is not possible. I am deeply grateful to His Majesty the Emperor for personally stepping forward, as is Viscount Damier.”

“Then I swear to God.”

“If Viscount Damier… is praised as a hero by many, I will grant custody and upbringing of Mabel. I swear to God.”

Matthias, who had nowhere to retreat to right now, swore to God, and Bastian smiled as if he had never felt uncomfortable at his words.

“Thank you.”

“No. Then, I will also get up now.”

“Ah, let that be so. The Knight Commander will help you see him off.”

“Thank you for your consideration. May God’s blessings always be with His Majesty the Emperor.”

As Matthias stood up to leave the room, and the moment he reached for the doorknob, Bastian spoke from behind him.

“And the daughter of Count Damie is not a member of the temple. She is a noble lady. You should also correct the way you refer to her by name.”

“…Keep that in mind.”

With those words, Matthias left the conference room completely. Hearing the sound of footsteps moving away, Bastian picked up the papers that Kael had placed in front of him.

At first glance, the last page of the document, which appeared to be two pages long, contained a short note written in a blank space after the explanation of the case.

“Please take an oath from the High Priest.

And I will come see you in person soon.?

“How far ahead are you looking at it for now?”

Bastian’s absurd laughter echoed through the empty conference room.

* * *

Inside the carriage on the way back to Damie’s house. Kael was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed. As if he was thinking about something. After keeping his eyes closed for quite some time, he slowly opened them.

“Too slow to turn disaster into opportunity.”

The second plague was the most convenient way to fulfill Matthias’s conditions. Perhaps because of their intervention, the second ordeal, which should have been passed long ago, had not yet come.

The disaster occurred after the end of the ordeal, with a period of at least two weeks and at most four weeks. If we estimate the time it takes to get through the ordeal to be at least one week, it took at least three weeks.

Mabel had been in the temple for too long.

By examining the conversation with the god Janus in the letter the child gave, it was possible to infer what conditions were necessary for the god Janus to summon Mabel this time.

If I could call a child unconditionally.

You probably already called the child periodically to read his memories and try to figure out what was going on.

“If you have an accident, it’ll be a headache.”

Well… I don’t mind causing trouble within the safety line as long as I can get my hands on that damned unlucky, incompetent high priest.

“…anyway….”

There was one more way to bring Mabel back quickly, besides the disaster. The monster doll that was already being prepared, and… the appearance of Idea.

A world that needs heroes is an unfortunate world. In this world heading towards destruction, heroes are necessary and inevitable.

Someone who stands at the forefront of supernatural disasters, wars, etc., prevents them, defeats more enemies than anyone else, and willingly sacrifices himself for others. That’s what a hero is, but…

Is it really necessary to insist on such a hero?

People might think that it is not easy to become a hero, but paradoxically, anyone can become a hero.

“Because you can just make it.”

The created situation and crisis.

That is, if the direction is appropriate and the timing is right.

Because there was something I was preparing.

If you use it well, you can create a situation and adjust the direction and timing accordingly.

“A created hero… I guess he’s not so bad.”

Kael snickered and laughed at those words.

Myself and a hero.

No matter how much I thought about it, it was a combination that didn’t seem to go together.

It might have been even more so because I knew from the beginning that there was only one person in this world who was most suited to be a hero.

Real heroes and made heroes.

The composition isn’t too bad.

Kael closed his eyes again.

Why not give it a try?

That’s what a hero is.